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I've been knocked down
Liam kept the glass between his fingers rolling on its rims over the bar. His drink was almost gone, the ice long melted, leaving behind a small amount of watered-down Whiskey or Vodka. Liam didn't know particularly, Niall was the one ordering it. It could’ve been anything.
I 've been lost
The club was hot, the air stifling. The lights dimmed to a warm dark-brown. Cosy. An atmosphere made for indulging in dirty little secrets.
He had been chatting up the raven-haired beauty for about half an hour now. Adriana Lima. Quasi. Liam suppressed a grin. He'd always had a thing for black hair.
With a ground shaking under my feet
When he shifted closer, the girl immediately came leaning in.
Alia Iacta Est. Game, Set and Match. Veni Vidi Vici. Strike.
He knew he was irresistible in his polite restraint, the attentiveness, and consideration. His aura was calming, solid as rock. These were his best assets. He felt no remorse for exploiting them to his own advantage. Undeniably, they had gotten him pretty far.
I gave it all to someone
The fact of the matter was that Liam could read people. Just like an open book. It took him barely ten minutes to look behind the curtains. However perfectly their masks seemed to fit. However adamantine they were, Liam saw right through, fiddling with the smallest details, tricking and manipulating his victims to his own will.
Who said, "fire, run"
And this girl.. Alexandra? Anna? Something starting with an A. Adriana Lima 2.0.
It had taken him no more than two minutes to have her eating out of the palm of his hand. She herself was the only one still believing in the cool facade she'd put up. Pathetic. But cute
I've been, I've been through the days
Liam, now listening with only half an ear to her chatter, kept looking around over her head. Gaze seeking out for familiar faces.
He found Niall on the dancefloor. The boy obviously delighted about the company of four girls, all tearing on his clothes, almost stripping him down to his boxers.
Harry and Louis were entertaining Justin Timberlake and his pals at their table. Judging by the fond looks on their faces the guys were undoubtedly amused by the young company. Louis was wearing Harry's bandana over his head, wrapping an arm around his hips. Aiming low. Way too low. YYeah. Smooth Louis. Causing Liam to grin, Harry however appeared to be completely oblivious. All very cute.
Where was Zayn?
When bright love turns into hate
Time to clear off.
Liam passed Alina .. Ayleen.. Fuck it Adriana, the keycard to his hotel room. His voice dropped deep as he whispered, "Thirty minutes," into her ear, not even bothering to comment on the fake expression of indignation on her face. Yeah. If that's what you need to tell yourself, girl.
One second later he disappeared into the crowd.
You bend and you bend till you break
Liam found him crouching on the leather sofa in Justin Bieber's private area.
Although he was currently sitting there all by himself. Eyes dark. Pupils noticeably dilated. Gaze distracted, expression vacant. Shirt unbuttoned all the way down to his belly. The fancy hairdo ruined into a wild mane.
Zayn absentmindedly turned the joint between his fingers. The fourth one this evening. As far as Liam knew.
Till the lights all gone
Liam swallowed hard when crouching down in front of him. Ever since Zayn's hair incident at the VMAs, the whole world seemed to have agreed on Zayn outstripping Harry as One Direction's hottest member.
Liam could totally see that. Zayn was a mess, an extremely hot one. He looked wrecked, like he'd been fucked three times across the room, disheveled and destroyed in the hottest literal sense since Kurt Cobain. Maybe James Dean sending his love as well.
When the one you care for takes it all
„Zayn?“
Washing you down like a waterfall
„Liam?“ Zayn raised his eyes. Blinking through the black curtain formed by the silky strands of loose hair. Zayn chose the "You-Got-No-Business-Here"-intonation. Good to know, Zayn was pissed.
You lose the way and you hit the wall
„You okay?“
I'll be the one, I'll be the one, I'll be the one to
The reaction was a hateful snort.
"Yes Dad.“
Carry you home
„That's your fourth, within the last three hours“, Liam said, reaching for the glowing roll of paper, gently pulling it out of Zayn's fingers.
When it hurts like you've crashed from above
„You keepin' track?“, Zayn raised an eyebrow. His voice mocking.
Heal your broken bones
„Since you're obviously not doing it.“
When Liam initially had planned on returning the joint, he now simpy shrugged, taking two pulls on it himself, before flicking it away. Zayn responding by slapping the back of his hand against Liams shoulder. „Bastard“
When you can't move, your heart's still locked out
„Whatever. I'm going back to the hotel. And you're coming with me.“ Liam's fingers circled Zayn's wrist, dragging the boy up with him.
You rise, you rise, you rise
„What the fuck, Liam?“, Zayn stumbled, when wriggling himself out of Liam's grip. Apparently Zayn had lost total body-control hours ago, when first setting foot into the club. Liam quickly reached for his shoulders, to prevent him from falling from the VIP-stand headfirst.
"You've had more than enough!"
Sometimes you need someone to carry you home
„You don't get to tell me anything!“ Liam was quite sure, this was meant to be the essence of Zayn's angry rant. His speech slurred, but Liam was fluent in "Drunken-Bandmember". Niall taught him perfectly.
When it hurts like you've crashed from above
Liam was taller, stronger and comparatively sober. Also he didn't give a shit.
Gaze unfaced, he clutched Zay's wrist again, dragging they boy behind himself all the way out through the backdoor, heading towards the parking lot. Their driver was already awaiting them. Zayn fought back quite hard, cursing him to hell and back, but stood no chance.
When it's true love
They didn't speak at all on the short drive back to the hotel.
Zayn in search of a lighter, kept fumbling through the pockets of his leather jacket. Sighing with resignation when he couldn't find it. Cigarette still dangling unlit from his lips.
Liam resisting temptation to stroke the black strands out of his face.
I've been knocked down on my own
„You should really stop that shit.“, Liam remarked, when they came climbing out the backdoor of their SUV. Contradicting his own words immediately, when holding the flaming lighter up to Zayn's face.
Zayn didn't bother to thank him. airly tipsy, he sought a place at the exterior wall of the Grand Hotel. Liam tried not to notice the way his cheeks hollowed, when breathing nicotine, or how Zayns lips lustfully curled around the cigarette.
When the water's too deep and too cold
„What's wrong, Zayn?“ Liam found himself asking. Folding arms across his chest.
He knew something was up. For about two weeks now.
Typical Zayn slept the day away, was silent, but performed on cue in just the right moment. The ordinary Zayn was unpredictable, stubborn and indifferent in just the right measure.
This version however, appeared to be out of control. More drugs than actual words passing his lips, and he didn't sleep at all.
Zayn had been chaos. Always. But never a wreck.
Sleepless so many nights
„Oh please..“, Zayn rolled his eyes quite unnerved. „Spare me your Daddy-Liam bullshit.“
He flicked off the butt, and trampled the blaze on the ground.
"Also, shouldn't you be somewhere else right now? Isn't there twat number four this week awaiting you up in your room?"
With a broken heart running wild
Liam raised an eyebrow. „Oh, you keepin' track?“, Liam grinned, mocking Zayn's words from earlier that night. When the other didn't respond Liam added: "Also, I'm exactly where I need to be right now".
When the one you care for takes it all
Zayn clenched his jaw, stuffing hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. For a short period of time they froze in place. Till Zayn turned around and disappeared into the hotel, avoiding to face Liam dierctly when he bumped his shoulder in passing. „Wanna come up?“
Washing you down like a waterfall
Liam figured that maybe he should have been at least surprised not to even consider rejecting Zayn's invitation. Or offer. He wasn't quite sure.
Just like that, he followed Zayn into the elevator. Not for a single second toying with the idea of turning for his own room when stepping off on the top floor. Even though there was a half-naked girl waiting for him in there.
Liam wasn't surprised at all.
You lose the way and you hit the wall
Zayn was his brother. Like Louis, Harry and Niall.
And if things were going really bad for him, Liam would freeze hell just to make Zayn feel better. Like he would for Louis, Harry and Niall.
Even if the real Adriana Lima were to be waiting in his bed with Alessandra Ambrosio, Liam would still jump right to his feet.
I'll be the one, I'll be the one, I'll be the one to
Zayn was his brother. Like Louis, Harry and Niall.
And if he couldn't put into words all the feelings crushing him, then Liam would keep him company silently. Just like Louis, Harry, and Niall.
Because even a sorrow shared in silence, was still a sorrow halved.
Carry you home
Zayn was his brother. Like Louis, Harry and Niall.
And if he could no longer stand the silence, when he couldn't bare being alone, because he just couldn't cope with himself another single second. Then Liam would warp his arms around him, embrace him, just like he would Louis, Harry and Niall.
When it hurts like you've crashed from above
Zayn didn't need any of that.
Heal your broken bones
Zayn was his brother. And when Zayn came ripping off his jacket, tossing it carelessly on his bed, spinning around, the very second Liam was closing the door behind his back, Liam didn't even blink. And when Zayn grabbed his shoulders, shoving Liam backwards against the wall, movements agitated and demanding, Liam just let it happen. An when Zayn came crushing his lips against Liam's, dragging him into a craving kiss, Liam closed his eyes, moving one hand into Zayn's neck, just to pull him closer.
When you can't move, your heart's still locked out
Later Liam couldn't quite recall, how they actually made it onto the bed. He remembered the heat of naked bodies, pleading gasps and the feeling of hot breath against his thighs. The taste of smoke still lingering on his lips, he smelled "Chanel Homme Sport" on Zayn's neck. He felt Zayn's body winding under his touch, when Liam came fucking him passionately face-forward into down feathers.
You rise, you rise, you rise
And he could recall silence. Zayn couldn't express himself in words. They came rarely and thickly dripping off his lips. So he used his body instead. Speaking with hands, with lips, with expression.
Sometimes you need someone to carry you home
Zayn was his brother. And if Zayn couldn't express himself in words, Liam would listen to him the unconventional way.
When it hurts like you've crashed from above
When Liam found himself hours later, listening to the darkness of the room and the calming sound of Zayn's breath, he would love to think of himself doing the same for Louis, Harry, and Niall. Just in case...
When it's true love
But no. It was different with Zayn. For three years now, it had been different with Zayn. Three years ago, he fell in love with him.
I'll be the one, I'll be the one, I'll be the one to
He's known for quite some time now. And he can live with it. Surprisingly well even. It's enough for Liam to know him by his side, sharing the adventure of living the ultimate American Dream. Just like with Harry, Louis, and Niall.
Carry you home
Liam gets up, quietly pulling on his clothes again. One last time, he moves around the bed, cautiously approaching him. Zayn is sleeping peacefully, the look on his face completely relaxed. For the first time in two weeks now. Gently, Liam pulls the strands of raven hair out of Zayn's face. Liam's smile is fond. He's always had a thing for black hair.
When it hurts like you've crashed from above
Zayn doesn't love him back. Liam is certain. Zayn doesn't love people. Zayn loves affection. And his family.
Heal your broken bones
Still, Liam feels lucky. It's enough for him to know,
when Zayn can't move,
when his heart is still locked out.
When he rises, and drowns.
Sometimes he needs someone to carry him home.
When it hurts like he's crashed from above.
Because it's true love, Liam's going to be the one carrying him home.
Sometimes you need someone to carry you home
When it hurts like you've crashed from above
When it's true love
When Liam returns to his room, he finds himself all alone. Though there's a piece of paper lying on the dark wooden table, depositing a cellphone number. He should feel bad about it. But honestly, he couldn't even care less.
I gave it all to someone Who said "fire, run"