Warning: ziam
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❤️💛
~Zayn Malik~

Liam threw the paper he had been holding into the armchair and stormed into the kitchen. Without looking at those who remained in the living room, I stood up and hurried after him.

We were separated by a wall, but I could still sense his strong emotions and know something was very wrong. He was distraught and... Disappointed in himself...? But why blame himself?

When I entered the room, I found Liam leaning against the counter, with his back to me. I knew he knew I was here, so I kept quiet. He walked to the tap after pulling out a glass, but still didn't look at me. He opened the water and drank a little of it.

"Liam," I said softly. He bowed his head and washed his face with cold water. "Liam," I said louder, but still didn't get an answer.

Without a reaction, I began to walk towards him while constantly talking to him:

"Hey, it's all right. It's not your fault. We'll sort this out like everything else we've done so far. I know you're upset, but we need Liam who is smart, calm, caring. Okay?" I asked, standing next to him, but just as I was about to put my hand on his shoulder to calm him down, he pushed me away with a wave of his hand.

I groaned in pain when my back met the wall from which some of the plaster had fallen. Harry'll kill me... Liam caught his gaze at my voice, but all I could feel from him was anger. No regrets.

Louis appeared at the door, followed by Nialler, but as soon as they assessed the situation, they remained stationary in shock. Well, yes, it's not every day we see our friend like that.

Gathering strength, I climbed off the ground, but barely regained my balance as a strong hand pressed me against the wall. Liam pressed his right palm around my throat and leaned his left hand next to my head. Tommo would have rushed towards us, but I admonished him not to. It is enough that only I am in such a situation. On the other hand, I can do it smoothly with my strength.

"Liam," I said gasping as I was rapidly running out of breath. I looked into his eyes and saw that he was fighting himself. His demon took control of him. "It's not you. Fight it. Let me help you," I raised my right hand to calm him down with my touch, but he slashed me in the chest with his free fist, which wasn't exactly blocking oxygen from me.

From the shock of the surprise, all I could sense was that the grip would ease and then disappear completely. I collapsed to the ground in pain and gasped for air with my body hunched forward. Rubbing my neck, I looked for the boy, who was - probably- ran up to his room with the vampire speed.

I

found my blonde friend kneeling next to me, inquiring about my condition. He said Louis went for Harry to see if he could help or miss the pain. I nodded and leaned my back against the wall as I wrapped my hands around my stomach. I didn't think it hurt so much.

To be honest, I was also surprised that Liam let his demon out. He was the first of us to shut him up, but according to them, the enormous self-control is in vain, because what happened a few minutes ago can happen at any time.

Quick information: all vampires have demons. This is the part of us that shows us the monster within us. Those who have completely surrendered themselves to this part of themselves are those who kill without thinking.

Then, of course, there are those of us who have kept their humanity - because it's better for everyone - and shut off their vampire instincts that want to work too strongly.

But sometimes this self-control is broken...

And then there is no stopping...

People who would actually be protected with their lives can also become targets...

"What happened here? Zayn? "I heard Hazz's voice.

"What does it look like?" I asked back with sarcasm, but as soon as I spoke, pain stabbed into my upper body. I hissed and the curly settled down next to me and started handing out his instructions.

"Lou, help him lay down! Zayn, let yourself, it won't work any other way!" He was angry when I pushed Louis' hand away. "Where do you feel pain?" He asked, and I pointed to my ribs. "Endorsement. Don't move! I will try to heal you, but I cannot promise anything."

Harry pulled my jersey up and pressed both palms to my right ribs. I groaned at the sudden pressure he was exercising, but after a few seconds warmth spread throughout my body. After a while, Harry took his hands away and gestured for me to sit up.

"Thank you," I looked at him gratefully.

"Don't rejoice so much, now comes the scolding. What happened to my kitchen??!" He asked indignantly, looking at the pieces of plaster on the ground.

"Calm down, I can explain."

"I'm waiting," he looked back at me with a deadly look.

"Liam was freaked out by what happened. He came into the kitchen and I followed. I sensed that something was wrong because his emotions were flowing very strongly in all directions. When I tried to calm him down, he pushed me against the wall. Before you ask, I didn't try to control his actions, since it wouldn't have worked. He then started choking me as he pushed me against the wall and made eye contact with me. His demon got the better of him, nothing was intentional," I concluded. I can still feel that he regrets what he did, I added to myself.

"OK. Not today, but tomorrow we will have to talk to him. By the way, Liz isn't on top either. I sent her to shower and gave her clothes that I had gotten before that, but it can't go on like this. She kept telling us to leave her here and to escape, because she would find back on her own, and if we didn't go now, we wouldn't have the opportunity. She freaked out, poor girl," Harry said.

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~Liam Payne~

I don't know what was wrong me. I've never had enough before. I was desperate, I was disappointed in myself, I didn't think I was good enough for the others...

I gave control to my demon, which is why I tried so hard to shut it off so many years ago. If he breaks free, he destroys everything and everyone.

Worst of all, I'm not conscious at this time. Sure, I know what's going on, but it's like I'm seeing it from the outside. I am overwhelmed with endless anger, I cannot think.

It's been hours since I came up, and I try to block out other people's thoughts. I don't want what they think of me to be proven now. They hate me for that. Especially Zayn...

Why do we hurt the person we love most? They used to say. Back... I understand what they meant, and there is no answer to that.

I grabbed my guitar and started playing a whole new melody. Music always helps me forget, and it makes it much easier for me to express my emotions. The lyrics of my new song began to take shape in my head, and then I scribbled them down on a piece of paper.

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~Next day~

~3rd person's POV~

The sun was brushing against the horizon when the tan-skinned boy decided to talk to his friend. It was still dawn, but Liam had always been the cranky kind. He had known him for 600 years, and he knew he wasn't going to change his habits now.

Just as he was about to stand outside his room and raise his hand to knock, he heard a low but firm voice.

"Teardrops are falling
Down your face again, 'cause I
Don't know how to love you when
I am broken too" The chocolate-brown-eyed boy sang, then started pucking his guitar.

"Maybe your words make sense
I could be the problem, I'm so sorry
I know we could just be friends
But I don't know when we come down from this softly

Checking on my phone*, tryna see what I did last night
Baby, I'm hating on myself 'cause I hate it when I make you cry

Teardrops are falling
Down your face again, 'cause I
Don't know how to love you when
I am broken too"  The boy standing outside the door listened with tears in his eyes to the confession intended for him.

After all, it was clear that it was addressed to him.

"Teardrops are falling
I'll make you love me again, but I
Don't know how to love you when
I am broken too" Zayn tilted his forehead against the doorpost as he waited for the sequel.

"All we do is break and bend
I'm struggling to see the sunrise lately
Really wish that I could mend
All the little things that make you crazy

Checking all my friends, tryna to see what I did last night
Lately, I'm hating on myself 'cause I hate it when I make you cry

Teardrops are falling
Down your face again 'cause I
Don't know how to love you when
I am broken too

Teardrops are falling
I'll make you love me again, I swear
I'm gonna learn how to be a better man" The hazel brown-eyed boy took courage and then pushed down the doorknob.

Luckily for him, he found the door open, but when he entered, he was greeted by twilight. Liam sat sideways on the bed, tears streaming from his bright eyes. He did not notice the uninvited guest, so he continued singing.

"Tell me, is there
Any room to love you
Any room to hold you
Any room to love you
Any room to hold you
Any room to love you (love you)
Any room to hold you?

Checking on my phone* just to see what I did last night
Ooh, I'm hating on myself 'cause I hate it when I make you cry" His voice lowered.

"Oh, teardrops are falling
Down your face again 'cause I
Don't know how to love you when
I am broken too

Teardrops are falling
I'll make you love me again but I
Don't know how to love you when

I am broken too" He finished the song.

There was nothing in his bright eyes now except brokenness as he stared at the sunrise. It did not reflect endless joy, care, zest for life... It was completely empty. It was as if he had taken all his energy away from the night before.

That's when Zayn decided not to bother his friend in such weak moments, since no one likes others to see them that way, so he headed for the door. Until now, he had stood directly on the opposite side of the bed, behind Liam's back, away from the hatch.

He was halfway there when the floor creaked beneath his steps, causing him to freeze in motion. He heard throat grinding and then the owner of the room addressed him:

"W-what are you doing here?" His friend asked, stuttering, quickly wiping his eyes with his hands.

"I," the tan-skinned boy began, but since his friend was a mind reader anyway, he began to confess what had happened. "Sorry, okay? I didn't plan it that way, but when I came to see how you were, I heard you singing and I couldn't bring myself to leave. I'm terribly sorry if you'd like us to forget about it all. It really wasn't nice of me to spy like that and...," he warned, but Liam put down the guitar and got up from the bed and walked towards him. He let out the word with a hug.

"No... Don't forget," he asked softly, still wrapping his arms around the boy's waist, but pulling his head back so he could look him in the eye. "Please forgive me for slamming you against the wall and causing you pain," he bowed his head. "I'll be honest... This recent period has taken a toll on me. I really had no intention of releasing my demon. I'm sorry I hurt you. I am sorry to disappoint you all. I am sorry that it is my fault that they will end our lives. I am sorry...," He would have continued to self-flagellate, but Zayn interrupted him.

" Hey... Li. You have nothing to regret," he wrapped his hands around the taller boy's neck. "I know you didn't do it directly. I felt that you regretted it when you came up here."

"I broke one of your ribs," he mumbled, looking into the other's eyes.

"But Harry healed me. Everything is fine. By the way," he grinned. "it means that you are very strong. And that's what's important."

They both smiled, but Liam broke off eye contact by glancing at his friend's mouth. His gaze darted back and forth, and when he was sure, based on Zayn's thoughts, that the other wanted exactly the same thing he wanted, he began to approach him.

Zayn could only stare at the other's mouth as he approached those long-coveted lips. He clearly felt the feelings of the person in the room for him, and that was the only reason he allowed himself to do so. Otherwise, he would have been terribly afraid to confess his feelings, but now that it didn't matter because of mind reading, he gave them a free pass.

When they were separated by only a few inches, they both closed their eyes and surrendered to the moment. The kiss was cautious, slow, groping. Even though they both knew what the other wanted, they didn't rush anything.

Zayn clasped his hands even tighter around the neck of the love of his life and pulled him closer to him. The kiss became hotter, more urgent. all they woke up was to find them lying on the bed with Liam leaning on his forearm next to his lover's head.

"How did you like the song I wrote for you?" Whispered. In response to his question, he received only a brief kiss on the mouth, but since he was not satisfied with that, he deepened the kiss again.

I can confidently say that it was the best dawn of their lives. 

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*I know there are no phones in the story, but I didn't want to rewrite the lyrics.

Song: Teardrops by Liam Payne