Ziam One Shots

Dependency

The one where something happens and things change for Zayn and Liam. One becomes dependent on the other.

(It's not really that sad so yeah. The beginning makes you think it is going to be but it's not)

xx

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There’s this moment, Liam decides, right before you lose someone in your life that you love, where your entire body kind of locks up and stops for a little bit. You feel as though you can’t breathe and that you are going to collapse any second. So that’s how Liam feels right now. The waiting room is this chilled ice box and everything feels far too unfriendly and sterile. Some part of him wants to vomit but he can’t leave the room to find a bathroom. He needs to be here, waiting for word on how his boyfriend is doing. His boyfriend who he was going to propose to tomorrow. Liam can’t even comprehend how this is happening. Why this is happening.

“Family of Zayn Malik?” The doctor walks into the emergency room waiting area with a folder in his hand and this look on his face that looks sad and apologizing. Liam’s heart jumps into his throat and he stands up. Zayn’s family hasn’t been around since he came out of the closet a year or two ago. Liam was all that Zayn had left. Slowly, he walks towards the doctor.

“Hi,” Liam says shakily, “I just need you to tell me he’ll be okay. And if that’s not what you’re going to tell me, then don’t say anything,”

The doctor is silent for a moment and then he swallows and says, “His right leg is gone, and he’s going to have a few nasty scars, but, my dear friend, Zayn is going to be okay. And so are you,”

Liam wants to cry he’s so happy, but then all he can think about is Zayn and getting to see him. So he blurts out, “I need to see him. Please, I just need to see him. He can’t be back there all alone.”

The doctor nods, “I’ll get a nurse to lead you back there,”

It’s only a minute before Liam walks into a freezing hospital room. It’s dark and the blinds are pulled closed completely. Even though it’s almost time for sunrise, the room shows no sign of it at all. Liam steps slowly into the room and kneels beside the bed, peeking up at the sleeping figure of his boyfriend. Zayn is motionless, but the heart monitor is happily beeping away. So Liam smiles and reaches for Zayn’s hand. 

“Liam?”

The voice is surprised and gentle, but it makes Liam’s heart jump from his stomach into his throat and then he’s crying, “I thought I lost you. Fuck, Zayn, don’t you ever do this to me again. Don’t you dare.”

A smile slips onto Zayn’s lips and Liam stands up and gently slumps onto Zayn’s body, as to not hurt him, kissing his lips again and again. Zayn says, “I’m sorry,”

“You better be,” Liam is laughing and crying at the same time now, “You fucking better be sorry. I just had to sit and wonder whether you were alive or dead for almost two hours and it’s fucking four in the morning,”

It’s happier than Liam had expected, this reunion. He’s just so relieved. Zayn speaks up again, “Did they tell you about my battle wounds?”

“Battle wounds,” Liam muses, “Yeah, they did. No right leg. That’s okay. I mean, sex was getting boring anyway. This is just a new challenge, right?”

Zayn laughs and then they are both laughing and crying and letting the emotions hit them like a brick wall. “You thought sex with me was boring?” Zayn can’t stop laughing and he’s bent over holding his stomach.

“Just a bit,” Liam eggs it on. And then suddenly Zayn grabs his chest and winces in pain. Liam is brought back to reality. He almost lost Zayn in a car accident. Zayn is still hurt. It really did happen. So Liam gets himself under control and sits on the side of the bed, “Do you need anything? Have they given you pain meds yet? And what about your…uh, lack of a leg? Does it hurt?”