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Over the next few days, Zayn decided to have his friend over, Harry. Harry promised earlier that he wouldn't tell anyone. And Zayn trusted him. Because they've been best friends since as long as he could remember. They told each other everything. It'd be like a sin for him to keep this from the curly haired lad.

Zayn was tending to Liam when there was a knock on his door. He was spoon feeding him grits even though Liam was well enough to do it on his own. But Zayn only needed a reason to watch Liam some more so he ignored the protests coming from the brown haired man and kept feeding him. 

Liam had a glint of hope in his eyes, thinking it was someone here to save him. But Zayn only smirked at him saying "Oh don't worry, it's just my friend Liam", and with a smile, he left the room. 

"Hey pal, How's your future husband doing?" Harry smirked. Zayn knew he was only joking but he couldn't help but imagine how nice it would be to have Liam willingly be his husband. Zayn only chuckled though, mumbling a "His name's Liam", before walking over to the couch and expecting Harry to follow. Which he did.

Zayn prompted that they should watch a movie. Harry would pick out the movie, while Zayn made popcorn and got them drinks. It seemed like a very normal thing to do, and it was. Except for the fact that Zayn had a man locked up in a room while he spent time with his best friend.

It should have been uncomfortable really, But Zayn just couldn't feel that. Harry was his best friend, and like he said, he could trust him. He knew Harry wouldn't tell anyone because he said it himself. And that's all the reassurance he needed before making his way to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Liam was scared out of his mind sitting in his room by himself. Surprisingly it would help him if Zayn was there with him, because Yeah Zayn was nice, and not once has he hurt him. Yes, he is keeping him there hostage, but it could be worse.

With Zayn's friend there, Liam felt that he'd do something to him. He had no idea of how this guy looked. He could very well be taller with muscle-y arms that could easily have Liam pinned against the wall being tortured.

He did try his best to be quiet to try to hear what Zayn and his friend were talking about but when he could hear absolutely nothing, he gave up. He was just hoping that Zayn's friend was as nice as him, so that he could actually make it through the day alive.

Zayn came back to the living room with a bowl of movie theater buttered popcorn in one arm, and two cokes in the other. He set them down on the coffee table, and turned to Harry who had the DVD case of Ruby Sparks also on the coffee table.

"Hey Zayn, do you think I could see..Liam did you say his name was?" Zayn nodded because of course Harry could see him. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a sense of pride when Harry asked him.

Zayn showed the way, Harry following close behind, and opened the door to the room that held a visibly shaking Liam. He was scared his thoughts came true, he wasn't ready to die yet. And definitely not like this. Although Zayn's friend looked awfully innocent, he couldn't really tell if he was or not. Zayn didn't look horrible, but seeing as he's keep Liam, you could never judge a book by it's cover.

Zayn motioned for Harry to step in first, closing the door behind him when he did as well. Zayn wa smirking because yeah, to say he was proud would be an understatement. Now he had no idea why he was proud to be honest. He just was. And he liked the feeling, because he felt as if he's finally accomplished something in life.

Harry stepped forward even more until he was so close that he just sat on the bed. He noticed Liam's vigorous shaking and smiled a bit. Which only made Liam shake more, because if he was being honest, that smile was a little bit creepy. 

Harry slowly raised his hand to Liam's face. Liam was laying down so he couldn't really cringe away but he at least tried to by trying to make his head go flatter into the pillows. Harry chuckled at that, but still stroked Liam's face. Liam shivered but you could hardly tell with all the shaking he was doing. And just like that, Harry was up and done, walking over to a proud Zayn and letting him lead the way.

Zayn and Harry made their way back to the couch, where Ruby Sparks was currently playing, popping popcorn in there mouths and sipping on their coke like there wasn't a man still shaking out of his wits in that room alone.

They'd already moved onto their third movie when Zayn announced he needed to go to the bathroom. He'd actually wondered how he hadn't needed to earlier with the amount of drinks he'd had. There were can after can after can on the coffee table and he wondered again how he managed to drink all of that and still not be full.

Harry mumbled an okay, eyes glued to the screen that now played some movie that he wasn't sure what it was called. They just decided they would watch any movie Zayn had. It  was interesting though, so he paid no attention to zayn.

He only snapped out of it when he heard the door to the bathroom close, indicating that Zayn just entered. This is his moment, and he has to do it quickly or else he'll be in big trouble with Zayn. He walks down to the room he only earlier recognized as Liam's room, pushing the door open to a sleeping Liam.

He rushed over, tapping hurriedly at Liam's shoulder. Liam awoke with a start, he would have  almost screamed when he realized who it was if it wasn't for the fact that the curly haired lad had his hand over Liam's mouth.

He yanked him up, indicating for him to be as quiet as possible because he needed to get him out of here, and fast. Liam was thankful, so he followed Harry's orders. Harry led him to the door, hearing the toilet flush. He unlocked it with shaky fingers, and pushed Liam out, telling him to run as fast as his legs could carry him. Liam did, but not before thanking the stranger known as Zayn's friend.

Harry walked, or ran if we were telling the truth here, back to the couch. He wanted to play it off, but he knew he wasn't so good at hiding things. Zayn had known him all his life, he was pretty sure Zayn would be able to tell when he was hungry before he could even say it.

Zayn stalked out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed. He smiled at Harry because, well he was just in such a good fucking mood. He was spending time with his best friend whom he hadn't seen in a while, and he had the love of his life obediently in his room. 

Though his smile changed when he noticed the look on Harry's face. He knew that look. It was the look Harry gave him when he was trying to hide something. It was rare, but on occasions, it did happen, and every time Zayn got the truth out of him.

He slowly sat down in front of Harry, waiting for him to say something. He knew that if he just stared, Harry would end up breaking and telling him everything. And that's exactly what he did.

"Look Zayn I'm really sorry mate but I had to do it." Zayn was confused, and maybe a little bit scared as to what Harry was talking about. He figured it was about Liam but he refused to think so because he could trust Harry, right? And Harry wouldn't do something to hurt Zayn, would he?

"Do what Haz? What are you talking about?" Harry thought he was a dead man at this point. There was no way he'd be able to make it alive. He was sure Zayn would be mad at him. He wouldn't just be mad either, he'd be Irate. Zayn wasn't very mad often, especially at Harry but it did happen. And when it did, nobody wanted to witness it.

But Harry couldn't hold it in anymore. Nor could he lie to Zayn like that. Because one, it just wouldn't feel right. He's known Zayn since forever, and not once has he ever lied to him, he's always told the truth. They just have a bond like that. And Two, Zayn would find out eventually, and when he did, he would hunt Harry down, like he did Liam. And instead of just keeping him, he'd torture him everyday.

"Zayn, I let Liam go". It's Silent for awhile despite Harry's quiet apologies. Zayn is just full on enraged.. Enraged because he thought he could trust Harry. He really thought he could. After all Harry said he wouldn't tell anyone. And he didn't. But he let Liam go, and that's just as bad as telling.

Enraged because he really Likes Liam. Like actually likes him and Harry just ruined his chances. Liam was obviously out of his reach now.there was no possible way he could just get up and go get him. Liam was in shape. He kept him in shape. He fed him, and gave him water, of course he was healthy. And he was probably a fast runner too.

Zayn wants to punch Harry. He even thinks about keeping Harry as a replacement for Liam and have that be his punishment. But he can't do that. One, because Harry still matters to him. And two, because he wants Liam. Liam, not Harry. 

Harry wasn't the one he's been watching. Harry wans't the one he fell in love with. Therefore,Zayn tells Harry to leave.  And Harry waste no time in getting up because at this moment,Zayn is clenching his teeth in that way that let's you know he's about to lose it. But Zayn thinks that he can't let Harry go that easily so he calls him back, to which Harry obeys, and let's his fist connect with Harry's jaw.

Before Zayn can do anything else that he'll regret, He shoving Harry out of his house and onto the street, slamming the door behind him. Fora moment, he just stands there, Letting everything soak into his brain. Then all of a sudden, the lamp is broken, there's popcorn and soda cans all over the floor,and the coffee table, is flipped over with two legs broken off.

Zayn's heavy breathing is the only sound that fills the room because somehow the tv is no longer on due to a reason that Zayn doesn't really know or cares about. 

Zayn has never felt so many emotions all at once. He just lost his best friend. And the one whom he has grown to love for such a long time. But he won't give up yet. He can't. He's willing to try all over again just to have Liam back. He's going to prove to everyone, or more like himself really, that he's not a failure. He realizes that he'll do anything to have that sense of pride filling him up from his head down to his toes again.