Zayn looked down as Liam rolled his suitcase to the front door. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Liam asked, a little taken aback. “I’m leaving, on a plane, to America, for a month.”
“I know,” he nodded, looking up at Liam. “Have fun. Have a safe flight.”
“That’s it!” Liam exclaimed, shocked at the own tone of his voice. “I’m leaving Zayn. Like leaving, leaving. This is the goodbye I get?”
Zayn sighed as he stood up from the sofa, taking larger steps to reach Liam quicker. “I know. I don’t want to make a big production out of it. I want it to be quick and easy, like a bandaid.”
Liam rested his forehead against Zayn’s and sighed. “I don’t want to go.”
“You have to,” he whispered. “You have to keep smashing it babe, show the world the star you are.”
“Come with me,” he suggested. “Be my personal assistant.”
Zayn laughed, his shoulders shaking. “I wish. I’ve got my own shit to do here, be my own superstar and whatnot.”
“You’ll take care of yourself,” Liam said, more as an order than a question. He knew how Zayn got when he was left alone with his thoughts and emotions and nothing else. “Feed the animals. Go see your mum, see my mum. Pat Ruth’s belly for me as she keeps growing.”
“She’s having a boy,” Zayn beamed. “We need more men in this family.”
“We do,” Liam agreed. His phone that was in his pockets rang loudly. “Paddy’s here.”
“Make him wait,” he told him, pushing out his bottom lip in a pout. “A private plane can’t leave without its main passenger.”
“True,” he nodded, bringing up his right hand and running his thumb along Zayn’s pushed out bottom lip. “Love you.”
Zayn playfully bit at Liam’s finger, making him hiss. “Love you too.”
“I don’t want to go,” he confessed, his phone going off again. “Will this man leave me be?”
“You love Paddy,” Zayn reminded him. “I love Paddy. He keeps you safe when I’m not around.”
“He’s a pain in me arse.”
Zayn laughed as seconds later his phone started to ring. “Gotta admit the man is persistent.”
“I’m going,” Liam finally gave in. “I’ll call you when I land and when I check in and when I have any free time.”
“Go,” him encouraged him. “Me and the kids will be okay without daddy for a while. Promise.”
Liam nodded, a little uncertain. “Call me anytime you need me, okay?”
“I can’t take care of myself,” he reminded Liam. Zayn moves forward and kissed Liam gently on the lips. “Go babe, before Paddy barges in here and drags you away.”
Liam nodded his head once more and kissed Zayn again. “Love of my life.”
“Love you,” he repeated, kissing him for a final time before walking backwards towards the front door. He grabbed his suitcase and walked out the door.
Zayn watched as Liam walked away, sighing. It hurt to see him leave, they lived in each other’s pocket for close to seven years, never being far from each other. Liam had to work and promote and be amazing, but it hurt. It hurt to see him go for a long amount of time while he had to stay put and work himself. Winston came into the room, his claws making noise on the hardwood floor. Winston sat beside Zayn and let out a sigh himself. “I know bud. I miss dad already too. He’ll be back, he promised and we both know Liam’s the most reliable person out there.”
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