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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne
  Character:
      Liam_Payne, Zayn_Malik
  Additional Tags:
      I_think_Louis_and_Harry_are_mentioned, Awkward_Liam, Yard_Guy_Zayn,
      Younger_Liam, Older_Zayn, Anal_Sex, Bottom_Liam, Top_Zayn, slight_rim
      job, Riding, but_like_reverse, so_reverse_cowgirl
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-27 Words: 4620
****** Baby, Look What You've Done To Me ******
by HeroesNeeded
Summary
     “'Is there a reason you're always staring at me from your window?'
     Liam learns that Zayn’s very blunt.
     Liam stutters and tries to come up with an answer that doesn't seem
     creepy. He doesn’t want to tell him the truth so he starts to tell a
     lie.
     'Do you just like admiring me?' Zayn asks, licking his lips and
     Liam’s eyes glance down at the movement before looking back into
     Zayn’s eyes."
      
     Or, Liam's always admired his yard guy. He's never talked to him just
     stared at him from the window. He thinks he's being sneaky until one
     day the guy needs to come in to get a glass of water. And something
     else...
Notes
     Dedicated to my friend's bf because he thought of the idea. God bless
     him.
     Title from One Direction's "Stockholm Syndrome"
See the end of the work for more notes
 
Liam steps out of the shower. Steam wafts after him and he can feel it curling
to his skin. Giving him light kisses before floating away, collecting on his
mirror like the night sky.
 
He towels off his hair, dragging the towel roughly through his curly locks. He
needs to remind his mum to set up a hair appointment for him. He remembers at
the beginning of summer he and Louis had made a bet about which one could grow
out their hair the longest. Liam thinks he's winning so far, (he hasn't seen
Louis since he went off to America) but his hair has gotten too long. His dad
keeps joking that he thought he only had two daughters, not three. Liam rolls
his eyes, his dad is an ultimate dad. He's the definition of a dad joke.
 
Liam startles when he hears the start up of a lawnmower. He glides over to his
window, stumbling a bit on his dirty clothes covered floor. He peeks out of his
window and he sees him.
 
His golden skin glistening in the too hot sun. Black hair tied up in a small
pony tail, hair held back by a head band. God, he looks gorgeous.
 
Liam doesn't know his name but he's been outside Liam's house once every week,
mowing the lawn and cutting the bushes. Liam's dad hired a yard crew to do
their lawn because he's been working a lot recently and he just doesn't have
the time to do it anymore. Liam was a little upset that his dad would rarely be
home, but as soon as he saw him, all his fucks flew out the window.
 
Liam's favorite part of his summer has been, admittedly a little creepy, just
watching the guy work. He's older than Liam, maybe by four years at the most.
His back muscles moved flawlessly under the heated sun, pushing the lawnmower
up and down. His skin glistened perfectly and Liam would then start to wonder
how he tasted. Or if he was strong enough to pick up Liam and fuck him into the
wall. This is usually where Liam would have to go run off and get a hand down
his pants. Because the yard guy made him so hot and hard for him.
 
He’d always fantasize a poorly scripted porno for him and the yard guy. Maybe
he’d knock on the door needing help, but it’d be a poor excuse just to get
inside and fuck Liam’s brains out. Or, Liam’s trying to redecorate his room and
he can’t move his dresser so he goes to collect the yard guy to help him, but
really they just end up dicking into each other on the kitchen table. Liam’s
imaginations were endless and he wanted each and every one of them badly. He
ached for the yard guy.
 
Liam's just staring at him from the window like always, lower half still
wrapped in a towel when.. When he looks up at Liam. Liam takes a step back. And
does the only thing he can think of. He flings his body onto his floor and
lands in a crumpled mess.
 
"Fuck," he whimpers. He's pretty sure, before he threw himself down, he saw the
guy smirk up at him, with a lick of his lips.
 
Liam thinks to himself, there was no way, he wouldn't be staring at Liam like
that. Maybe as a joke, but not like he actually wanted him.
 
In his embarrassment, Liam thinks the only way he can escape his situation is
by crawling away from the window. He does his best inchworm impression and
scoots the fuck away. He really doesn't need this right now.
 
He deems it worthy to stand up when he's near his dresser that conveniently
isn't in front of his window. There's no way anyone could be actually seeing
him dress unless they tried really hard. And he doubts anyone would try seeing
Liam naked. He’s just a 16 year old boy discovering the wonderful effects of
boxing and working out. Changing his flabby stomach into something more toned.
He’s not a full muscle man, yet, but his muscles are starting to show. He can’t
wait to show everyone at his school what the summer has done for him. 
 
Liam tugs on a pair of sweatpants, forgoing boxers because he needs to do his
laundry. He doesn’t put a shirt on because he’s really overheating. He pads
over to his window, pulling it open and his arms strain with how hard it is.
 
He looks out through the window and yelps because he completely forgot about
what’s outside his window. The lawn guy is just shamelessly staring up at Liam.
His wide eyes, tongue flicking out to wet his lips, shirt pulled off because of
the heat. His torso is littered with tattoos and Liam’s never seen anyone that
heavily tattooed unless they were a punk or scene kid. And this guy doesn’t
look like a scene person, maybe punk, but definitely not scene. The guy’s
reaching for his water bottle, tilting it back and drinking the last of the
water.
 
The guy’s eyebrows furrow, biting a lip. Liam almost moans because he looks so
hot and sexy. Liam leans against the window frame and he can hear the chuckle.
The yard worker wipes sweat off his forehead before turning around to turn off
the lawnmower.
 
Liam’s confused because he isn’t supposed to be done yet. There’s another half
of the yard that needs to be mowed and the bushes still need be trimmed.
 
His heart starts to beat in panic when he realizes that the guy is walking
towards his front door.
 
Maybe, that’s where he left his stuff? He’s going to collect it, Liam thinks,
pulse throbbing faster and palms sweating.
 
His whole body freezes when he hears a knock on the door.
 
Liam clears his throat and creeps down the stairs. He walks on his toes, making
as little noise as possible because he thinks that fits best in this situation.
Dear God, why is he at the front door.
 
But maybe it isn’t him? Maybe it’s the pizza man?
 
Liam didn’t order pizza, he thinks bitterly.
 
He reaches the front hall and ponders over whether he should open the door or
not. Maybe, the guy doesn’t realize Liam’s home?
 
He’s about to walk back upstairs when he hears another knock on the door. Liam
bites his lip, clenching his eyes together. Fuck, he really doesn’t want to
open that door.
 
He yanks open the door a little more forcefully than he meant to. The guy
startles and he chuckles when he sees a nervous Liam standing there.
 
“Hey,” and Liam almost melts into a puddle because the guy’s voice sounds like
velvet and sandpaper mixed together. There’s something so husky about that Liam
has to take a deep breath. “Do you mind if I get some water and use your
bathroom?” He smiles a brilliant smile and Liam’s heart stutters.
 
“Y-yeah,” Liam clears his throat and tries for a stronger answer. “Yeah, of
course” His voice sounds too deep and he winces at how unlike it is of him.
 
“Thanks, man.” The guy smirks and waits.
 
“Oh, right. You have no idea where anything is.” Liam chuckles awkwardly,
leading the guy towards the kitchen.
 
The guys laughs and says a soft ‘no’, following behind Liam.
 
Liam leads them to a country styled kitchen, where rooster themed everything
decorates all four walls. He reaches up to open the cupboards, getting a glass,
he fills it with ice and water. He hands it over to the guy.
 
“Thanks, uh…” The guy trails off and looks expectantly at Liam. Liam doesn't
understand why he’s staring at him like that until he replays what he said in
his head a couple of times.
 
“Uh. M’names Liam.” He stutters.
 
“Liam,” the guy tastes his name, rolls it around on his tongue. “I like it.” He
smirks, eyeing Liam, looking him up and down.
 
“Do you.. uh. Do you have a name?” Liam asks. He wants to hit himself in the
face. Of course the guy has a name. God, he’s an idiot. He might go lay down in
front of the lawnmower and ask the guy to run his head under it. Jesus.
 
The guy bites his lip, “Zayn.”
 
Zayn. Zayn.. Zaaayyyyn. It’s very pretty. In a way, it fits him because it’s so
different from all the other names Liam has heard and it really does fit this
guy.
 
“So, Liam.” Zayn blinks slowly and Liam looks up at him. “Is there a reason
you're always staring at me from your window?” Liam learns that Zayn’s very
blunt.
 
Liam stutters and tries to come up with an answer that doesn't seem creepy. He
doesn’t want to tell him the truth so he starts to tell a lie.
 
“Do you just like admiring me?” Zayn asks, licking his lips and Liam’s eyes
glance down at the movement before looking back into Zayn’s eyes. Zayn had
noticed that he was staring at his lips. Liam’s face turns a bright red.
 
“You’re very pretty when you’re embarrassed.” Zayn chuckles,brushing his thumb
against Liam’s cheek.
 
“I-I, er.” Liam whispers, but stops when Zayn brushes his thumb against Liam’s
bottom lip.
 
“You have very plump lips. I wonder what they’ll feel like between my teeth.”
Zayn huffs and Liam can feel his warm breath across his face.
 
Liam swallows and Zayn’s eyes track the movement.
 
“This is what you’ve wanted, isn’t it, little Liam?” Bringing his other hand up
and tangling it to the back of Liam’s neck. Carding his fingers through the
curly, still slightly damp hair.
 
“Uh-huh,” Liam mutters and he really can’t believe this is happening. In all of
his fantasies he never thought it would happen like this.
 
“I’m going to kiss you now, is that ok?” Zayn whispers, lips close to Liam’s.
 
Liam nods his head hurriedly and he can feel Zayn chuckling before he presses
their lips together.
 
The only way Liam can really describe it is like a slow forest fire. He can
feel their lips burning against each other. It’s causing everything to slowly
heat up and catch fire. They move their lips together and Liam thinks that
maybe it’s too passionate. Zayn has his hands pressed against the sides of
Liam’s cheeks and his thumbs are pressing into his dimples. It feels like
Zayn’s sucking out all the oxygen from his body, leaving him dry. Like Zayn’s
trying to quench his own thirst.
 
Liam pulls back to gasp for air. They breath heavily against each other before
Zayn brings their lips back together. Except this time his are opened. He bites
down on Liam’s bottom lip and makes a humming noise. He sounds very pleased as
if he got the answer to something he was questioning. Zayn sucks on his bottom
lip, while rubbing at his cheeks.  He licks at Liam’s lips and Liam barely
opens them.
 
He feels Zayn’s tongue, and Liam’s never done this. He’s kissed someone. But
he’s never had such an intimate kiss like this before. Liam thought this was a
heat of the moment kind of thing, but it feels much bigger than that.
 
Liam tries to reciprocate as much as he can, but he’s nervous; he doesn’t want
to mess this up. “Shhh. It’s ok,” Zayn whispers against his lips. Zayn moves
his hands from Liam’s cheeks down to his hips. He holds him steady before he
moves his mouth closer, connecting their lips again.
 
Liam feels a shiver run down his back while Zayn’s tongue licks into his mouth.
The kiss starts to grow more passionately, and Liam can feel heat burning
throughout his body. He gasps. One of Zayn’s hands rubs up his back and back
down, grabbing his arse.
 
Liam didn’t even notice he had an erection until Zayn is flush against him. It
was such a slow burn that his mind had been hazy with lust and just feeling
everything.  
 
Both of Zayn’s hands are grabbing handfuls of his arse, pushing and pulling
them. “You have an nonexistent arse, but I can’t wait to ruin it.” Zayn laughs,
moving his lips lower to suck at Liam’s neck.
 
“Jesus,” Liam moans. This is such an intense feeling, he’s never felt such need
before. It’s building and he’s not sure he’s gonna be able to stop himself when
he explodes. Liam hikes a leg around Zayn’s waist and jerkingly thrusts his
hips against Zayn’s. Except Zayn’s a little taller than him, his hips meeting
Zayn’s upper thighs.  
 
“Is this ok?” Zayn asks. Liam looks down and his hand is hovering over his
dick, clothed by the sweatpants. Liam absently thinks that he’s still not
wearing a shirt. Or boxers.
 
“Yeah,” he huffs out, motioning for Zayn to please continue. He might die if
Zayn stops. And they’ve only been kissing, but Liam has waited for this moment
for so long.
 
He’s brought back into the moment when he feels a hand wrap around his cock. He
moans out and thrusts his hips up to get more.
 
“You act like you’ve never been touched there before,” Zayn grins up at Liam,
removing his mouth from Liam’s sore neck. Liam’s cheeks flush with
embarrassment as another moan escapes his mouth. His dick feels hot and heavy
between his legs and if Zayn doesn’t give him more Liam’s going to.. Going to
do something. He doesn’t know what, but. He will...
 
“I want to put my mouth on you. Is that ok?” Zayn mumbles, looking back. His
hazel eyes black, pupils blown and he looks so gorgeous. Liam bites his lip and
nods his head yes.
 
Zayn tucks his long fingers in between Liam’s joggers and his skin. His fingers
tease at the skin before he slowly slips off the pants, bringing them down
around Liam’s ankles. He helps him step out of them, hand briefly brushing
against his cock. His hips jerk up and he can’t help the whimper that floats
from his mouth.
 
“You’re gorgeous, babe.” Zayn smiles up at him. He’s on his knees rubbing at
Liam’s thighs. Liam feels so embarrassed and nervous because he’s completely
naked while Zayn’s dressed in his black ripped jeans, and sweaty tank top. His
skin isn’t flushed from the heat but more from the arousal.
 
He sticks his tongue out and licks a long stripe across the bottom of Liam’s
dick. Liam reaches for the counter behind him to keep himself steady. Zayn
wraps a hand around his dick, pumping it up and down before wrapping his lips
around the head. Liam throws his head back with a groan, and his neck cracks
with the fast movement. He can feel Zayn laughing around his dick.
 
“Stop laughing at me,” Liam pants out, a surge of confidence growing in
himself.
 
“I can’t help it,” Zayn grins, detaching his mouth from Liam’s prick. “You’re
just adorable.”
 
Liam lowers his chin onto his chest and narrows his eyes at Zayn. He wraps a
hand around the back of Zayn’s neck and tries to move his mouth back down onto
his dick.
 
“Oh, bossy now, yeah?” Zayn bites his lip, before sucking down Liam’s cock
again. He slowly lowers his mouth on Liam, and Liam digs his nails into the
counter to stop himself from thrusting up because he’s pretty sure Zayn
wouldn’t appreciate that.
 
Zayn grabs Liam’s thigh and lifts his leg so it rests over his shoulder. Liam
feels spread open and so vulnerable, but Zayn just licks down to his balls,
mouthing over them. He sucks them into his mouth and licks at the tender flesh.
He kisses up Liam’s prick and swipes his tongue at the slit, collecting the
pre-come. He licks his lips with a moan.
 
"You taste good, babe." Zayn breaths, resting his head briefly on Liam's
thigh. 
 
Zayn’s hand wraps around Liam’s thigh, holding him. He licks lower before Liam
jolts because he feels hot air there. He feels Zayn’s mouth at his hole. He’s
never felt anything like this. Zayn licks soothingly, barely pressing in with
his tongue. He licks over his hole, other hand slowly pumping his dick, slick
with spit. “Fu-fuck.” Liam groans.
 
Liam’s head is thrown back, Zayn is gently scratching over his sensitive, inner
thigh. He’s still sucking sloppily at Liam’s hole and he can feel spit
dribbling down the back of his thighs.
 
“Do you have any lube?” Zayn asks, kissing at Liam’s thigh.
 
“Y-yeah. M’room.” Liam manages to gasp out.
 
“Wanna go up there?” He asks with a raise of the brow. Liam nods his head
because words evade him right now. He can barely make his brain work out words
for him. How the hell is he going to be able to walk a flight of stairs, with
Zayn behind him. Liam’s gonna have to waddle because he’s so hard. Harder than
he’s been in his whole life.
 
“Here,” Zayn sighs with something that sounds like adoration, as Liam stumbles
to take a few steps. He wraps his hands around Liam’s thighs and hikes him up.
Liam rests against his stomach and he snakes his arms around Zayn’s neck.
 
“You’ve made me so hard,” Zayn grunts, moving towards the stairs. He weakly
thrusts up against Liam as best as he can, standing and Liam does what he
thinks would turn on Zayn more. He attaches his lips to Zayn’s neck and sucks.
He kisses, trying his best to make bruises that litter his neck.
 
“Jesus, fuck, Liam.” One of Zayn’s hands wrap around the back of Liam’s neck,
tugging at the hair. Liam detaches himself from Zayn’s neck and stares into
Zayn’s eyes. “Which room?” He asks, breathlessly.
 
“Down the hall,” Liam mumbles before moving his lips over Zayn’s.
 
He can feel Zayn moan into his mouth and then suddenly, he’s thrusted against
the wall. Zayn’s holding Liam against the wall, jerking his hips up into
Liam’s. He’s panting, lips still attacking each other.
 
“You’re so fucking sexy and you don’t even realize it,” Zayn whispers, watching
Liam flush a bright red.
 
“I need to get my fingers in you,” he continues and Liam feels a shiver run
down his body. Right. They’re going to fuck. Liam almost forgot with the way
Zayn was thrusting his hips into Liam’s.
 
Zayn opens the door, dropping Liam on the bed before scratching his clothing
off. He throws it in random directions, not caring where it’s going. He moves
over to the open-window, giving Liam a knowing look before shutting it.
 
Liam lays spread out on his back, legs apart, balanced on his elbows. Zayn
slinks up the bedsheet.
 
“Lube,” Zayn breathes, staring at Liam’s hole. Liam bites his lip, reaching
over to his bedside table, opening it quickly, pulling out a bottle of lube and
a packet of condoms. He hands them over to Zayn, watching Zayn take the bottle
from him and open it.
 
Zayn slicks his fingers up, warming it between his digits. “This may feel
weird,” Zayn stares up at Liam, seeing if he has his trust. Liam completely
trusts Zayn, it might be dumb, but there’s something about Zayn that Liam
absolutely trusts.
 
Zayn rubs his fingers on Liam’s hole, slightly loose from Zayn’s mouth earlier.
Zayn encourages Liam to wrap a hand around himself, slowly jerk himself off
while Zayn fingers him open.
 
Zayn’s down to two fingers, about to add a third before it starts to feel kind
of uncomfortable. “Just relax,” Zayn instructs, watching Liam’s face scrunch
up. Liam loosens all of his muscles as best as he can. He lays there and he can
feel Zayn’s fingers. They’re prodding and rubbing against his walls.
 
“Here, switch with me.” Zayn helps Liam move up so he’s laying back to chest
with him. Zayn’s laying on his back, propped up against the pillows and Liam’s
laying between his legs. Zayn sneaks his fingers back between Liam’s cheeks. He
runs them over the rim before pushing, adding a third.
 
“Oh, god.” Liam gasps.
 
“Feel good?” Zayn asks, stretching his fingers out.
 
“Y-yeah.”
 
“Wait till you feel this,” Zayn whispers back. Liam can feel his fingers as if
they’re searching for something and apparently he must find it because he rubs
his digits over something and Liam. Liam jolts. He bucks up and groans out.
 
“Wh-what was that?” Liam pants.
 
“That’s your prostate. Like it?” He asks, stroking over the bundle of nerves
and Liam whines low in his throat.
 
“I think your ready,” Zayn rubs at this inner thighs, helping Liam sit up.
Liam’s chest moves heavily as he searches for breath because he’s so hot and he
wants Zayn in him, now. They move into a position where Liam’s straddling
Zayn’s thighs but he’s facing his feet. Liam props his feet against the
mattress and lifts his hips up so Zayn can get his dick and nudge it against
Liam’s hole.
 
“No sit up. You look like you’re trying to crabwalk.” Zayn laughs, breaking the
heavy silence.
 
Liam looks back at Zayn in confusion and he just wants him in him, he doesn’t
care how they do it. He wants Zayn’s dick.
 
“Here,” Zayn swats at Liam’s thigh. He helps him sit up so he’s sitting on
Zayn’s dick, but he’s still not in him yet. He’s perched on top of him, sweaty
hands, wrapped on the top of Zayn’s thighs.
 
Liam can feel Zayn’s dick throbbing underneath him and he moves his hips
slightly, testing the waters. He hears Zayn gasp behind him. He swirls his hips
in a figure eight motion. Zayn wraps his hands against Liam’s hips. He thrusts
his hips up, while shoving Liam back on his dick. And. And they’re grinding
against each other.
 
Liam does a body roll and Zayn growls. “Ok, enough. God you’re fucking sexy. I
need to be in you now.”
 
Liam lifts up a bit on his thighs and reaches back for Zayn’s dick. He holds it
up and feels the head brush against his hole. Zayn’s hands squeeze in comfort,
silently saying take your time, you're fine. I'll be good. Gentle. I'm here,
for you. 
 
Liam sinks down, his jaw pops open and he slides down Zayn’s dick in a silent
moan. He feels so full. Zayn lets out a loud groan and Liam glances back and he
sees Zayn’s back arched, head thrown back.
 
Liam waits a few seconds before he deems it comfortable to move. He lifts up
slightly before sinking back down. Zayn hikes his legs up, bracing them against
the bed and gives a quick punch of his hips up into Liam, “Sorry.” he slurs.
“Couldn’t help myself, really.”
 
Liam uses his knees to brace himself before moving back up and jumping back
down. “God, you’re so tight.” Liam startles when he feels Zayn brush a finger
against his hole.
 
Liam just rocks on Zayn’s dick, moving his hips with body rolls. He gives
breathless grunts. His dick feels heavy, sitting in between Zayn’s thighs. He
rocks up and he moans because in a way he’s fucking into Zayn’s thighs.
 
“Jesus, Liam you’re so hot.”  He jerks his hips up again and Liam let’s out a
moan.
 
“Fuck me,” Liam snarls.
 
“Yeah. Wow. Ok” Zayn chuckles, but it sounds out of breath. He rubs his hands
against Liam’s side before settling back down on his hips. He grabs a hold,
bruises are definitely going to be there by tomorrow. Liam doesn’t care. He
wants as much of a reminder as he can get from this.
 
Liam leans on Zayn’s knees as he feels him dicking up hard into him. His cock
is brushing against his prostate and pleasure rolls through him like waves.  He
wraps a hand around himself, but doesn’t wank. He wants to stay off an orgasm
as long as he can.
 
Zayn removes one of his hands from Liam’s hips and wraps it around his
shoulder. He shoves Liam onto his dick as he bounces him up. Liam throws back
his head with a loud scream.
 
“Yeah, babe. Lemme hear ya. Let everyone know what I’m doing to you.”
 
Liam cries out and he’s not going to last much longer.
 
“Harder, Zayn. Please.” Liam jerks with each of Zayn’s thrusts and he feels
himself bounce up into the air. He thinks Zayn’s maybe trying to buck him off.
He feels like he’s at the fucking rodeo. He’s riding Zayn as hard as he can.
 
“Liam, I’m going to cum.” Zayn gasps, humping up into Liam harder.
 
Liam’s right at the edge and just with a push of Zayn’s dick into his sensitive
bundle of nerves, Liam cums with a silent scream, scrapping at Zayn’s knees. He
bends over, shooting his load over Zayn’s thighs and on his stomach, collecting
at the base of Zayn’s dick.
 
Liam can feel his arse squeezing at Zayn and he can feel it when Zayn starts to
cum. He gives a couple more of thrusts before he throws his head back, arching
his back. Grabbing onto Liam’s hips, holding him in place. He gives shallow
thrusts, milking out his orgasm.
 
He comes down with small pants. “Good, God. I think you’ve killed me, Liam.”
Zayn sighs.
 
Liam sits up, pulling Zayn out of him, flinching at the loss of contact. He
lays down next to Zayn, still breathing heavily.  
 
They lay in silence for a few moments. Liam wonders if he should say something.
Should he thank Zayn for the good time and send him back outside to do the
lawn? What is their relationship now. Are they friends. Or fuck-buddies. They
definitely are not dating.
 
“Hey, Liam.” He feels Zayn tap his forehead. Zayn moves closer, wrapping his
arms around Liam. Liam hesitates before he snuggles into Zayn’s chest.
 
“Mmm?”
 
“Stop thinking. We’ll talk later. I just want a good cuddle.”
 
“That simple?” Liam can’t help but ask.
 
“That simple.” Zayn promises, a quick kiss to the side of his head.  

~~~

“There’s been something about you,” Zayn says after a while, playing with
Liam’s fingers. They’re laying bed after another round of fucking. Zayn had
Liam lay on his back and they faced each other and it seemed something more
than just sex. Which was weird, because they barely knew each other.
 
“Is it good?” Liam asks hesitantly.
 
“Oh, definitely. I don't think there could be a bad thing about you at all.”
Zayn sits up so he’s leaning on his elbow, looming over Liam.
 
“Thanks,” Liam flushes.
 
“There’s not much I know about you, but I do know that you’re not very good at
taking compliments, are you?” Zayn giggles.
 
Liam shakes his head with a small laugh. “I don’t know you at all, except your
name’s Zayn. Like how old are you? You could be forty.”
 
Zayn gasps out a laugh, “do I look forty to you?” Liam chuckles shaking his
head.
 
“I’m 19, and you’re… oh God. You’re not, like, fourteen are you?”
 
“No! I’m 16. I’m turning 17 in August.”
 
“Really? Well, I say before you turn 17, we should go on a date.” Zayn pokes
Liam in the chest. Liam’s never felt so giggly and light before. Zayn makes him
really happy.
 
“Ok, we can go on a date.” Liam smiles. “I guess. I have nothing better to do
anyways.”
 
Zayn sits up with an opened mouth, “when did you become a little shit?”
 
“I guess it’s been hidden. You bring out the worst in me, it seems.” Liam
mumbles, tracing a finger on Zayn’s jaw.

“Or maybe the best,” Zayn grins, leaning down to connect his mouth to Liam’s.
End Notes
     Fun fact, I'm working on something else right now. It's getting
     there. I'm like almost three thousand words in and I want to make it
     atleast 10,000 so... It'll hopefully be out soonish. Idk depends on
     school.
     But yeah just leave comments and kudos and all that jazz. Thanksss
     btw I used the song 'Pony' to get me pumped up for this fic.
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