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The interrogation room was cold. A table light illuminated the steel walls. Officer Grimshaw was sat in front of me, giving me strange glances every now and again. I knew why I was here. Grimshaw knew. The whole police department knew. Every single person in the town of London, knew why I was there. I was the last person to see my boyfriend, Zayn alive. Zayn had been at my house three hours prior to his death. Of course they would ask his boyfriend all the questions. "Why did you kill Zayn?" "I thought you were friends" Officer Grimshaw's voice brought me out of my own worried thoughts. "I didn't kill him, I wouldn't kill him. He left to head home and that was the last I'd seen of him." I rolled my big brown eyes at the male across from me. "C'mon Liam, You and I both know that's not true." Grimshaw got a grin on his face. "WHY WOULD I MURDER MY BOYFRIEND!?" I shouted at him, standing up from the cold metal of the fold up chair I was sat in. My fists slammed down on the wooden table, anger apparent in my usual soft features. Grimshaw stood up, his face moving closer to mine.
He was sporting a sly grin, One I had seen several and several times. "I don't know, Payne. Why don't you tell me?" He chuckled, I withstanded the punch he deserved, I really didn't need a reason for them to arrest me. "This is going nowhere" I sighed, shaking my head. "I want to discuss this with someone else." I demanded, walking around the table, heading for the door. "Not so fast, Liam." Grimshaw chuckled again. I duly noted the smug look he had plastered to his face. I could sense he wanted to take this in a direction I wasn't sure I wanted to look back on. Back to a time when I would let any and every male use me for their own sick and disturbing needs, Grimshaw was a regular, too much a regular of mine that I wasn't comfortable with him anymore. Then I met Zayn. Everything changed.
Yes, for a while it was just for Zayn to free him of the stress that the day had brought on him. It was okay for a while, and then Zayn wanted to take it to the next level and I wasn't sure I wanted that either. I soon came to terms with Zayn's proposal, I'd be his boyfriend, but I was allowed to keep what I had going with a few people for a few more months. After those three or so months, I was to cut off all ties with the men, delete and block their numbers. If one was to come in contact with me, They had to deal with Zayn. Zayn wasn't the one to mess with with either.
Zayn knew what he wanted and when Zayn had what he wanted, no one was to come between the two. I was now Zayn's pride and joy, everything he needed. Everything he wanted. Everything he had, or so he thought. Grimshaw tried to get me back to my old life, the life of constant sex and drugs and alcohol. The life I chose to never look back on after Zayn and I became official. When and if Zayn EVER let me look back on this life it was in our bedroom. Dark, under the duvet and sheets, Zayn on top, deep brown eyes looking into mine, Calling me his slut and his whore and how I'd let any man come and use me, Zayn was more than turned on by this. This was Zayn's escape. The one thing that made Zayn feel in charge after a long day of work. If Zayn needed to torture me, so be it, He'd torture me. I'd let him.
Grimshaw knew I was with Zayn and he knew where to hit and he knew what to say to make my blood boil. He'd tried everything and anything in his will power to make Zayn leave me. He'd gone as far as trying to kidnap me and say I went over willingly because I missed the feel of him inside me. He'd sent Zayn messages from months ago, which Zayn wasn't too happy about, I had to unblock his number and show Zayn the dates of these supposed recent messages. Everything Grimshaw tried, I'd set straight with Zayn, it got to the point where Zayn had him arrested, but he got off with the promise to leave us two alone and no longer make sexual advances towards me. He was suspended from work for a few months and things were fine between Zayn and I.
Then came July, and Grimshaw got added back to the force and things got bad again. Zayn tried to have us move, but I wouldn't allow it. If we moved, He won. Grimshaw would win and Zayn and I would be known as the cowards, who ran from our problems. "No, Zayn. I'm tired of running and I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired of not taking a stand" I had told him at a time when he had started to bring home boxes and storage totes from his parents' house. I wasn't leaving London and moving to Bradford just because Zayn was sick of the man. I wasn't going to submit to Zayn's decisions. Not this time, That's what led to us being in the room, Grimshaw pressed up against me, my back against the steel wall. "Can you bugger off?" I asked, looking down at him. "Now, Why would I do that?" He whispered. I sighed again, rolling my eyes again. "Wow. Fuck off" I sighed, pushing past him, walking closer to the door, before having it swing open, nearly grazing the tip of my nose.
"Let him be, Nick" The officer, Calum had said, a file in his hands. I gave Nick a smug look, walking closer to his person. "I told you I didn't do it" I whispered in his ear. " Still doesn't mean you don't know who did" He groaned. I walked out of the room and into the main area, so many men in white or blue. Then I saw him, he was sitting on his phone, I saw him, but he had yet to see me. His phone was put away and his eyes met mine. "I- Liam." He spoke, I didn't realize I had moved closer, I didn't even recollect that I was walking at all. Zayn stood up as he embraced me in a hug. The tears started to flow. I thought I had really lost him and the thought of losing him was enough to send me over the edge. My hand gripped onto his leather jacket, Another was around his waist, my face buried deep into his neck. "The-They said you were dead, Zayn. I couldn't lose you, I wouldn't lose you." I pulled back, looking over his features. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need anything?" Questions shot from me, one right after another."I fine,Li. No, I'm not hurt. All I need is for you to calm down." He gave a warm smile. How was he being so calm about this. I was an emotional wreck, and here Zayn was, A smile on his face, brown eyes bright. "HOW ARE YOU NOT TRAUMATIZED." I shouted louder than intended. He laughed, a hand caressing my face. "Because, Nothing happened to me, I was still in London, I just- I didn't go home."
He shrugged adding a small chuckle to the end. My eyes were wide by now. "Yo-You didn't go home? ZAYN WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" I shoved him back, a sigh leaving my lips. "Look, Liam. I'm sorry, I couldn't go home, Me mum found out about us and had a conniption fit, She wants me dead. Most children of wealthy families aren't homosexual, Liam." Zayn sighed, a few tears falling from his face. I embraced the male in yet another bone crushing hug. "Zayn, Why didn't you just stay with me?" Zayn stayed quiet. "Zayn, Please. Don't be quiet about this." Again, No response from him. "Zayn. Please." I begged. "I-I'm sorry Liam." Zayn let go of me and ran, I followed him. "Zayn, Please, Stop running." I knew he had heard me from the split second he had stopped before running again.