DISCLAIMER: I’VE NEVER DONATED BLOOD. IDK WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DONATE BLOOD. THIS IS 100% FICTIONAL AND PARTS AREN’T GOING TO MAKE A BIT OF SENSE. I LITERALLY DID THIS JUST FOR AU PURPOSES. AND I ALSO HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS CAME FROM. I’M DUMB. PLEASE DON’T MAKE FUN OF ME. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE FIC. IDK GRAMMAR. IDK COMMAS. THIS IS FOR HÉLA ‘CAUSE I LOVE HER. THE END.
au where harry volunteers with the local blood drive and urges liam to make a blood donation. liam is all “umm, sure! will do, mate” with a big smile until he turns away and starts to panic because blood DEFINITELY isn’t his friend, whenever he sees it he gets woozy and comes close to passing out.
this is something he doesn’t usually share because he’s quite embarrassed about it - the only person that knows is louis because they’ve been friends since childhood and it’s impossible to live a life with louis tomlinson and not encounter a few bumps and scrapes along the way. he’ll never forget the time a few years ago when louis fell whilst trying some ridiculous skateboard trick and banged up his knee. liam instantly felt nauseous at the sight of blood trickling down louis’ leg and ran away, hiding his face and wincing. louis referred to liam as “bella” for a whole month after the incident.
he figures he could just tell harry about his fear - harry is very understanding and he’s always been super nice to liam. but a part of him thinks he should at least try, especially since he’d be helping out the community or whatever. the good guy inside liam tells him he has to do this.
so he meets up with harry at the donation center and is given paperwork to fill out. he can hardly hold the pen still due to his nerves but he’s determined to get through this. he finishes up and spends the rest of his wait trying to calm himself down. he closes his eyes and takes a couple huge, deep breaths and then hears harry calling his name.
he gets up and follows harry into an exam room and is instantly introduced to the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his entire life. “this is zayn, he’ll give you your physical and ask you some questions before taking your blood. ignore the tattoos and the brooding stare, i promise that he’s the most gentle soul i know.”
zayn lightly punches harry’s arm but laughs. “bro, how am i supposed to keep up my reputation as a mysterious bad boy if you keep telling strangers about my gentle soul?”
"pffft, you’ve never had that reputation. we all know you’re way too much of a nerd to ever be considered a bad boy." harry’s walking out the door as he mutters out a "you’re in good hands, liam" and with a wink he’s gone.
"have a seat, mr. payne, and we’ll get started."
"you can call me liam. i mean, if that’s ok with you. ‘mr. payne’ just seems so formal, i feel like a teacher or something. and i’m definitely not a teacher. not that being a teacher is bad or anything." liam realizes he’s rambling and shuts up.
"are you nervous, liam?" zayn says with a crooked smile.
"a little," liam admits, while twisting his hands in his lap. but it was more like A LOT. apparently giving blood wasn’t enough, a fucking greek god had to be the one doing it. couldn’t a nice, elderly lady be doing this instead?
"is this your first time giving blood?"
"yep. to be honest, i, um, i’m kinda scared of blood.." liam doesn’t know why he’s divulging his secret to zayn but something about him seems trustworthy, though, like he wouldn’t judge him for it.
"oh. are you sure you want to do this, then?
"i think so…i mean, yes. definitely yes."
"alright, let’s get started." zayn weighs him and goes to take his blood pressure. having zayn’s hands on his arm as he secures the cuff is a lot more exciting than it should be. harry was right - he’s definitely in good hands. very good, very pretty hands. liam internally tells himself to get a grip, but the word grip just brings him back to zayn’s hands. possibly zayn’s hand gripping his dick. woah there, brain. CALM DOWN.
zayn then proceeds to ask him questions about his health history and places he’s traveled. the questions get more intense and personal as they go on and liam feels a tad bit awkward. “this next quesion is a bit intrusive but i have to ask it, i’m sorry”
"fire away" liam says nervously.
"have you ever, er, had sex with another male?"
liam hesitates before stuttering out a “umm. no” and then quickly adds on a “not yet, at least..” and then covers his mouth in shock. did he REALLY just say that? damn his stupid nerves making his thought process foggy and allowing him to say ridiculously embarrassing things.
shockingly enough to liam, zayn is laughing. “i’m so sorry, i’m not laughing at you, i promise. you can relax, it’s ok. you’re the most interesting person i’ve ever done this for. it’s refreshing.”
"oh. really? i’ve never been called interesting before. or refreshing."
zayn raises his eyebrows and let’s out a barely audible “hmm” and then picks something up from the tray by liam’s chair. ”i’m going to cleanse your arm now” liam just nods and let’s zayn do his job.
"okay liam, i’m about to insert the needle. you’re going to feel a quick pinch but that’s all, i promise." liam takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. he feels a jolt of pain but then it’s over and he exhales. so that part is over, he can do this. he can definitely do this.
but then he opens his eyes and looks down..down at the blood exiting his vein via a little tube. and it’s too much, way too much for him to handle. he immediately feels woozy. he turns away and shields his face with his free hand.
"liam, are you sure you can handle this? you’re going to be like this for around 10 minutes, y’know.."
"t-ten minutes?" liam says behind his hand. "i think i can keep going. it’s fine, i just - i need to not look at it." liam knows he’s being stronger on the outside than he is on the inside because in the inside he’s freaking out. "do you think you could, i don’t know, distract me somehow. tell me a story? or a joke. do you know any good jokes?" his words are rushed and he knows he sounds ridiculous but he can’t focus on the embarrassment at the moment.
"er. no, i don’t really know any jokes. um, maybe i could…" and his sentence trails off as he begins to quietly sing. liam is taken aback at first before he notices how nice zayn’s voice is. as the singing continues, zayn’s voice strengthens as he gets more comfortable with the situation. liam doesn’t recognize the song but finds that he doesn’t care, he thinks he could listen to zayn sing literally anything. a few minutes go by before zayn finishes and awkwardly says "sorry if that was weird.."
"no, it was - it was actually really great. you’re really fucking talented, mate. pardon my french."
"really? to be honest, i hardly ever sing for strangers, but i figured distracting you was more important than having you pass the fuck out in this chair with blood seeping out of your arm."
liam laughs. “definitely. what song was that? i didn’t recognize it.”
"my friend niall’s in a band and it’s one of their songs. they practice every day in our garage so all their songs are kinda burned in my brain."
"it was a dope song. do they ever play shows?"
"dope?" zayn laughs, "i can’t wait to tell niall that someone described one of his songs as ‘dope’.. and yeah, they play a few gigs every once in awhile. they’re actually playing this weekend"
"really? where at? my friend louis and i were looking for something to do this weekend"
"just at a local bar. harry’s going with me. maybe we could all meet up there?"
"cool, i’m down"
"sick. oh, look, your 10 minutes are up. how do you feel knowing you survived your first blood donation? let me just take the needle out for you.."
and then liam made the mistake of looking as zayn brought the needle out of his arm, a bit of blood beginning to trickle down his arm before zayn could clean it up and patch him up. and before he knew it, he was passing out.
he came to with zayn leaning over him, his face barely an inch away and his hands gently grabbing liam’s face. “liam? LIAM? are you alright?? you scared me for a second.”
"i’m - i’m fine. i’m so sorry about that." liam has never been more embarrassed in his entire life. did he really just pass out infront of the most gorgeous guy in the entire fucking world?
"you don’t have to apologize, liam. i guess i spoke too soon when i said you survived your first blood donation."
"ha, ha, ha. i think i should get out of here." liam was still very aware of zayn’s hands still on his face until the realization swept over the other boy and his hands jerked away.
"yeah, that’s probably a good idea. you know your way out?"
"i think i can manage. thanks for everything, and, y’know, calming me down and everything…."
zayn just smiled and nodded his head before liam turned to walk out the door.
he’s out in the parking lot about to get in his car when he hears someone shouting his name. he turns around and sees zayn running towards him with a tiny slip of paper in his hand. “here’s my number. i figured it’d be easier than going through harry or whatever. text me when you talk to you friend - louis, was it?”
"oh! sure. yeah, i’ll do that."
"cool. well, hopefully i’ll see you this weekend."
and all liam can think about on the drive home is zayn’s hands on his face, his singing voice still delightfully ringing in his ears.