Butterflies🦋🦋

9🦋

That night, Louis fell asleep on Liam's couch and
neither Zayn nor Liam could shake him from his
sleep. It seemed he was a deep sleeper.

With Louis being Zayn's ride, he felt a little awkward being left alone in the house with Liam.
He contemplated walking home, but it was dark
out and he figured he'd probably get lost. And he
wouldn't ask Liam for a ride, because felt that
was rude and he couldn't leave Louis.

And okay, he was overthinking whilst Liam
seemed completely calm as he asked if he'd like some tea.

"Tea?" Zayn asked, eyes widening slightly as he
stared up at Liam.

Liam nodded, "Unless you prefer coffee?"

He shook his head, "No tea is fine."

Liam smiled a little before leaving the room and
Zayn almost collapsed against Louis's sleeping
body.

"You hate him," he grumbled to himself, "And your feelings are totally non existent"

But who was he kidding? Zayn's feelings for Liam
were like a pile of fireworks going off everytime
he merely looked at the boy. At least he knew the
feelings could never be reciprocated, and he was
glad because he didn't want them to be. A couple minutes later, Liam returned with two mugs of tea and handed one to Zayn.

He fell back into a seat beside Zayn, and looked
over at the boy with curiosity.

"Do you know what's even more confusing than my feelings and Louis's words?" he suddenly said, and Zayn glanced over.

Zayn avoided eye contact at all costs, drifting his
gaze across Liam's other features.

Zayn's fingers grazed over his own right cheek.

"What?" he whispered.

Liam had noticed the movement and wasn't
quite sure what Zayn was doing, but he found
himself, not being able to remove his eyes from
Zayn's face.

He remembered how much he had wanted the boy to smile, how much he still wished to be the reason for those lips to pull up and how fucking confusing it was for him to want something that damn much.

"You," he finally whispered back.

Zayn flinched his hand away and steadily drew it
back to his side. His eyes were now ripped from
Liam's tilted face and fixed on the floor.

"M-me...?" he asked, stumbling over his words.
He was nervous--his hands began dripping in a
thin layer of sweat and his head was pounding
against his thoughts greatly.

Liam seemed to regain himself, as if he had fallen
into a slight trance in the first place.

He blinked at the boy next to him, "Like I get it.
You hate me for what I've done to Avery, and I
understand you came here to set me in place or whatever because you care for her. But you're still here, why aren't you leaving?"

Zayn was shocked into silence and if possible, his
thoughts only began pounding harder and his head was on the verge of an ache. He pulled himself back into his usual self, everything quiet, vulnerable and the little part of fucks he gave for the situation-gone.

"I can't just walk home in the dark Payne. Louis
is my ride home so what the fuck am I suppose to
do?"

It was Liam's turn to shut his lips and rid himself
of the ability to respond. Zayn was right. He always was.

And Liam had obviously been thinking too far into things, but he had to wonder why did it affect him so much?

"I can drive you home," he finally grumbled, but he made no move to get up from his seat.