Zayn finishes his walk.

He heads to the bathroom.

He does his business, but something catches his eye.

A small red spot is on the sink counter.

Blood.

His eyes flick to the medicine cabinet. He opens it. His blade.

He hadn't done it in days.

He was clean, he wanted to stay clean... it was too late, he grabbed the blade.

He takes off his signature black sweatshirt, and his t-shirt.

He looks into the mirror.

Ugly, is all he sees.

He sits down on the toilet seat, the cool metal of the blade in between his fingertips.

He runs the blade across his wrist. Once twice, three times, then he loses count.

Suddenly he hears a knock at his door. Then louder knocks.

"Shit," he curses under his breath.

He throws a towel over the blood stains just in case, maybe it will seem like he showered or something. He shoves the blade into his pocket and rushes to the door.

He opens the door.

"Hey, you forgot this at the coffee shop," Liam says, giving Zayn his bag, a playful smirk on his face.

Zayn just nods taking it.

"Not gonna let me in?" Liam asks playfully.

Zayn just shrugs.

"C'mon I wanted to talk, chat, but in person, and now that you live near me," Liam says, walking into the house.

Zayn sighs.

"Sorry 'bout the mess then," Zayn mumbles.

Liam shrugs and sits on his bed.

Zayn rushes over and kicks his blade box under the bed.

"What was that?" Liam asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"N-nothing important, stuff you would find in a junk drawer," Zayn says quickly.

Liam just nods.

"Hey can I use your bathroom? The drive from my place is a half hour and I didn't feel like going at the coffee shop," Liam says.

Zayn freezes.

"U-uh yea, don't touch the towel on the floor, there was a puddle from the shower," Zayn lies.

Liam nods.

"Should be dry by now, right?"

Zayn shakes his head frantically.

"I-I just showered, I just dried my hair r-really well, that's all," Zayn says.

"Oh, alright then," Liam says, entering the bathroom. Zayn sighs.

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