Inspired by âPolaroidâ by Liam Payne
âLou, I promise itâs not him,â Liam sighs before Louis can even not-so-subtlely gesture over to the longer-haired man with the trimmed beard. He was admittedly gorgeous, though.
Still, Liam does a double take, just to make sure. The club had been dark, to be fair.Â
Butâheâd stared at that photo long enough to know that that guy isnât him.Â
Every time he allows himself to reach into his wallet and chance a glance at the polaroid, his memory still transports him back to the moment the light flashed. The endearing way the man had leaned forward just a bit to press a light kiss to Liamâs cheek, his slight bit of stubble tickling his cheek. The polaroid encapsulated that exact moment, the bright look in both of their eyes, Liam turning slightly red but also grinning from ear to ear.Â
Now it just hurt to look at the polaroid, his eyes tracing the other ladâs scrawled signature over and over again: Zayn.
âI told you, itâs pointless, mate,â Liam bemoans, his voice giving off a twinge of sadness that he hadnât meant to let out.Â
âNo, no, itâs never pointless. New York isnât that big,â Louis argues hurriedly, voice getting louder as he attempts to fight for the obviously losing side.
He snorts. âThatâs like saying, âBatman isnât that rich.â Have you seen his fucking Batmobile? Heâs loaded.â
Louis rolls his eyes. âYouâre always so dramatic.âÂ
âOh, and youâre not?â Liam retorts, giving him a pointed look.
âOh no, I definitely am. But at least I donât try to pretend Iâm not.â
Liam ignores him, choosing instead to huff, âItâs been six months, Louis. Itâs been so long that at this point itâs really only a matter of time before the polaroid starts fading.âÂ
âIn love time, six months is, like, two seconds,â Louis scoffs with a slight flick of his head.Â
ââLove time?â Since when do you talk about âlove time?ââ Liam side eyes him, eyebrows drawn in. âWhere is my mate, Louis, and what did you do to him?â
âShut it,â he grumbles, waving him away. âBesides,â he adds as he whips his phone out of his pocket. âI donât think they actually fade that fast.â
âLouisss,â Liam whines, not wanting to get in this debate. Wanting to just complain for once without Louis always trying to fix it.
âYeah,â he pipes up after a moment, sounding smug. âLooks like they last for at least 30 years.â He gives Liam a stern look. âAs song as you take care of it. So just stop looking at it and it will last for a while.â
âOkay,â Liam shrugs, figuring it probably wasnât really the healthiest idea to be looking at it all the time, anyway. Each day after six months passed, it became a bit more weird to even think about the photo. âItâs not like Iâm ever going to find him.â