Say It Out Loud (2/12)
Pairing: Liam/Zayn
Word Count: this chapter, 2781
Rating: NC17 as there will be future smut (uh-oh)
Based on this prompt
After a restless night Liam wakes up early and stays in bed for an hour two. He mulls over what he should wear that night, if he should buy Zayn a gift, whether he should even attend the party or not. After checking his phone a few dozen times, it finally buzzes to life with a text at one pm. Liam stares at its perch on the pillow beside him and chews on his bottom lip nervously. Maybe Zayn will tell him that the party is off, maybe it is not even Zayn but one of his friends from college telling him something stupid that he should find hilarious.
He lifts his phone and opens the message. It is from a number he does not recognise and immediately his heart starts thumping. The message starts with a cheery good morning followed by directions to a house and then an added “this is Zayn by the way : ) x”
Liam tuts at the butterflies that erupt in his stomach especially when he re-reads the end of the text. He texts back a simple “see you there” without a kiss and throws his phone away.
“Stop acting like a schoolgirl” Liam says out loud and it echoes around his lonely apartment only making him feel worse about himself.
He jumps out of bed and roots through his wardrobe. He moans about how he has nothing to wear even as the tower of clothes loom over him. He finally decides on a simple red shirt and black jeans, hoping that it is not a formal party or else Liam will be the same colour as his shirt for the entire night.
An hour before the train, Liam stops at the local shop and contemplates whether he should buy Zayn something and settle on a large bottle of vodka. If he doesn’t want it Liam will gladly down the liquid whether he agrees with drinking or not, he feels like he could drink the lot right now.
When the train pulls up, Liam almost refuses to board it but he thinks about what else he could be doing that night and decides that a night of possible humiliation triumphs over a night in on his own watching some talent show that will make him want to tear his own hair out.
The train arrives at the station five minutes later than it should and Liam panics slightly when he thinks maybe Zayn had lost his patience and left. Instead, he panics even more when he spots Zayn leaning against a vending machine against the red brick wall of the train station. He is wearing a navy blazer, a white t-shirt and tan chinos which fit him in all the right areas that Liam wishes he could stop looking at.
Zayn practically beams when Liam jumps off the train and waves at him. Liam pretends like he had not seen him and waves back, returning Zayn’s delighted smile.
They awkwardly hover in front of each other before Zayn gestures towards the car sitting in the car park and they both hop in. Liam goes to turn the radio on and blushes when he realises that that would be an extremely stupid thing to do.
Zayn spots him jumping back into his seat and laughs quietly. He reaches over and turns the radio on and Liam hears the song that is currently at number one in the charts. He can’t help but bop his head in time to the beat and Zayn remains motionless, eyes focused on the road.
When they stop at traffic lights Zayn turns to Liam and signs him a question that Liam has never heard before.
‘What is music like?’
Liam feels a sudden rush of pity for Zayn but tries not to let himself show it. He knows Sam hates it when people take pity on her. Liam sits and thinks for a moment, the question is almost impossible to answer. How can you explain music?
‘It is hard to explain. It is beautiful and complex and makes you forget about things, or remember things - depending on the song really. No song is the same and it can fill you with every kind of emotion possible… it’s great, it really is’ he finally manages to answer and looks at Zayn again who is smiling at him.
‘You seem to really love it’ Zayn signs and Liam laughs and nods his head.
‘I am studying music at college actually’ Liam tells him and Zayn’s attention slips when the traffic light switches to green. He drives away and Liam watches him carefully. Different expressions cross his face as he contemplates Liam’s answer. He looks sad and Liam reaches out to squeeze his shoulder. Zayn seems to relax under his grip and smiles again, making Liam feel instantly better.
They finally pull up to a large house that makes Liam’s jaw drop. It is at least four stories high and has large windows dashed all across the immaculately white stone work. Zayn stops the car outside the huge red door and laughs at Liam’s facial expression.
‘This is your home?’
Zayn nods his head and jumps out of the car. Liam manages to tear his eyes away from the architecture just in time to watch as Zayn’s t-shirt rides up, revealing a mouth-watering lower back. Zayn turns around and pokes his head in the car, eyebrows raised expectantly. Liam shakes his head in an effort to cool down and hops out of the car himself.
“Calm down Liam you dirty bastard” he snaps at himself before turning to Zayn with a fake smile.
He remembers the bottle in the disgusting glittery bag the shop had wrapped it in and hands it out to Zayn. Zayn looks at it in confusion and takes it out of Liam’s hands.
‘Just something small’ Liam signs and shoves his hands deep in his jean pockets, suddenly insecure about the shitty present. Zayn pokes a look inside the bad and lights up when he spots the logo on the bottle.
‘The guys will love you for this’ he signs and hugs Liam in thanks, a gesture which leaves Liam short for breath and hopefully less pink than he thinks he is.
Zayn opens the front door with his key and if the outside of his house made Liam’s jaw drop, the inside was ten times more beautiful. It was impossibly clean compared to Liam’s family home which he thought was clean enough. The stairs lead upwards in a beautiful spiral and there are ornaments that look more expensive than Liam’s apartment lying in all the right places.
‘Your house is lovely’ Liam manages to sign after taking in the sight and Zayn just shrugs, clearly unfazed by the appearance of his home.
“Ah you must be Liam” a woman’s voice comes from behind them and Liam turns around to see who must be Zayn’s mother standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She smiles largely at Liam and walks over to shake his hand.
“Hello Mrs Malik” he mutters and hears Mrs Malik laugh.
“Please, call me Tricia” she says and turns to Zayn.
“Everyone else is upstairs” she says and Liam frowns at her for not using her hands to communicate with her son.
Zayn notices his reaction and smirks. ‘I am pretty good at lip reading certain people’ he explains and Liam nods his head in acknowledgement. Sam does that sometimes, most of those times being unfortunate for Liam as she picks up particularly filthy words that can escape his mouth.
He waves at his mother and gestures for Liam to follow him and they make their way up the stairs. The sound of people talking and laughing grows louder as they make their way upward and Liam’s mouth dries up with nerves as he realises he is about to meet Zayn’s friends.
Zayn leads him down a long corridor and Liam barely has time to look at the picture frames that decorate the walls before they stop at a door. On it is an old sign that has “Zayn’s room, keep out” in child’s handwriting. Liam smiles at the sign and Zayn blushes and quickly explains that he never bothered to take it down since he was a child.
He opens the door and Liam is met with loud laughter and jumps back when a large orange flies past his head. Zayn frowns at the culprit and a short blonde boy perched on Zayn’s bed looks extremely guilty as he apologises rapidly both verbally and with his hands until Zayn finally signals at him to shut up.
“Who are you?” another person pipes up, looking at Liam from his seat on the windowsill. Liam goes to open his mouth and Zayn stops him.
‘Everyone this is Liam’ he informs them and the blonde boy whistles from the bed and smiles suggestively at Zayn. Zayn walks over to him and slaps him on the head.
“Hi, I’m Niall” the blonde boy finally says to Liam, rubbing the back of his head with one hand and shakes Liam’s hand with the other.
‘This is Louis’ Zayn points at the boy on the windowsill who is eying Liam suspiciously.
“Are you Samantha Payne’s brother?” Louis asks him and Liam nods his head, trying to figure out how the boy could possibly know him.
“I teach her drama class at school” Louis explains and smiles now at Liam. He likes Sam so figures that he might come to like her brother too.
A large crash comes from the far corner of the room and a curly haired boy comes falling out of a door with a large bottle of wine in his hand. The door leads to what looks like a walk-in-wardrobe and Liam laughs when he realises that must be where Zayn stashes his alcohol.
Louis sighs and rolls his eyes. “And that disaster is Harry” he tells Liam but the smile on his face denies his tone of disdain.
Harry groans and sits up, looking towards Zayn apologetically. He spots Liam standing awkwardly beside Louis and sits up, a large grin spreading across his youthful face.
“Liam right?” he says but his voice is incredibly loud and makes Liam jump.
“Sorry, I’m only half deaf you see” Harry shouts, pointing at his ears.
“I preferred it when you were all the way deaf” Louis mutters so that only Liam can hear him and Liam holds in a laugh, not wanting to appear to be laughing at Harry.
Liam returns everyone’s welcomes and takes a seat on the small sofa against the wall opposite Zayn’s bed. After a while he becomes accustomed to speaking both verbally and physically like the rest of the boys and gratefully accepts a glass of Coke from Harry after explaining to them that he does not drink.
“More for me then” Niall grins and then turns to face Zayn with a more serious look on his face. “Are there no girls coming?”
‘I didn’t ask anyone else’ Zayn says and Niall’s face drops.
“Some fucking party this will be” he sighs and dodges the pillow Zayn swats at him.
Zayn reveals the present Liam got him and the room erupts in cheers as they all pile in towards him, glasses clinking together as the four of them fight for the first drink. Zayn slaps all their hands away and claims the first drink for himself, grinning wickedly at them as he takes a long gulp, cringing slightly at the strong taste of the vodka as it hits his tongue.
Niall takes a lot more than Zayn and Liam worries slightly, hoping the young Irish lad can take his drink. Louis pours Harry for him when he is in the middle of telling Liam an exaggerated account of the day he met Zayn. Apparently they were both sent to detention for being cheeky and had an extremely dangerous paper airplane fight to pass the time. Zayn interjects at some stage to let Liam know that Harry was lying about having to be sent to the nurse because he got a paper cut on his eyeball.
Liam cant help but laugh as the four lads tell dramatic stories and laugh together, easily allowing Liam into their company.
After a few hours they all grumble about the lack of alcohol left and Niall has curled up into a ball at the foot of Zayn’s bed. He looks almost like a kitten. Louis seems to think so too and rubs Niall’s hair absentmindedly as he converses with the rest of them. Liam watches in interest as Harry tries to claim Louis attention away from Niall and smiles to himself when he realises that Harry must be jealous.
“Harry you really must be drunk because impossible as it is, I believe you have become louder” Louis snaps when Harry finishes a wonderful/awful rendition of Tainted Love. Zayn laughs along with them but once again Liam’s heart pangs with pity for the boy who cannot hear a single thing. Zayn catches Liam’s eye and smiles at him.
Liam is really screwed because with that simple gesture, his whole stomach clenches and his heart nearly rips out of his chest.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, how is that you are only… half deaf?” Liam asks Harry but Louis interjects and answers for him. “When we were younger, Harry and I were walking home from.. where was it Haz?”
“The swimming pool”
“No it was the cinema”
“Was not”
“OK fine, the swimming pool and Harry didn’t look before he crossed the road -“
“Excuse me I did”
“Stop interrupting me. And some asshole hit Harry and basically he injured his whole left side. Unfortunately his hearing was affected and that’s how that happened” Louis finishes his story as if he was telling a fairy tale and Liam feels like he should say something apologetic but Harry nor Louis don’t seem bothered.
“I’m tired” Louis announces and jumps off the windowsill to reach under Zayn’s bed for a pair of sleeping bags.
“Come on curly” he says to Harry who is staggering slightly, poking Niall’s face in a vain attempt to wake him up. Louis drags Harry down into the sleeping bag that lies right next to his and Liam hears Harry giggle as Louis tries valiantly to get Harry comfortable.
When they finally stop fidgeting around Liam glances around the room and realises he will have to sleep on the couch as there is no room anywhere else. Zayn is already settling down on the left side of his bed and glances at Liam curiously when he takes Harry’s discarded jacket to use as a pillow.
‘What are you doing?’ Zayn leans up one elbow.
‘Going to sleep’ Liam answers and lies his head down on the pillow, wrapping his arms around himself as a blanket.
‘There is plenty of room here’ Zayn points to the right side of the bed with a genuinely confused look on his face as if Liam is personally offending him.
‘Well Niall might move up there’
Zayn shakes his head and tells Liam that Niall will be curled up at his feet for the night.
Liam hesitates slightly. He does not know Zayn that well and it would be awfully rude of him to just hop into his bed. He blushes slightly at the way that sounds and also at the fact that Zayn is semi-naked and wanting Liam to lie right next to him.
With that in mind, Liam jumps off the small sofa and clambers into the large double bed.
‘Are you going to sleep in your clothes’ Zayn asks and his innocent face makes Liam’s own darken at the dirty thoughts rushing around his brain. He nods quickly and pulls the covers up to his chin, trying to ignore how warm he feels and how good Zayn’s arms look when they are not covered with /unnecessary/ fabric.
They both lie on their back for a while, communicating every few moments with random conversations. Liam is glad that he has to focus on Zayn’s hands because Zayn is clearly too warm and has the covers pushed all the way down to his hips, his bare chest on display for the world to see. Well, only Liam and the others but still, Liam can’t handle it very well.
Zayn finally says goodnight to Liam and turns slightly with his back to him. Liam puffs out a long breath and his hair floats up slightly, he knows he is in for yet another sleepless night due to the boy sleeping soundly beside him.
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l part three l
Word Count: this chapter, 2781
Rating: NC17 as there will be future smut (uh-oh)
Based on this prompt
After a restless night Liam wakes up early and stays in bed for an hour two. He mulls over what he should wear that night, if he should buy Zayn a gift, whether he should even attend the party or not. After checking his phone a few dozen times, it finally buzzes to life with a text at one pm. Liam stares at its perch on the pillow beside him and chews on his bottom lip nervously. Maybe Zayn will tell him that the party is off, maybe it is not even Zayn but one of his friends from college telling him something stupid that he should find hilarious.
He lifts his phone and opens the message. It is from a number he does not recognise and immediately his heart starts thumping. The message starts with a cheery good morning followed by directions to a house and then an added “this is Zayn by the way : ) x”
Liam tuts at the butterflies that erupt in his stomach especially when he re-reads the end of the text. He texts back a simple “see you there” without a kiss and throws his phone away.
“Stop acting like a schoolgirl” Liam says out loud and it echoes around his lonely apartment only making him feel worse about himself.
He jumps out of bed and roots through his wardrobe. He moans about how he has nothing to wear even as the tower of clothes loom over him. He finally decides on a simple red shirt and black jeans, hoping that it is not a formal party or else Liam will be the same colour as his shirt for the entire night.
An hour before the train, Liam stops at the local shop and contemplates whether he should buy Zayn something and settle on a large bottle of vodka. If he doesn’t want it Liam will gladly down the liquid whether he agrees with drinking or not, he feels like he could drink the lot right now.
When the train pulls up, Liam almost refuses to board it but he thinks about what else he could be doing that night and decides that a night of possible humiliation triumphs over a night in on his own watching some talent show that will make him want to tear his own hair out.
The train arrives at the station five minutes later than it should and Liam panics slightly when he thinks maybe Zayn had lost his patience and left. Instead, he panics even more when he spots Zayn leaning against a vending machine against the red brick wall of the train station. He is wearing a navy blazer, a white t-shirt and tan chinos which fit him in all the right areas that Liam wishes he could stop looking at.
Zayn practically beams when Liam jumps off the train and waves at him. Liam pretends like he had not seen him and waves back, returning Zayn’s delighted smile.
They awkwardly hover in front of each other before Zayn gestures towards the car sitting in the car park and they both hop in. Liam goes to turn the radio on and blushes when he realises that that would be an extremely stupid thing to do.
Zayn spots him jumping back into his seat and laughs quietly. He reaches over and turns the radio on and Liam hears the song that is currently at number one in the charts. He can’t help but bop his head in time to the beat and Zayn remains motionless, eyes focused on the road.
When they stop at traffic lights Zayn turns to Liam and signs him a question that Liam has never heard before.
‘What is music like?’
Liam feels a sudden rush of pity for Zayn but tries not to let himself show it. He knows Sam hates it when people take pity on her. Liam sits and thinks for a moment, the question is almost impossible to answer. How can you explain music?
‘It is hard to explain. It is beautiful and complex and makes you forget about things, or remember things - depending on the song really. No song is the same and it can fill you with every kind of emotion possible… it’s great, it really is’ he finally manages to answer and looks at Zayn again who is smiling at him.
‘You seem to really love it’ Zayn signs and Liam laughs and nods his head.
‘I am studying music at college actually’ Liam tells him and Zayn’s attention slips when the traffic light switches to green. He drives away and Liam watches him carefully. Different expressions cross his face as he contemplates Liam’s answer. He looks sad and Liam reaches out to squeeze his shoulder. Zayn seems to relax under his grip and smiles again, making Liam feel instantly better.
They finally pull up to a large house that makes Liam’s jaw drop. It is at least four stories high and has large windows dashed all across the immaculately white stone work. Zayn stops the car outside the huge red door and laughs at Liam’s facial expression.
‘This is your home?’
Zayn nods his head and jumps out of the car. Liam manages to tear his eyes away from the architecture just in time to watch as Zayn’s t-shirt rides up, revealing a mouth-watering lower back. Zayn turns around and pokes his head in the car, eyebrows raised expectantly. Liam shakes his head in an effort to cool down and hops out of the car himself.
“Calm down Liam you dirty bastard” he snaps at himself before turning to Zayn with a fake smile.
He remembers the bottle in the disgusting glittery bag the shop had wrapped it in and hands it out to Zayn. Zayn looks at it in confusion and takes it out of Liam’s hands.
‘Just something small’ Liam signs and shoves his hands deep in his jean pockets, suddenly insecure about the shitty present. Zayn pokes a look inside the bad and lights up when he spots the logo on the bottle.
‘The guys will love you for this’ he signs and hugs Liam in thanks, a gesture which leaves Liam short for breath and hopefully less pink than he thinks he is.
Zayn opens the front door with his key and if the outside of his house made Liam’s jaw drop, the inside was ten times more beautiful. It was impossibly clean compared to Liam’s family home which he thought was clean enough. The stairs lead upwards in a beautiful spiral and there are ornaments that look more expensive than Liam’s apartment lying in all the right places.
‘Your house is lovely’ Liam manages to sign after taking in the sight and Zayn just shrugs, clearly unfazed by the appearance of his home.
“Ah you must be Liam” a woman’s voice comes from behind them and Liam turns around to see who must be Zayn’s mother standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She smiles largely at Liam and walks over to shake his hand.
“Hello Mrs Malik” he mutters and hears Mrs Malik laugh.
“Please, call me Tricia” she says and turns to Zayn.
“Everyone else is upstairs” she says and Liam frowns at her for not using her hands to communicate with her son.
Zayn notices his reaction and smirks. ‘I am pretty good at lip reading certain people’ he explains and Liam nods his head in acknowledgement. Sam does that sometimes, most of those times being unfortunate for Liam as she picks up particularly filthy words that can escape his mouth.
He waves at his mother and gestures for Liam to follow him and they make their way up the stairs. The sound of people talking and laughing grows louder as they make their way upward and Liam’s mouth dries up with nerves as he realises he is about to meet Zayn’s friends.
Zayn leads him down a long corridor and Liam barely has time to look at the picture frames that decorate the walls before they stop at a door. On it is an old sign that has “Zayn’s room, keep out” in child’s handwriting. Liam smiles at the sign and Zayn blushes and quickly explains that he never bothered to take it down since he was a child.
He opens the door and Liam is met with loud laughter and jumps back when a large orange flies past his head. Zayn frowns at the culprit and a short blonde boy perched on Zayn’s bed looks extremely guilty as he apologises rapidly both verbally and with his hands until Zayn finally signals at him to shut up.
“Who are you?” another person pipes up, looking at Liam from his seat on the windowsill. Liam goes to open his mouth and Zayn stops him.
‘Everyone this is Liam’ he informs them and the blonde boy whistles from the bed and smiles suggestively at Zayn. Zayn walks over to him and slaps him on the head.
“Hi, I’m Niall” the blonde boy finally says to Liam, rubbing the back of his head with one hand and shakes Liam’s hand with the other.
‘This is Louis’ Zayn points at the boy on the windowsill who is eying Liam suspiciously.
“Are you Samantha Payne’s brother?” Louis asks him and Liam nods his head, trying to figure out how the boy could possibly know him.
“I teach her drama class at school” Louis explains and smiles now at Liam. He likes Sam so figures that he might come to like her brother too.
A large crash comes from the far corner of the room and a curly haired boy comes falling out of a door with a large bottle of wine in his hand. The door leads to what looks like a walk-in-wardrobe and Liam laughs when he realises that must be where Zayn stashes his alcohol.
Louis sighs and rolls his eyes. “And that disaster is Harry” he tells Liam but the smile on his face denies his tone of disdain.
Harry groans and sits up, looking towards Zayn apologetically. He spots Liam standing awkwardly beside Louis and sits up, a large grin spreading across his youthful face.
“Liam right?” he says but his voice is incredibly loud and makes Liam jump.
“Sorry, I’m only half deaf you see” Harry shouts, pointing at his ears.
“I preferred it when you were all the way deaf” Louis mutters so that only Liam can hear him and Liam holds in a laugh, not wanting to appear to be laughing at Harry.
Liam returns everyone’s welcomes and takes a seat on the small sofa against the wall opposite Zayn’s bed. After a while he becomes accustomed to speaking both verbally and physically like the rest of the boys and gratefully accepts a glass of Coke from Harry after explaining to them that he does not drink.
“More for me then” Niall grins and then turns to face Zayn with a more serious look on his face. “Are there no girls coming?”
‘I didn’t ask anyone else’ Zayn says and Niall’s face drops.
“Some fucking party this will be” he sighs and dodges the pillow Zayn swats at him.
Zayn reveals the present Liam got him and the room erupts in cheers as they all pile in towards him, glasses clinking together as the four of them fight for the first drink. Zayn slaps all their hands away and claims the first drink for himself, grinning wickedly at them as he takes a long gulp, cringing slightly at the strong taste of the vodka as it hits his tongue.
Niall takes a lot more than Zayn and Liam worries slightly, hoping the young Irish lad can take his drink. Louis pours Harry for him when he is in the middle of telling Liam an exaggerated account of the day he met Zayn. Apparently they were both sent to detention for being cheeky and had an extremely dangerous paper airplane fight to pass the time. Zayn interjects at some stage to let Liam know that Harry was lying about having to be sent to the nurse because he got a paper cut on his eyeball.
Liam cant help but laugh as the four lads tell dramatic stories and laugh together, easily allowing Liam into their company.
After a few hours they all grumble about the lack of alcohol left and Niall has curled up into a ball at the foot of Zayn’s bed. He looks almost like a kitten. Louis seems to think so too and rubs Niall’s hair absentmindedly as he converses with the rest of them. Liam watches in interest as Harry tries to claim Louis attention away from Niall and smiles to himself when he realises that Harry must be jealous.
“Harry you really must be drunk because impossible as it is, I believe you have become louder” Louis snaps when Harry finishes a wonderful/awful rendition of Tainted Love. Zayn laughs along with them but once again Liam’s heart pangs with pity for the boy who cannot hear a single thing. Zayn catches Liam’s eye and smiles at him.
Liam is really screwed because with that simple gesture, his whole stomach clenches and his heart nearly rips out of his chest.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, how is that you are only… half deaf?” Liam asks Harry but Louis interjects and answers for him. “When we were younger, Harry and I were walking home from.. where was it Haz?”
“The swimming pool”
“No it was the cinema”
“Was not”
“OK fine, the swimming pool and Harry didn’t look before he crossed the road -“
“Excuse me I did”
“Stop interrupting me. And some asshole hit Harry and basically he injured his whole left side. Unfortunately his hearing was affected and that’s how that happened” Louis finishes his story as if he was telling a fairy tale and Liam feels like he should say something apologetic but Harry nor Louis don’t seem bothered.
“I’m tired” Louis announces and jumps off the windowsill to reach under Zayn’s bed for a pair of sleeping bags.
“Come on curly” he says to Harry who is staggering slightly, poking Niall’s face in a vain attempt to wake him up. Louis drags Harry down into the sleeping bag that lies right next to his and Liam hears Harry giggle as Louis tries valiantly to get Harry comfortable.
When they finally stop fidgeting around Liam glances around the room and realises he will have to sleep on the couch as there is no room anywhere else. Zayn is already settling down on the left side of his bed and glances at Liam curiously when he takes Harry’s discarded jacket to use as a pillow.
‘What are you doing?’ Zayn leans up one elbow.
‘Going to sleep’ Liam answers and lies his head down on the pillow, wrapping his arms around himself as a blanket.
‘There is plenty of room here’ Zayn points to the right side of the bed with a genuinely confused look on his face as if Liam is personally offending him.
‘Well Niall might move up there’
Zayn shakes his head and tells Liam that Niall will be curled up at his feet for the night.
Liam hesitates slightly. He does not know Zayn that well and it would be awfully rude of him to just hop into his bed. He blushes slightly at the way that sounds and also at the fact that Zayn is semi-naked and wanting Liam to lie right next to him.
With that in mind, Liam jumps off the small sofa and clambers into the large double bed.
‘Are you going to sleep in your clothes’ Zayn asks and his innocent face makes Liam’s own darken at the dirty thoughts rushing around his brain. He nods quickly and pulls the covers up to his chin, trying to ignore how warm he feels and how good Zayn’s arms look when they are not covered with /unnecessary/ fabric.
They both lie on their back for a while, communicating every few moments with random conversations. Liam is glad that he has to focus on Zayn’s hands because Zayn is clearly too warm and has the covers pushed all the way down to his hips, his bare chest on display for the world to see. Well, only Liam and the others but still, Liam can’t handle it very well.
Zayn finally says goodnight to Liam and turns slightly with his back to him. Liam puffs out a long breath and his hair floats up slightly, he knows he is in for yet another sleepless night due to the boy sleeping soundly beside him.
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l part three l