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The worst part about his nightmare was waking up and remembering that Zayn, the wolf-human thing, was real.

His alarm went off at 7:30 am. Liam was far too tired and too lost in his mind to even think about going to college. His aunt nearly dragged him out of his bedroom until Liam started crying and pleading for her to leave him alone.

Liam didn't feel well either. His head hurt, his
throat was sore, his nose was blocked, and his
temperature was temperamental for most of the
morning.

When lunchtime arrived, and Liam thought about
surfacing from under his duvet to make soup,
someone sent him a text.

The hairs on the back of Liam's neck stood on end.

His phone was on the bedside table. Liam popped his head from underneath his duvet. The cold air of his bedroom wasn't welcoming, but he wasn't allowed to turn the heating on during the day. Liam hugged his hot water bottle and reached for his phone.

Zayn had texted him.

Liam quickly pressed his phone into the duvet and closed his eyes. At first, he thought about deleting it and blocking Zayn's number.

"There's no need to be extreme here" Liam
whispered. "I liked him enough before he-" Liam
shook his head.

He took a breath and opened the message.


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For such a simple message, Liam couldn't decide on an answer, not yet. He turned his phone off, shoved it into the drawer, and sank back under the duvet.

*****

Zayn had waited all day for a response from Liam.

His mate had read the message, but not replied.
Zayn decided that no response was better than
rejection.

He paced outside his dad's old office, occasionally looking at his father's name on the door. XAVIER MALIK.

Zayn needed an office. He couldn't keep hiding in
his bedroom, but he couldn't find the courage to
open the door to the office. The last person to be
inside was his father when he was still alive.

Zayn's mother locked the door and kept the key on her windowsill for months, unable to look too.
Zayn wanted to go and get her, so they could look
inside and be sad together, but he didn't want her to see him upset.

Zayn missed the times when he would storm into
the office and yell at his father about pointless
things. His dad would always listen and offer a
rational solution to his problems. Zayn had loved
his father a lot, but never told him, and that hurt
Zayn so much.

If only Liam were here, Zayn thought. Liam made
Zayn's life a little less tragic, but now he didn't even want to speak through text, never mind face to face.

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