Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
Hi lovers! 
Warnings:
This chapter is extremely sad
This chapter contains Ziam smut
Enjoy!
Lila x
There was an undercurrent of awkwardness between them, heightened by the time limit they had. There was an interview in less than an hour, the boys were fully ready, hair and makeup and all, and Zayn had promised Harry that he would explain it to the boys himself. Harry had told them of course, but he insisted that Zayn do it properly too. If he was going to leave them, he owed them the respect  of doing it in person, their friendship too meaningful for it to be any other way. 
He looked around the small circle now. He was sat on his own armchair, Louis on the arm, holding their joined hands close to his forehead. He had taken it hard. Harry had whispered the news to him in bed, trying to soften the blow. But it was like ripping brothers apart and he hated that he was the one to share that. 
Niall and Liam sat sprawled over the black couch. Niall was curled into a little ball, fists clenched. He seemed lost, and Harry wished he could wipe the worry lines off of his forehead. 
Liam hadn't spoken much since he'd been told. He asked a few questions during the conversation and then fell silent. Speaking only when he needed something or in public. 
And then there was Zayn. He was on his own armchair, dressed fully in black, hands clutching a cigarette over the side of his chair. Occasionally, he glanced over at Harry for support, the tall lad giving him tight lipped smiles, holding back his tears. Louis lowered their hands and stroked his thumb over the back of it and Harry smiled gratefully at him. 
Zayn spoke for a little bit, and they could tell he had prepared what to say to them and how to say it. And then he fell silent, turning expectantly to them, waiting for a response. 
It was Liam who spoke first, "we'll still be mates, right?" He asked
Zayn nodded. Louis clenched down on Harry's hand tightly. Harry squeezed back. He got up and ran out of the room. 
Niall stood up and curled onto Zayn's lap whispering something in his ear that caused the dark haired man to wrap his arms around him and bury his head into his shoulder. 
"10 minutes boys," came a voice from the door. They whipped their heads over to see Simon. As one, Liam and Harry stood up and walked towards him, while Niall stayed on Zayn's lap, crying softly into his chest
"I don't know what's going on boys, but we won't have time for touchups so please mind your makeup."
Liam scoffed and shut the door firmly in his face. 
"Go find Louis," he told Harry, "we'll do this together. Zayn, mate?" He turned to the pair on the armchair, "you okay with one last KFC hangout after the show tonight?" 
"Sounds lit Li," he smiled for the first time, squeezing Niall one more time. "c'mon baby Nandos, duty calls." 
Niall smiled lightly, wiping his eyes and taking his hand. 
The interveiw went shit. They had no doubt that their self appointed expert body language fans would analyse it for years, but the show...the last show, that was when they really allowed themselves to forget. Just for one last night, to pretend they would always be this close, this happy. 
Taking their final bow, Harry pulled Zayn in. The boys said nothing this time, just hugged eachother, trying to keep close for as long as possible. Eventually, Liam leaned forward and kissed Zayn's forehead, pulling Niall away and holding the shaking boy close to himself and they pulled apart. As the exited the stage, Niall broke down sobbing and Zayn ran out of the room. Liam ran for the shower, lip trembling. The boyfriend's shared a look and Louis sighed, heading after Zayn as Harry crouched down next to Niall who had sunk dejectedly on the floor, crying into his hands. 
"C'mere Nialler," he said softly, settling down and pulling the blonde boy into his shoulder
Niall continued to cry for a few minutes, unable to get the words out. Harry held him tightly. He knew that Zayn was a big brother to Niall. He acted as a buffer for the younger boy, keeping management away from him as much as he could, protecting him on nights when the paparazzi was too intrusive or the fans too loud. He knew Niall would be completely lost without Zayn there for him. He could hold his own, of course, they all could-had to, really. But he had never had to do it on his own before like the rest of them. And to lose someone that had done so much for you...Harry couldn't imagine what it would feel like to lose that. 
"Harry," Niall whispered eventually, voice cracking, "I can't-" 
"Shhh, Ni, I know," he whispered, "it's going to be okay, promise," he continued to whisper little encouragements into his ear, the way he had done with Louis' little sister Daisy when she missed her mum on a night when he and Louis babysat so Jay could go on a weekend with her boyfriend, until Niall's sobs subsided into hiccups and he stood up shakily
"Okay?" Harry asked him concerned, 
"Thanks Harold," he smiled, "I'm gonna go shower." 
Harry waited until he was out of the room before allowing his calm facade to crumble a bit. Fuck showering, he headed to the gym and straight to the ring, yanking on his boxing gloves with trembling hands. 
Meantime, Louis had found Zayn on the back porch, struggling to light a cigarette on the windy night. Wordlessly, he walked over to him and cupped his hands, shielding from the wind. Zayn inclined his head and offered him one, helping him light it in the same way. 
Finally, Zayn broke the silence, "I am sorry mate, you know," he started
But Louis raised a hand to cut him off. "you don't have to be sorry for going," he said shortly, "I work here too, I know what it's like."
They stood in silence for a bit, and Zayn leaned down, leaning his head on Louis' shoulder as the smaller boy hunched over slightly, holding the rail with one hand
"I found a place here," he said suddenly, "massive tennis field in a park not far from the bus, want to go? I have a football in my room." 
"Course you do," Zayn smiled lightly, "and fuck yes, thanks for looking for a spot for us." He turned around, "but seriously, we should both shower first, and Li will kill meh if I miss KFC, how about after that?" 
"Sounds good." 
Niether boy moved, content to stay in each other's presence just a little longer until a tight faced Liam appeared on the porch. 
"We're leaving in 20 lads, and you both stink, seriously. Go shower." 
"I need to talk to him." Zayn sighed, "later I guess." 
It was midnight when Louis and Zayn finally stumbled into the empty tennis court, both mildly drunk already and finishing off cans of beer. They set up quickly, lit up and marked a zone as their goal, smashing in penalties one by one. 
"Why didn't you tell me yourself?" Louis asked, leaning back holding his knees after a successful top bin,
"I had to get away, couldn't do that over the phone with you," Zayn responded, throwing the ball back at him
They switched off a few times for about an hour, talking about Zayn's plans of normalcy for the next few months,
"D'you reckon you'll go solo?" Louis asked
"Some day I reckon yeah," he answered, walking towards the blue eyed boy to switch off, "not for a while though," he handed the ball off and made to keep walking to his place, but Louis stopped him with a hand on his arm
"I'll miss you bro," he said
Zayn sighed, "same, Lou, I wish I knew we could still be mates, but I know you'll hate me a little for a while,"
"Could never," Louis answered, slinging his arm over Zayn's shoulder and leading him to the steel bench running along the edge of the court, "I'm angry at you, yeah, and I fucking hate that I'm gonna have to be here without you, but hate you never."
"Hate you never too," Zayn responded softly as they say down, legs spread, side by side as they had done so many times before
"I know you have questions." He sighed, "just ask meh, I want to leave you as friends if I have to leave you," 
"Why'd you have to?" Louis whispered
"You know why." Zayn said softly, turning to face him,
"I know why but I hate it."
"Loueh," he said, a serious note creeping into his voice, "I need you to promise me you'll look after Niall. And Liam's gonna be pissed for a while but he's gonna break and I won't be here. Please, Lou,"
"I'll always be here for the lads Z, I promise."
The silence settled between them as they smoked. 
"C'mon," Louis stood up. "we're going clubbing."
It was 5am when they got back, too drunk to notice the three other lads passed out on the couch on top of each other. They crawled into their own bunks and crashed. 
The next night was the last night before Zayns flight out. Harry and Louis hadn't spoken much since the show, so they retreated into Louis' bunk for some privacy. 
Zayn was spent from his talk with Niall. He had apologized over and over and held the blonde lad as he cried, promising to pick up the phone whenever he called. He let Niall pick out his own ringtone so he would always know it was him and drop everything. And then they had laughed through the tears as they went through their camera rolls and taken rediculous selfies. 
Now, Niall had gone to be alone for a little, and Zayn knew he couldn't push off a chat with Liam. 
He walked slowly over to Liam's bunk and pulled the curtain aside. 
"Hey Li," he said quietly, "can we talk?" 
About 20 minutes later, they were side by side in Zayns car, him at the wheel, occasionally looking over at Liam who was fiddling with his hands in his lap. 
"Li..." He said gently, reaching one hand over and placing it on Liams thigh, "this isn't your fault."
Liam turned to look at him so quickly, Zayn had to smile, "yes, I know what you're thinking. I always do Liam, you should know that already." 
"What was I supposed to think Zayn?" He asked tightly, "you disappeared as soon as you caught your breath and didn't come back. And then I hear from Harry that you're going for good?"
"You didn't do anything wrong Li," he responded, patting his thigh comfortingly, as he pulled into the motel he had rented for the night, "really, you were perfect. It just reminded me what it was like to have someone take care of me. To be able to let go instead of trying to hold onto everything myself. Really, Liam, it was the greatest gift, the first time I felt good in months, and it made me want to feel that way more often."
Liam sighed, "you brought me to a motel." He said shortly
Zayn smiled at him, if Liam dropped it, he knew he was ready to move on. "I wanted to return the favor before I go. If that's okay."
"It's always okay, Z" Liam smiled back sighing, "but if we're doing this for the last time, we're doing it all the way."
Zayn grinned and shoved a Victoria's secret bag onto his lap. "what do you think this is for baby?" He reached over to caress Liam's cheek, "go inside, put it on and wait for me on the edge of the bed, kneeling. But don't get hard, I'll do that. Understood?" 
"Yes Daddy," Liam breathed, a look of relief settling on his features as he fumbled with the bag, taking the key that Zayn pressed into his hand and making his way to the door. 
Zayn leaned back in his seat, trying to align himself with his role. Since Liam had topped last time, it had been a while since he had played Daddy but he loved it. He loved the way Liam responded to it. The way Liam trusted him with it. And he loved the power that came with it. It was something he couldn't get with Perrie, something he wasnt sure he would ever find again after tonight. He grinned to himself, imagining Liam getting inside and opening the bag, fingering the special clothing inside, struggling not to get hard. He could picture Liam struggling to get rid of his erection, waiting impatiently in the room, flushed, ready and aching for him. After about 15 minutes, he got out of the car, stripping out of his jacket and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt. He paused to take a deep breath outside of the room before turning the handle and walking in. 
And holy fuck, the reality in front of him was so much hotter than he remembered. Liam was kneeling on the bed his head bowed in shame and service. He was trembling and flushed from his cheeks down his neck and chest to his stomach, his hands gripping his own thighs tightly, white crescent shaped marks grooved into his thighs where he had been trying to control himself. The tiny blue panties did nothing to hide his obscenely hard cock, a dark patch of lace spreading from where he was leaking at the tip. 
"Daddy!" He wailed as Zayn gazed at him, his cock twitching in response. Waiting a beat or two to reply, Zayn eventually responded sternly,
"I see you've disobeyed me, little one, I believe Daddy gave you specific, simple instructions not to get hard, and here you are, being a naughty boy."
Liam made a keening sound, almost a sob as he pleaded, "I'm sorry daddy, I tried but-"
Zayn cut him off mid sentence, "you're a bad boy Liam, do you remember what happens when you're bad?" 
"I have to be punished." Liam whimpered miserably 
Zayn nodded curtly even though Liam's eyes were still trained to the sheets. He smirked lightly. He knew Liam. Knew how much he wanted to please, how mildly submissive he was to Zayn and Zayn only. Liam always topped on his one night stands, not trusting anyone to top him and enjoying his power too much, but with Zayn he always wanted to please, to let go. And since it was the last time, Zayn knew he would try to do everything right and he would have no excuse to punish him the way he loved. So he gave him a direction he knew he couldn't keep. 
"That's right little one, bad boys get punished. Now get up, I want you on all fours, facing the headboard." Liam scrambled to obey his command, turning around and lifting up as Zayn discarded his clothes. He waited a minute before approaching the bed, trailing a hand over the smooth curve of Liam's arse where the lace met his soft skin. Liam whined at the contact, pressing backwards to chase Zayns hand and Zayn gave him a sharp slap on the left cheek. 
Smoothing his palm over the material, he spoke softly as if to himself, "I think ten spanks with my hand should help you learn your lesson Liam, I want you to cound each one and thank me. If you forget, I will start over with the paddle. Zayn picked up the paddle from his own bag, and layed it in front of Liam, fully expecting to have to use it. Liam shivered on the bed with anticipation, almost vibrating with need and let out a loud moan when he saw the smooth leather board of his favorite paddle. He gasped out, "yes Daddy, thank you Daddy,"
Zayn cut him off with a hard spank to his right cheek, delighting in the gorgeous ripple across Liam's flesh, smirking at Liam's panted, "one, thank you Daddy," Zayn aimed his spanked carefully, targeting different points on alternating cheeks each time. With each brutal spank, Liam rocked forward and keened, moaning the number and thanking him. After the seventh, Zayn caressed Liam's arse, the hot, rosy skin peeking between the holes in the lace, and Liam let out a breath moan. He gave him the eighth and ninth in quick succession, Liam whimpering, "eight, nine, thank you Daddy."
 The tenth was the hardest catching both cheeks and aside from a high keep emmiting from Liam"s throat, he was silent. Zayn grinned to himself. He had know Li would want the paddle, and he was only half surprised he wanted the full twenty spanks. Straightening his face, he growled lowly, "Liam, I asked you to count and you disobeyed, now I have to start from one with the paddle."
 Liam whimpered thrusting his hips back and forth in the air, no doubt trying to find some relief for his cock which must be aching by now. Zayn moved to the head of the bed, lifting the paddle from the pillow and taking a look at Liam's face, flushed bright red with tears collecting in his eyes. He kissed his forehead gently, "don't worry, my dove, Daddy will take care of you after you've learned your lesson."
He moved back behind Louis, retrieving the lube and leaving it by his feet, sliding the smooth leather over Liam's back. This paddle was perfect for tonight. If used properly, it would turn his arse into a beautiful red, wide enough  that the impact was spread over a large area, leaving no welts or bruises. Perfect for his plans to fuck Liam after this not needing to administer immediate aftercare. Resting the paddle on the peak of Liam's arse, he paused to demand, "color please," he delivered a swift swing after Liam choked out, "green, Daddy, please" following it with an immediate, "one, thank you Daddy." He paddles his arse with hard spanks, pausing between each one to let him catch his breath. By the eight, Liam was a sobbing, writhing mess, barely managing to hold himself up with shaking arms and thighs. 
 Zayn layed the paddle down on the bed to soothe his sore cheeks with both hands. He murmured comfortingly, "such a good boy, taking it so well, I think you've learned already, don't need the last two my dove." He peppered Liam's red arse with butterfly kisses and Liam begged through his sobs, "please, daddy, please I can take it, please, 'm so close."
 Zayn licked over the soft fabric, simultaneously wetting the lace and soothing the skin beneath it. "that's not how it works." He said sternly, "you dont get to come just because youre close babe," Liam let out an enormous sob as Zayn manhandled him onto his back, pushing his hands up over his head and devouring his mouth, and he knew why. Zayn hardly ever played with orgasm control, despite how much Liam loved it, denial not being something he was completely comfortable with. But tonight, he wanted to give him everything, show him how much he enjoyed taking care of him. How much he would miss it. "you come when I say," he growled into Liam's mouth, "understood?" Liam whimpered and Zayn tugged his nipple roughly, "answer baby." 
 "Yes, daddy, understood," Liam cried, chasing Zayns lips but he had already leaned back, and was taking him in with dark eyes. 
Reaching his panties, he eased them down his thighs before licking the wetness from his cock, pausing as he moaned. He pushed a dry finger against Liam's hole as he took him into the back of his throat, popping up as he pushed it in. "I'm gonna ruin you baby," he said lowly, Liam groaning at the dry drag of his finger inside him as he began to move, "but you're going to love the way I take you apart." 
He pulled out, coating two fingers with lube and shoving them as deep as he could into Liam's tight heat. The muscular man shook violently as he scissored him open, taking back in his mouth as he worked him. 
"Daddy, daddy please!" Liam writhed, bringing his hands down to bury his fingers in Zayn's hair, freezing in shock when Zayn looked up at him wordlessly, sternly. Blushing bright red under the darker man's gaze, he slowly raised his hands back above his head, holding onto the headboard. Zayn smirked, and pulled out his fingers. "don't do anything you weren't told to do Li," he said calmly, sitting up entirely. He walked across the room slowly, knowing how desperate Liam was for his touch and feeling the power in denying him. He retrieved his belt deliberately, watching Liam's eyes widen, as he lay perfectly still on the bed. 
"Thought you learned your lesson when I spanked you." He continued in his calm voice, "but no. You disappointed me again, can't keep your body where daddy tells you too. Too greedy to act dignified." He twisted the belt into handcuffs, chuckling slightly when Liam whimpered. "don't worry baby," he leaned over, nodding, and Liam hesitantly have over his hands, "I'll give you what you want. You're awfully pretty when you get your way you know." He fastened Liam's tied hands to the headboard, taking out his phone and snapping a few pictures, Liam blushing under the attention. When he was done, he layed beside him on the bed, trailing his fingers lightly from his extended arm, down the side of his body, slipping at his lower stomache, watching the way his cock twitched at the tender movements. 
"I think I'll miss this the most," he whispered, like a secret, "the moment you realise it's not worth fighting and lay all pretty for me. That's when I know I can do whatever I want with you." 
Liam began to shake as he stroked his lower stomach gently. "do you want that, little dove? Do you want me to use you?"
"Daddy please," he whimpered, "I'll do anything just please please touch me." 
Zayn smirked, he had Liam right where he wanted him. He moved deliberately between his legs, looking him in the eye, "feet on the mattress, knees spread." He demanded, "good boy." He wet his lips with his tounge and knelt down, one hand on the back of Liam's left knee, the other applying pressure to his stomache as he began to circle his tounge around Liam's rim, loving the way he arched up off the bed before jerking back down towards his mouth. He ate him out for what seemed like hours until Liam was a blubbering mess, begging intellegibly to release. 
"Not yet baby." He said into his hole, "hold on another minute and you can come Daddy's cock, okay?" 
"Okay, Daddy, yes please!" Liam cried, sobs wracking his body, turning into pleasured moans and Zayn slid straight into him, relying on the tiny bit of lube he had used earlier and his saliva that would dry up within minutes. As he bottomed out, he leaned forward, hooking a thumb into Liam's teeth and using it to turn his face so they locked eyes. "go on then baby," he commanded, holding eye contact as Liam let go, spurting hot white come up his stomach and growling. He had hardly finished when Zayn reared back, pushing into him strongly and begining to fuck him at a furious pace as Liam sobbed with sensitivity. "oh baby, my gorgeous little slut," Zayn hissed, "just shut up and enjoy it." He slammed into Liam's prostate, watching the other lads cock instantly spring back and begging to fatten again, "are you enjoying it yet baby? Color?" 
"Green! Green Daddy, don't stop, please please please, oh!" Liam screamed out as Zayn came hard inside him, pulling out and shoving a plug into him, turning it into the highest vibrating setting. "m'gonna count little dove," he pushed on the base of the plug, budging it against his prostate, "and when I get to zero, you're going to come again." He leaned forward and took his nipple into his mouth, placing a clamp on the other one as he began to suck and bite. For just a second, he looked up and caught Liam's eye, "60," he said lowly, like a dare before plunging back down and plundering his swollen nipple again for a few seconds, "59," he whispered into his chest. By 30, Liam was rocking back on the vibrator while trying to get away from the buzz at the same time, writhing into Zayns mouth and crying from the overstimulation, "29," Zayn growled, pulling the clamp off sharply and attaching it to the now bruised and sore nipple on the other side, catching Liam's pained cry in his mouth, using his fingers to tug gently on the exposed one, "28" he promised, moving his mouth back down and begining to abuse it in the same way. At 5 he stood up and retrieved his phone. "4," he said, turning on video and training the camera on Liam's face, settling it on the night stand, "this is the last time your going to come for me, little dove," he said lowly in his ear as he lay beside him, playing with the base of the plug, "so when you come, scream my name for the camera okay? Like a parting gift for me, don't you want to give me a gift? Be good for me one last time? My best boy?"
"Best," Liam agreed a few seconds later, fixing a classy gaze onto him. 
"In that case," Zayn smiled lowly, taking his cock into his mouth, he looked up at Liam and held up three fingers for his countdown. As he began to lick over Liam's tip, he put down one long finger, then another as he took him to his throat. Finally, he hollowed his cheeks, sucking strongly as he closed his fist and Liam erupted in his mouth, coming for what felt like ages as Zayn swallowed around him, drinking it all in one last time as Liam yelled his name over and over a combination of Daddy and Zayn. When he was done, he carefully turned off the plug, removing it gently and reaching up to hold him close, waiting for him to resurface. He was always proud when he got Liam to subspace, and considered it one of the greatest privileges to help him down slowly. 
10 minutes later when he felt Liam snuggle closer into his side, he smiled gently. "back?" He asked fondly 
"That was so good," Liam said, a tad distantly, "so good Zayn."
Zayn smiled, lifting a very tired Liam into his arms and kicking the bathroom door open, laying him gently onto the window seat as he filled the bath, putting in one of Liam's favourite bath bomb scents. When the bath was full, he lowered him into it, crawling in behind him. 
"M'gonna miss you." Liam whispered, leaning back to rest his head on Zayn's shoulder, 
"Same here, bro" Zayn sighed, massaging shampoo into his hair, "and not just the sex, you're one of my best mates."
"Sex was pretty good too," Liam teased. 
"I filmed the whole session on webcam," Zayn admitted, "I'll send you the file." 
The two sat comfortably in the tub until Liam broke the silence, "much as I would love to cuddle, I think the boys want a last movie night."
Zayn laughed, "we can't deprive them now can we?" He helped Liam up and the two got dressed in oversized hoodies, "let's head back." 
"Let's," Liam agreed, hooking his arm through Zayn and climbing into the car. 
Question of the chapter:
Have you ever been to a 1D concert?
Until next time!