Slash(boyxboy) MA don't hate. Don't like boyxboy action don't read. I knew he was finally sleep and it was safe to open my weary eyes. I took in his masculine but feminine features. His eyelashes were thick, long and looked soft to the touch. His high cheek bones accentuated his straight cut jaw line. Cheeks were still a light pink color from when he blushed before.His shiny light brown hair swept just over his closed eyes.He is the definition of yang. Light, hot, assertive, and fiery while I'm the yin dark, cool, receptive, and moist. Together we make a whole. We are balanced and harmonious around each other. He completes me the yang to my yin. I closed my eyes hoping that he would still be next to me when I woke up.


1. Difficulties (chapter 1)

(liams p.o.v.)
   One more thrust and... nothing. Shit I just don't feel aroused anymore. It's not like she's not beautiful. Her plump pink lips and perfect curves are all I've ever wanted and more. Her black hair seems to cascade elegantly in tight silky ringlets down her pale smooth back. Her slender legs always move gracefully no matter what she does. But I can't seem to get turned on anymore. I know that I love her. I mean at least I think I do. She's perfect for me in every way to the T. I got off of her and rolled to face the wall. I couldn't hold my emotions in anymore. "Liam, are you okay baby?" Danielle asked with a hint of worry in her voice "Danielle this isn't going to work anymore." I chocked out through tears. "What do you mean?" She cried while her warm tears fell onto my bare back. "I mean us, as a couple." I barely whispered. She broke down instantly and yelled "Liam James Payne I can't believe I wasted three years of my life on you! I thought you loved me! I thought we could get through this!" She finally packed all her things and left me in the corner broken and alone. She slammed the front door and that's when I started to cry, no more like sob. It felt like hours of sobbing, but it was actually about like half an hour. I finally pulled myself together and walked into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror above the sink. The reflection was nothing what I expected. My face had tear stains going down my cheeks, my eyes were swollen, and my hairs was matted to my face with tears and sweat. I looked at my toned chest, it still had fresh scratch marks from what was supposed to be a night of pleasure. I stepped into the bath I had run only minutes before. Sad music blasted through the speakers as I continued to sob violently in the warm water. I cried for all the good memories and the bad. I cried for breaking up with her the way I did. She deserved someone who could give her pleasure and I just can't do it for her. Soon I dozed off into a restless sleep.
     When I awoke the music had stopped. I drained the tub and looked into the mirror. My face no longer had tear stains, my eyes weren't swollen, and my hair was dry and curly. Finally I looked like I hadn't just had the worst night of my life. I stepped out and checked the time "3:07 a.m. Shit Niall should be home by now." I whispered to myself. And I was right I could hear giggling coming from down the hall. He must be with that girlfriend he doesn't want us to meet. I huffed and put on my bright blue boxers and Toy Story Pj pants. I crept out of my room to the kitchen to find it made a mess, again. But I wasn't going to clean it, not this time. I grabbed a huge bucket of chocolate fudge ice cream and a fork. And quietly made my way to the living room. I put in toy story and curled up into a ball while shoveling ice cream into my dry mouth. I soon fell asleep again as I heard a surprised gasp. I was being awoken by the panicked voice of my best lad Niall. His face was flushed and his hair a ruffled mess. "Liam what happened? Are you okay? Why isn't Danielle here?" Niall questioned me nervously. I slowly took in my surroundings and realized I had only been asleep a few moments. "Niall I don't want to talk about it right now." I slurred. "C'mon, you know you can tell me. I bet whatever it is can and will be solved." He stated confidently. " Tears started to pour down my chocolate covered face as I spoke "It can't be fixed Niall. This problem hasn't been solved for months."

Zayns P.O.V.
I trudged into my apartment delusionally. That plane ride couldn't have been any longer. I slowly let my suitcase fall on the bedroom floor and threw myself on my unmade bed. My cheek was still stinging from 24 hours ago. Perrie and I were done,
"I cant believe you!" she screamed.
"It's not my fucking fault," I said as I tried to back myself up.
She was closing in on me, "How could I ever trust you, I thought you loved me and there you are having sex with, ick, sluts!?!"
 Panting, I said, "Perrie you even said yourself that you didn't love me anymore after I started smoking again, I just wanted a little attention."
"What?!" she screamed in fake disbelief. "How can you put words in my mouth, how could you make love to me, then revert to having intercourse with animals!"
"Perrie," I said under my breath," you are an animal."
I saw her face fill with anger, and she had turned even more red than she already was. Perrie backed me into the corner of our hotel room and smacked me across the face. She aggressively grabbed her clothes from the juice stained carpet and removed her products from the smoke scented bathroom. I slid down into the corner and I felt my head getting heavy, I saw Perrie heading for the door. "Wait," I murmered. Before I knew it, a black boot was hurling towards me, and the room turned black.
It was then the moment I had relived was coming to a blur now and my apartment came back into focus.
I carelessly threw my suitcase onto the bed and unzipped it. The aroma of cinnamon spice and mint filled the room as I opened the suitcase. Perrie's empty perfume bottle laid in the zippered pocket. I threw it with all my might at towards the wall, and watched it shatter into pieces. I didn't need her anymore, and certainly not her belongings. I grabbed a handful of my clothes and shoved them into my broken bureau drawer. As I began to unpack my varsity jacket, Monica's panties had fallen out of nowhere. "Shit," I said to myself. Maybe this is how Perrie found out. "Oh well," I thought. I showered myself and washed my face, and decided to see how Liam was doing down the hall. I knocked on his door twice, nothing. I tried knocking again. "Liam, Liam?" I said as I peered through the tiny window on his door. "He's always home though, something must me up." I whispered to myself. I headed back into my apartment and tried to open my door. Great, I had locked my keys inside. I slouched on the window seat at the end of the hall, getting sleepier every minute. My eyes finally had given up and closed for rest. All I could think was "Where's Liam?". At this point I knew I didn't care about Perrie anymore, and Monica meant nothing, I know who I truly loved, and that was Liam Payne.

comment and comment because we want to know if we are doing a good job!

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...