-Zayn's POV-

"I can't believe you cheated on me with that...that slut!" I shout, stomping out to my car.

"I wouldn't have if you would actually have sex with me every once in a while!!" Liam shouts right back.

I roll my eyes, tears falling as I get into the truck.

"You know what? Fuck you. You know exactly why we can't have sex!"

"So? It's selfish of you to think-"

"What? That my medical condition is not as important as your sexual desires?" I scream, starting the car.

I back out before he can respond and drive down the road to my parent's house.

My phone rings and I pick it up blindly, stupidly.

"What?"

"Zayn we weren't finished talking about this."

"About what? How you were a whore and cheated on me?!"

"It's not my fault! God you're so insensitive!!"

I gasp.

"I'm insensitive?! I thought you loved me! I thought you cared enough about me and our relationship to not do that!"

"What relationship? We haven't been the same for months now! There's nothing there!"

"There was something to me...two years isn't nothing Liam!" Tears begin to pool at my eyes, making my vision a little blurry.

"Well I'm sorry that we can't all be hopeless romantics who only think about marriage and love!"

"You haven't thought about marriage and love?! Love is what our whole relationship is built on! And marriage? You've never even thought once about marrying me?" My vision is getting even worse. I'm probably swerving but who cares.

"No! I haven't!-" I begin to cry harder and don't even noticed when my car flips end over end off the road and into a ditch. I don't even notice the glass in my neck and face. Hell, I don't even notice how my arm is bent backwards. All I notice is that the person I thought I've been with for the past two years is nothing like I thought he was.
-Liam's POV-

"No! I haven't and I don't plan to!!"

He doesn't answer.

"Zayn?"

Nothing.

"Zayn!" I say, louder this time.

"Zayn answer me!"

I begin to panic and rush to my car, driving the way I thought he went.

I hear nothing on his end and I'm growing more worried.

I stop breathing.

Ambulances.

Fire trucks.

Policemen.

I get out and run up to the tape, trying to get a good view of the car.

"Sir this is a police line. You cannot cross."

"That's my boyfriend!!" I scream, breaking the tape and running up to the car. I see paramedics lift him into a stretcher and place a blanket over his whole body.

He's gone.

And it's my fault.
-:-
Weeks later and Liam is still not talking to anyone.
Occasionally Sophia tries to get him to talk but nothing happens.
He finally visits Zayn's grave though. He cries for hours every time, regretting that the last thing he told Zayn was that he never planned on marrying and that he never really loved him.
In all honesty, that's all he thought about. He was just mad. Infuriated.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry baby. You're gone and this is all my fault. I didn't mean any of those things. I love you." He had said.
Eventually he tries to move on.
He ends up marrying Sophia, much to his dismay.
They have two kids, who wonder why their daddy never looks happy.
Sophia knows why he isn't but doesn't care.
He misses Zayn more than ever and finally, at age thirty when he couldn't take the guilt anymore, Liam hangs himself.