Liam-

I feel like an asshole as Zayn lays sound asleep on my chest, snuggling into me his cheeks still tear stained.

I can't belive I complained to Ashton about my mom when people go through such worse situations. I sit there staring at the ceiling intently. I can only ache for Zayn, and just be there for him. I just wish I could take away the sadness he feels.

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I slowly slide away from Zayn's figure watching the sun rise through his window. I sigh. I don't want to leave him here but I would rather be welcomed back into this home and I dont know what time his mom gets up in the morning.

I grab a loose piece of paper from his desk bedside table and write a note.

Sorry I couldn't be there for you to wake up, but I don't want to risk you getting in trouble, and then me not being welcome in your home because your pretty damn import.. just know I'm thinking about you and feel free to call or come over when you get up babe.

Liam.

I place the note on his dresser before letting my thumb softly brush his cheekbone down to his plump open lips, then place a soft kiss to his forehead.

I get dressed an hop out the window, heading to my car I pull out my phone to see that I have a few missed calls from Ashton. I click his contact and decide to call him back, he answers after 4 rings.

"Been trying to call you" he sounds grumpy and I sigh.

"Sorry, Zayn was asleep on me I couldn't just move to grab my buzzing phone" I respond slightly rolling my eyes as I give a last look to Zayn's window before driving off. A laugh sounds through the phone.

"Whipped much?" He teases but I don't deny it, I know I am.

"Why did you call?" I ask taking a left.

"Just wanted to make sure he was okay, his mom means a lot to him. But I also want to know if you're okay too. Your situation sucks too" he explains and I feel my eyes start to water a bit but I sniff and rub them. No crying.

"Thanks Ashton, I'm glad to hear. See you at school" I don't bother to let him answer because I know it will basically be what I just said so I hang up.

I walk into the catiously, peeking around. Noah is watching cartoons in the middle of the floor and spots me immediately jumping up to hug my leg.

"Hey bud" I mumur, ruffling his hair between my fingers.

I hear a huff behind me, making me slowly turn around to see my mother. She's dressed differently today too, a blouse and jeans. She actually brushed her hair and by the looks of it showered. This is so odd.

"Where were you last night?" She asks in motherly tone making me cringe.

"Not like you would care anyways-" I'm cut off by her hand hitting my cheek like it has so many times before that.

"Answer again young man" she orders and I sigh wanting to cry so bad, I can't cry.

"Ashtons" I answer which is partially true but she delivers another slap to the other side of my face, atleast she's evened it out.

"You smell like a girl" she scowls making my lips slightly turn up as I think about Zayn. He's always smelled so nice.

I shrug and walk away, going to the kitchen to get a drink.

"So who were you with liam." She asks following me.

"I was with Zayn" I answer drinking the disgusting tap water wanting to cringe but I don't feel like getting hit.

"Who's Zayn?" She asks cocking an eyebrow. That's when Noah pauses the cartoons running over.

"Zayn is Liam's boyfriend!! I love him!" He jumps up and down cutely making me smile. I'm glad that he likes him.

"Why can't I meet him!?" My mother asks sounding disappointed which just makes my eyes roll.

"Because you just cant" I answer. Zayn knows about what she does to me, he would never step foot in this house of he knew she was going to be here.

"Well now you're just being selfish" she hisses making me laugh.

"Yes. He's mine" I take my water to Noah's room and lay myself on his little bed. Pulling my phone out to text Zayn.

I know he's probably sleeping but I sent it anyways, all smiles.

My mom opens the door making a groan release from my lips. Can she just leave me alone?

"I want to know who this Zayn character is!" She yells trying to take my phone out my hands. Which she has no right to do. I paid for it myself and I pay the bill. I clutch my phone tightly looking at her with narrowed eyes.

"No." I protest turning away from her heavy breathing figure.

"Why, I need to know. Is this guy a slut or something do I need to make sure you don't see eachother again because so help me Liam." She threatens making my heart race.

I pull out my phone and show her a photo of Zayn, in his cute little outfit and a wide smile on his face as he holds the tiger I bought him.

Her smirk fades as she studies the picture making my heart sink.

"Liam you can't be with him" she orders making me sit up.

"Why!?" I ask standing up pacing around.

"Because I have heard of this boy before. He went to a different school before he showed up at yours. My friends a teacher there Liam. He had an affair with a teacher.."