𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⸙

2.67༊*·˚

After food, exhaustion immersed them all. Leo had curled up on a bed and had slept for almost thirty minutes. Liam offered to help his parents wash and get changed, but they insisted that he rest because he was injured.

Omega's helped them instead, and Zayn tucked Liam into the bed opposite his father.

He sat on the side, leaning over Liam, making sure he was comfortable. "I'll see if Thea has medics. Your mum has a bad cough, and your ankle might need some support."

Liam pulled the duvet to his chin. Now that he was lying down with a belly full of vegetable soup, his limbs were heavy, and his eyelids wanted to close.

"I should get Thea and tell her about dad. She might be a mega bitch, but she needs to know her brother is alive."

Liam nodded. "So, you understand why I need to tell Harry about what his parents were really up to?"

Zayn nodded. "You can tell him, but I'll be there. I don't trust him enough to be alone with you under the circumstances.

"Fine, but don't spend the whole time glaring at him."

"Okay, I will."

Liam chuckled and reached out for Zayn's face. Zayn bent his arms on either side of his waist, so Liam could cup his cheeks.

"Don't forget to rest too," he whispered.

"I'll come straight back after seeing Thea." Zayn didn't often admit that he was tired. He liked to push through and give the impression that he was some immortal werewolf machine. "I could always sleep in the car."

"Well, as long as you rest at some point. You ran all through the night last night."

"Fine. I'll rest when I'm back. The Omegas will stay in the meantime."

Liam knew he wouldn't sleep without Zayn right next to him. They had a traumatic time apart.

He opened his mouth but hesitated and smiled instead. "Don't be gone long."

"I won't." Zayn leaned closer and their lips brushed. His eyes fluttered closed, kissing him for longer. The gentle affection was enough for his deprived soul, for now.

Zayn then hugged him, burying his face into the side of Liam's neck. Liam's arms coiled his shoulders and squeezed him tightly.

"Get some sleep," Zayn whispered, reluctantly pulling away. He wanted to slide under the duvet and hold him for the rest of the day, submerged in his sweet scent.

When he turned around, his father quickly diverted his eyes, but he didn't hide his endearing smile. Zayn helped him through the room. His father was very weak on his legs and used most of Zayn's strength to get him from foot to foot. He didn't have any shoes or socks, but Xavier assured Zayn that his feet would be fine.

They slowly wandered the corridors, looking for Thea.

"I don't know how Thea will react," Zayn admitted.

"There will be some tears I'm sure. How did she handle my death?"

Zayn's eyes flicked to his dad, still struggling to believe that he was really there, right next to him, with a breath in his lungs and life in his eyes. "She hates me."

Xavier frowned. "Did she blame you?"

"The whole North blamed me."

Xavier's scowl darkened. "That's exactly what Mira wanted. I'm glad she's dead."

Zayn agreed, stopping when he heard voices from a room down the hall.

"Sit me on this bench, my legs are struggling."