Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots ➳ Ziam

Liam knew very well that the doctors have told him multiple times that he can’t drink. And Liam obliged. Because, in reality, he never saw the point of getting drunk. All his mates did were do crazy and stupid things, sometimes throw up, and fall asleep. So Liam didn’t see all the hype. But as everyone knew, Liam had a soft spot for Zayn. A soft spot that he couldn’t seem to get out of his thoughts the past week since Zayn sideswiped the younger boy, filling his already full thoughts with more things to ponder. Liam liked it. He obviously did. He liked Zayn. But he didn’t know if Zayn’s kiss was just a spur of the moment thing and nothing more. Mainly because Zayn hasn’t brought up the kiss and Liam sure as hell wasn’t going to say anything either. Another reason why Liam never drank, was because everyone seemed to spill out secrets when they drink, something, Liam wasn’t very fond of. All of these precautions to drinking seemed to flutter away when Zayn asked him to drink with him. Seemingly, like everything else, nothing matters when he’s with Zayn. Like the world just stops. Like his racing thoughts stop. Liam sat around and paced back and forth thinking about the night ahead of him until Zayn texted him the okay to come home, after finishing up his date with Demi. Date with Demi. What was happening? Why were they going out on a date? Liam pulled slightly on his hair and slapped his head a few times to get the thoughts out. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and quickly snaking it out, he saw the text and pushed it back in. He was already dressed in a pair of white shorts, his red and white baseball tee, and a pair of sneakers so all he had to do was find his keys. He ran around his flat, and couldn’t seem to remember where he put them last. And whatdya know, they’re where they should be; in the key basket by the front door. Groaning, Liam grabbed them and ran out towards his car, quickly starting it before the paparazzi caught up. The drive seemed to be very short, since he didn’t pay attention to where he was going the whole time. Parking on the street, he moved out of the car, and checked his phone, reading a text he had a received a few moments ago informing him that the door was open. He stopped with his hand on the handle, and took one last deep breathe before pushing the door open. “Zayn?” Liam called out, closing the door behind him. ‘I’m in here!’ Liam heard the familiar Bradford Boy voice call out, faintly. He assumed he was in his room, so he moved through the hallway and stood in the door way. There Zayn was, shirtless, of course. Because Liam wasn’t already thinking enough. “Oh, um,” Liam stuttered. “Hi.”