Payne Twins

Ian and Liam were opposites. Liam had few tattoos and rarely wore leather, whilst Ian's body was lost in ink and piercings. Aside their differences, they depended on each other for everything. But after Ian makes a horrible accident, Liam and Ian's whole relationship could end in tatters. With their parents thought dead by the car crash, and Jarred taunting them, they find the help of perky Niall, and a reluctant Zayn. Plan Kill Jarred is a go, and the four only have a limited time to save Ian and Liam's parents, and there own lives.

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8. chapter 8: I miss you

Liam's POV

I laid on my mattress. Zayn's snoring was pounding in my ears, even though it was quiet.

I had lied to myself. I needed Ian. He was my brother. I needed to find him. It's just, the look on his face. It was torture. When I had run away, he was crying.

I needed him. It was the truth. He was my other half. He was my twin, my brother. He did punch me, but what if Jarr was after me?

I've always known Ian was lying. He wasn't this buddy who'd wanted a rematch. He was much more then that. If that was it, Ian would've token care if him already.

I slowly stood, tip toeing over to Zayn. I would find Ian, help him kill Jarr, then come back here. I couldn't leave Zayn forever, not after all he's done for me.

Dear Zayn,

I lied. I need Ian. He's my brother, I've always needed him. He's my other half. Some serious shit is going On with Ian and another man named Jarr, and I need to help him. I'm sorry, but I have to find Ian. I miss him. I'll come back, I'm not leaving after you saved me on the street. I would've been dead by now.

Thanks for everything. Really. If you hate me, I understand. Text me when you wake up, please. I'm sorry again, but I can't let my brother die.

From Liam.

I lowered the pen, folding the note. I laid it by the Zayn's head. I walked toward the door, throwing on the leather jacket zayn gave me. He had a bunch of them. Somehow, he had managed to grab our bags as we ran from Ian.

I quietly closed the door, casting a sad glance at Zayn through the door window. I wanted to cry, but pushed it back. I walked to my bike, roaring it to life. It was early, maybe three AM, but I needed to go now.

I sped down the highway, which was empty. I figured Ian was either at a hotel, or was on the street. He would never leave knowing I was in town.

I looked around the street, but saw nothing. Maybe I was driving to fast. I ended up stopping at a curb. I leaned against a pole, but of course Zayn didn't show up like last time.

My phone rang, my ringtone filling the silent air. My heart stopped as I pulled it out of my pocket. It was Ian. This time, I answered it.

"Hello?" I whispered, my full voice disappearing.

"Liam. Please?" Ian sobbed, making my heart crash in my chest.

"Where are you?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"Tendale Hotel." Ian said. "Please...." Ian said. He was crying. He never cried.

"I'm coming, Ian." I whispered. I hung up, shoving my phone in my pocket.

I walked back to my bike, speeding down the street. I followed the streets until I found the hotel. Tears streaked down my cheeks as my heart beat against my chest.

I walked inside, the smell of cigarettes and moth balls filling my nose. I walked toward the clerk, who had fluffy blonde hair and way to much eyeliner.

"Um, excuse me. What room is Ian Payne in?" I asked, the clerk giving me an annoyed eye.

"Room 213, but aren't you Ian himself?" She asked, chewing bubblegum annoyingly.

"Twins." I said as I rushed to the elevator. I pushed the up button, tapping my foot impatiently. The doors finally opened, and I ran inside, slamming my hand down on the third floor button. Thank god no one else was in here.

It raised up, as my breathing hitched. My heart was A-wire as I blinked down tears. I wanted to see him so bad. I wanted to hug him. It's been four months without him. To long. Much to long.

The doors opened, as I shakily stepped into the hallway. I walked down the hallway, searching for room 213.

210. 211. 212.

213.

I stopped in front of it. I stared. I couldn't move. Couldn't breath. I gasped as I knocked on the door. The door swinged open before I lowered my knuckles.

"Liam. I'm so sorry." Ian said, with tears pouring down his face. His hair was messed and he was wearing PJ's. But i didn't care.

I wrapped him in a hug, bursting into tears. We cried, holding each other.

"Come inside before people start getting curious."Ava's voice said behind Ian. We stepped inside, still holding each other. We plopped down on the couch, clutching onto each other. We hugged and cried.

Ava sat beside us, smiling. Ian must have brought her to help look for me. He is so sweet. I loved him so much. How could I leave my own twin brother?

After a while, we calmed down. We sat In a circle, me holding Ian's hand. It was cheesy. But we didn't care. We were together again.

"So." Ian said, tightening his grip on my hand, "what about Jarr?"

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