Prompt; Liam going to a gay club and meeting drag queen zayn 😫😍
Sorry that it’s taken me so long to get to this, but my writing has been a bit sporadic. I was also really nervous about this one, so I made sure to have someone look over it first. Thanks, @purpleeyestelllies for doing that!
Hope you enjoy and it’s all you were looking for! ;)
Liam waited in the line outside the club, glancing over at Niall and Harry, wishing, for the first time, that he hadn’t come out to his flatmates. With the way he was raised, he still struggled with the fact that he was gay. On top of that, he wasn’t a big club person. So, his very thoughtful mates decided the best way to show their support of Liam’s sexuality crisis was to take him clubbing at every gay bar within a thirty-mile radius.
This was the third club they’d gone to, Niall declaring the other’s unsuitable, Harry and Liam laughing that they were letting their straight as an arrow friend decide the suitability of gay clubs. “This one is going to be awesome,” Niall said, smiling at Harry. “I heard about it from this bloke in the musical theatre department.” Niall was a sound tech major and this year all of his classes centered around theatre sound design, so he’d been spending a lot of time with a new group of friends.
“I’m pretty knackered,” Liam spoke up. “Can we just go home? Do this another time?”
“We’re only five people from the door,” Harry argued. “We can’t give up now.” Liam’s shoulders sagged, and Harry threw an arm around him. “I have a good feeling about this place.”
After about twenty minutes, they were inside, sitting at the bar next to a stage. Liam was sipping at his whiskey sour, glancing around the club. So far, he’d only spotted a couple of guys who’d even garnered a second look, but that look brought about nothing but disappointment. He was honestly surprised by the number of women in the club.
Liam was just taking another sip when Niall shouted out a greeting, causing Liam to choke on his drink. “LOU!”
A girl in a short skirt and high heels approached, laughing loudly. “Nialler, ya wanky bastard! Didn’t know you swung this way!” she called out in a teasing manner, her voice high, but gruff at the same time. Liam blinked, gaping at the girl.
“Mates, this is Louis, the bloke I was telling you about. Louis, this is Harry and Liam,” Niall said, gesturing as he said their names.
“Charmed,” Louis drawled, her voice suddenly a bit higher pitched, and flirtatiously feminine, her lashed batting at Harry. She offered a hand to Harry who took it, kissing the knuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Dance with me,” Harry said, not releasing her hand, pulling her towards the floor.
“Nice to meet you, Liam,” Louis called, back to the abrasive voice she’d originally spoke in.
“You, too,” Liam responded, turning to Niall, his eyes wide.
“Left that part out, did I?” Niall pointed towards the stage. “Every Friday, they do a drag show. Louis has been asking me to check it out for ages.”
Liam glanced towards the stage before trailing his eyes over the room, suddenly examining the women he’d spotted more closely, surprised at the number that weren’t women. “I’m an uneducated idiot,” he muttered.
“Nah, just a bit naive and sheltered,” Niall told him, smiling softly at Liam’s blush. Niall knew that Liam had grown up in a strict religious home, moving to college before realizing he was gay. He still hadn’t come out to his parents, and, knowing how they felt about homoesexuality, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to.
“They don’t all look like the ones I’ve seen on telly,” Liam said, noticing not all of them had the exaggerated makeup.
“I know.” Niall laughed. “A couple I’ve been tempted to hit on.” Liam looked confused. “What?”
“And they’re gorgeous,” Niall countered.
“Thank you,” a smoky voice spoke up behind Liam.
Liam turned, swallowing hard when he saw who had spoken. Perfectly chiseled cheekbones, long lashes, lips painted a pale pink pulled between stark white teeth. Long wavy brown hair pulled over one shoulder. “H-hi,” he stuttered out.
“Hey, handsome,” she purred, running a hand down Liam’s arm. Liam spotted a mandala tattooed onto the back of it, disappearing under the cuff of a long-sleeved top.
“Well, I’ll just leave you to it,” Niall said, laughing when Liam gave a vague wave. “His name is Liam,” the blond provided before he disappeared into the crowd.
“First time, Leeyum?” He nodded, tongue still stuck to the roof of his mouth. “You can call me Veronica.”
“Pr-pr-” Liam huffed out a breath. “Pretty name,” he said.
“Thank you. Buy me a drink?” Veronica smiled, and Liam was waving over the bartender.
They talked quietly, Veronica being flirtatious, her lips wrapping around her straw seductively. Liam desperately tried to keep up, his confusion growing over the situation. When she’d finished her drink, she leaned over to press a kiss to Liam’s cheek. “Thank you for the drink and conversation,” she said, softly, turning and disappearing.
Niall reappeared next to him, smiling. “So?”
“Gay, remember.” Although, now he was starting to question that conclusion. Just when he’d thought his crisis was over, it dropped into his lap again.
“Drag queen, remember,” Niall pointed out, laughing at the look on Liam’s face. “You couldn’t tell? Dude, you were drooling! Your brain may not have been able to tell, but the rest of you was clued in.”
Liam blushed as he hid his face in another drink. “Can we go now?”
“Nope, my mate’s about to sing. You have to stay for that at least,” Louis said, as she and Harry approached, hands clasped between them.
The lights dimmed, the crowd cheering. “If you like R&B, you’ll love this,” Louis whispered in Liam’s ear.
Veronica suddenly appeared on stage, her clothes changed into something a bit more revealing, showing off numerous tattoos decorating both of her arms. Liam’s eyes traced them as her body moved. When she began to sing, Liam’s eyes snapped to her face. Her eyes were closed as her voice flowed out, wrapping around Liam. He felt Niall pushing his mouth closed, vaguely heard Louis giggling, knowing it was at him, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
When the song was over, Veronica gave a shy smile before nodding her head, leaving the stage as the lights in the club came up a bit again. “Need a smoke,” Liam said, weaving through the crowd away from his friends, ignoring their laughter.
Once he’d pushed through the crowd, he looked around, realizing he had no idea where he was at. He thought he’d been headed back towards the front door, but when he glanced around, he realized the door was nowhere in sight. He moved slowly along the wall until he found a hallway. Glancing down it, he saw a familiar figure.
“Veronica!” he shouted, wincing when she whipped around, her eyes wide. When she saw him, she put a hand to her chest.
“You scared the shit outta me, mate,” she said, her voice sounding more masculine, but still melodic.
Liam blushed as he stepped towards her. “Sorry. I was trying to find the way out.”
“Leaving already? Was the show that bad?” she asked, motioning for Liam to follow her as she turned to continue down the hall.
“No!” Liam shouted, flinching as his voice echoed off the walls. “It was- you were- I mean, you did really well. Your voice is amazing.”
“Well, thank you,” she said, her voice back to soft and flirtatious, opening a door and disappearing inside. Liam glanced up and down the hallway, wondering what he should do. “Get in here, wanker!”
Liam shook his head. He was going to have to get used to the voice changes at some point, if Louis and Veronica were going to be a part of his life. Judging by the heart eyes Harry had been making at Louis, at least she would be. Liam studied Veronica as she disappeared behind a screen on the other side of the room, thinking that he wouldn’t mind having her around, as well. He glanced towards a mirror, checking to see if his eyes matched Harry’s.
“What are you looking at?” Veronica asked as she reappeared, a black kimono replacing her stage outfit. She sat on a bench in front of the mirror, patting the space next to her. “Sit.”
Liam settled, trying not to let his body touch hers. He watched as she reached up to remove her wig, trying not to gape as jet black hair was revealed, shaved on the sides and pulled up into a small bun. Veronica leaned towards the mirror, turning her face from side to side. Reaching into a container she pulled out some kind of wipe.
“So, where were you running off to?” she asked as he wiped at her face. Liam was amazed at the amount of makeup that came off, revealing still flawless skin beneath.
“Smoke,” he responded, fighting the urge to reach up and touch one of her eyelashes. He’d be convinced they were fake if he wasn’t watching her wipe away the mascara, revealing they were just long and beautiful.
“I’m dying for one. Wait until I’m changed, and I’ll join you.” Veronica reached for some lotion, wiping it into her skin. Liam glanced into the mirror, gaping. “What?”
“I know you,” he said, trying to figure out where he knew her from.
Veronica laughed, standing and disappearing behind the screen again. “You do,” came her voice. Liam was still digging through his recent memory to figure out where he knew her from. She, well, he reappeared a moment later. His hair pulled out of the bun and falling loose over one side of his head. A snake tee, ripped jeans, leather jacket and combat boots replaced the robe. Liam looked to his hands and snapped his fingers as he spotted the fingerless gloves.
“You’re in my psych class!” He remembered studying the boy’s fingers one day after he’d borrowed a pen, sitting the row in front of him. He’d liked the look of the gloves, wondering if he could pull them off when he went home, covering the eagle tattoo he’d gotten one night while drunk.
“Got it in one,” he said. “My name’s Zayn.” He offered his hand, his grip firm as they shook. “Was surprised to see you here, sorry for the act earlier. Gotta get in the right frame of mind, or I’ll never perform.”
“Is that why you do it?” Liam asked, as he followed Zayn out of the room. They continued down the hallway towards and exit. Once they were outside, they leaned against the wall, each lighting their own cigarette before continuing to speak.
“Does it bother you?” Zayn’s voice held an edge of something that Liam couldn’t identify.
Zayn let out a smoky breath that sounded a lot like relief. “Niall’s told me about you,” he explained. “Your family and all.”
“Why would he do that?” Liam asked, confused.
Zayn turned his face away, glancing down the alley they were standing in, the street lights shining in his eyes. “Might’ve seen you talking to him one day, asked about you. I know him through Louis.”
“Why would you ask about me? You don’t know me.” Liam was completely lost by the conversation now.
“Have you looked in a mirror?” Liam blinked his eyes slowly. “You’re fucking hot, mate. Wanted to ask you out that day I borrowed your pen, but chickened out. Every time I tried to talk to you, it was like my voice died.”
“You did fine earlier. More than fine. I was the one who looked like an idiot,” Liam argued, moving away from the wall to stand in front of Zayn, using a gentle hand on his cheek to force him to look at Liam.
“Veronica did fine. She’s the brave one,” he whispered, his eyes shutting, lashes splayed across his cheeks. After a moment of silence, Liam waiting for him to continue, he blinked his eyes open. “It’s the only way I can ever open my mouth to sing, is as her. I’m not as confident as me. It started off as a dare, but I found out I actually enjoy it.” He shrugged. “Some people have said I’m pretty good looking as a girl.”
“Pretty good looking?” Liam barked out a laugh, feeling badly when Zayn bit his lower lip. “You’re gorgeous. You had me questioning my sexuality for awhile back there.” Zayn giggled, honestly giggled, as his eyes scrunched shut, his tongue pressing behind his teeth. “And, at risk of getting myself punched, you’re just as, if not more, gorgeous like this.”
Zayn’s grin, somehow, grew even bigger. He laced his fingers with Liam, tugging him down the alley towards the street. “Well, then, since you’re such a fan, why don’t we go have some fun and maybe Zayn will get a bit better at talking to you.”
Liam tugged him back and into his side, smiling at how well Zayn fit under his arm. He shivered from the way Zayn’s arm wrapped around his waist, hand sliding into Liam’s rear pocket, squeezing gently. “I’d say Zayn is doing just fine.” They laughed as Liam pressed a kiss to the side of Zayn’s head and they continued into the night.
louis: okay guys so now i’m allowed to go out and party i will go out and PARTY so hard you won’t even believe it
niall: okay, of course louis
louis: ACTUALLY. you absolutely cannot go with me as you’ve been going out since 18th century without me
liam: alright louis, calm down
louis: YOU WILL SIT IN YOUR HOTEL ROOMS ALL PATHETIC AND LONELY WITH SOME PIZZA AND RERUNS OF CBB OR X-FACTOR OR SOMETHING JUST LIKE I DID AND ALSO I’D RATHER YOU FUCK OFF NOW LIAM DON’T TRY TO CALM ME DOWN I’M GOING TO PARTY
Of course in the tour diary they showed nouiam together and Harry off on his own 😒 of course....
It’s VERY obvious they are separating Harry from the rest of the band. But, when we do see them interact on stage, it’s obvious everything is fine. They’re laughing and joking together. So, with some clever camera tricks, they get to paint the picture they want. The picture they want is Louis/Liam/Niall and Harry on the side. Why they want that picture, I couldn’t tell you. They’ve been doing this for a long time. They’ve been pushing Louis/Liam/Niall to the front and having Harry not present. Yeah, I would want OT4 interactions, especially in the wake of a band member leaving. Especially when stress is so high. Especially with all the rumors floating around. A picture of solidarity and unity would go a long way in this fanbase. But, that’s not what we’re getting. I won’t lie to you. It sucks.
But, if there were actual any issues in this band, we would not know them. Remember
during X Factor when Louis and Liam hated each other? Oh, wait. I don’t.
Because they covered that up. Remember when Zayn became distanced from his band
mates months before he decided to leave the band? Oh, wait. I don’t. Because
they pushed Zouis to the forefront. They even had Zayn straight up DENY to an
interviewer that he was leaving the band, when we know that decision had
already been made at that point. But, still. We had no idea he was going to
leave the band. There didn’t seem to be any tension between any of the band members
and Zayn. Everything was business as usual. If there are problems, we don’t see them.
That Sun article says "1D frontman Louis Tomlinson"! Has he ever been called the frontman before? Talk about babygate building his name! I'm impressed.
He’s been obviously treated as the frontman in recent months–James Corden is the easiest example to point to. Funnily enough, I was just looking at tumblr from late September when, under the influence of goodbyeadulthood, people were talking about ‘Niall the frontman’, and as proof were talking about radio interviews where Harry took a back seat–something notable at that time.
Prompt: Niall and Liam are fighting because Liam came home late after a party, even though he told Niall he’d come home sooner this time, and there’s just build up friction and then they end up having sex while still arguing with each other. - anon
i think they don't want an specific frontman anymore, louis is probably being pushed the most rn so he can have his own image when they come out yada yada but i think once it's done they'll push liam and niall just as much, with maybe hl taking the spotlight as the it couple (specially right after the coming out so they can milk it as much as possible) but not individually
Niall woke up, seeing Harry laying next to him. He smiled wrapping an arm over Harry’s torso, pulling him closer. He mumbled a little bit, then burried his nose into Niall’s chest. Niall smiled down at him, even after six months of being out, Niall still can’t believe he gets to do this every single day. Niall let his eyes flutter close, and he soon fell back to sleep. Soon he was woke up with someone jumping on his chest, he gasped, and his eyes flew open. He screamed, and pushed Zayn off of him. Zayn groaned when he hit the floor.
“What the hell Niall?” He grumbled picking himself off the floor.
“You can’t just fucking jump on me man,” Niall yelled.
Zayn simply rolled his eyes, and pointed at him, and Harry. “C'mon you twats, we have practice,”
Niall glowered at Zayn till he left, keeping an arm around his Harry. He stroked Harry’s back and peppered his face with light kisses.
“Hey hey c'mon Bee, wake up.” He wasn’t sure why he called Harry Bee, he just did. Harry grumbled, pushing against Niall tighter. Niall chuckled, and pushed his hair out of his face.
“C'mon Bee, want to see those pretty eyes yeah?” Niall said softly.
Harry blushed, and peeked open one eye. “Hi”
Niall smiled down at him. “Hey Bee,”
Harry shyly leaned up, giving Niall a soft kiss. Niall melted into it, and Harry tucked himself back under Niall’s arms. “Wanna stay here with you,” His voice thick with morning sleep.
“As much I want to, we have practice Bee,” Niall kissed the top of his hair, and moved from the bed. Harry whined, making grabby hands at him. Niall chuckled, and picked him up, front piggy back style carrying them to the bathroom. Harry giggled, rolling his eyes at Niall. Niall gently put him down, and turned on the water. Harry started to graab his soap, but Niall quickly stopped him grabbing his wrist.
“Want you to smell like me today Bee,” Niall said, plucking the soap from him and replacing it with his wn. Harry didn’t ask, just simply did what Niall said, after a shower and a blowjob, they stumbled into the room.
Niall pulled a few things out and tossed them at Harry. “Wear my clothes today Bee?”
Harry nodded, and pulled them on. Niall didn’t know what it was today, but he wanted people to kow Harry was his, and his only. The day started out okay, the boys practicing for their up and coming show, Niall narrowed his eyes when he saw Liam whisper something into his ear, other days Niall could’ve igorned it, but not today. Instead he stormed over to where they were, and pushed Liam back.
“No,” Niall said forcefully. Liam looked bewildered, “No?” He asked with his eyebrows scrunched up.
“No, mine.” Was all Niall said, before dragging Harry away.
The next time something like that happened, it was Louis, him and Harry were getting to friendly, in the touching department. Niall slammed down his water bottle, and stalked over to where they were.
“Fuck off Lou,” Niall growled, standing in front of Harry. Louis looked shocked.
“Um, Niall?” He squeaked out. His eyes wide.
“Don’t fucking touch my boyfriend!” Niall roared, he’d feel bad if he wasn’t seeing red. Louis quickly nodded, before reteating to where Zayn was.
“Hey, hey Niall. I’m here focus on me okay?” Harry rubbed at his chest, and Niall slowly calmed down. He hooked his arms around Harry bringing him close enough, so he could suck a lovebite on Harry’s skin. Harry gasped, and rock against him softly. Niall was murmuring Mine the whole time.
The boys finally noticed how Niall was acting and left Harry alone, even Louis who would cause mischief kept his distance, because once in a while Niall got like this, and they knew better then to provoke him. Niall kept Harry tucked into his side all during the day after that, glowering at anyoone would even come six feet near his boy. Harry didn’t mind, he pranced around Niall all day, keeping him laughing. the boys shook their heads at them, seeing Harry and Niall just beam at each other like no other people were in the room.
Sadly the poor waiter didn’t know that, it was after the practice Harry and Niall wnet out to dinner, the waiter came back and licked his lips looking at Harry. Niall growled, clenching his fist tightly. Harry slotted his fingers through Niall’s trying to calm him down. Niall silently counted to ten, and looked up again. He caught the man’s smirk, and growled again. The bastard was doing this on purpose.
“I’ll have a coke with rum,” Niall said stiffly. The man nodded before turning his eyes on Harry.
“How about you princess?” He smiled at Harry who shifted uncomfortably. That was it. Niall shot up from his seat,
He grabbed him by the collar. “Don’t you ever call my boyfriend that you shit. If I ever see your face again, I’ll make sure you can only see out of one fucking eye, got that princess?” He hissed out. The man quickly nodded, and hurried back to the kitchen, Niall sighed deeply watching him go and sat back down. Harry grinned at him shyly, tracing one of Niall’s tatoos.
“You probably made him cry.” Harry said amused.
Niall twisted one of his studs earrings. “He shouldn’t be looking at what’s not his,” Was all he said.
Harry grinned snuggling into his side loving when Niall got like this. He felt secure and loved, evryone thought that after Niall Horan the sweet blonde of One Direction, got his ears pierced and got hundreds of tats, and dyed his hair lilac again, only this time permentally, he was a bad boy. No, he was still the same sweet guy from Mullingar, he simply changed a bit that’s it. And when he was feeling like this he didn’t want anyone looking or touching his Harry.
“I’m yours.” Harry said locking their fingers.
“And I know you are mine.” Niall whispered, brushing his lip ring arcoss Harry’s forehead.
Harry grinned, knowing he was where he belong. He connected his lips wiht Niall, confirming he knew this a well. Niall pulled back, still kepping his hands cupped around Harry’s face.