He looks at Liam with a grin displayed on his lips. The Liam. The Liam who is in a relationship with a great girl. Also the Liam who never fails to stumble into his bedroom late at night smelling like rank alcohol all the time. The Liam who kisses Zayn with — Zayn really doesn’t like to think about it, that four-letter word hanging onto his lips whenever they kiss. The Liam who fucks him so good every drunken night. He knows tonight will be the same as any other night and Zayn’s drowned this confused feeling so deep into his heart.
Or the one where Zayn is so tired of Liam stumbling into his bedroom whenever Liam’s drunk.