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“Zaynnnnnn,” Liam calls as he finally sets foot in their flat. He huffs when he doesn’t immediately find his boyfriend.

He wanders around a bit, every so often repeating his name in a hush. Hearing movement in their bedroom, Liam turns the knob carefully, curious as to whether he’ll find a sleepy Zayn or maybe just a dog or two.

But what he does see next, he doesn’t expect: Zayn quickly throwing something underneath his pillow, looking as guilty as a child stealing from the candy shop.

And, well, in a way, he kind of did. There’s a flash of plastic, the crunch of the material as it folds underneath Zayn’s head. “Are those…” Liam quirks his eyebrow. “My gummy bears?”

Zayn looks around, obviously trying to think of an excuse. Coming up empty, he sighs. “I only ate the red ones.”

Liam blinks twice at this, though he’s not even a bit surprised at this admission. Still, he’s not quite ready to give up yet.

“You… ate the red ones,” he says slowly. “My favorite kind.” He pouts.

Zayn pauses a moment, taking in Liam’s reaction. When he decides it’s safe to joke–sees the slight quirk up of Liam’s lips, the movement that only someone who knows him as well as Zayn does would notice–he lets the smirk fully form on his face. 

“I saved you the yellow ones.” Zayn says easily, flicking his wrist as if to wipe away the problem.

“I don’t like you,” Liam mumbles, squinting his eyes and dramatically crossing his arms (though he still struggles to keep his impending smile from breaking).

Before Liam knows it, Zayn’s breaking into song, and it’s, well, something he’s heard a few times by now. “But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor,” he gets out in a high falsetto. He looks pointedly to Liam’s clothes underneath the boy’s feet.

For the principle of the matter, Liam forces himself to ignore the clothes he’s standing on, huffing out an incredulous laugh instead. “Did you just use my own song against me?”

Zayn stands up slowly, letting the bed creak in all its glory before he leans in, a flash of raised eyebrows—”Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

A cacophony of witty (and some not-so-witty) responses jumble in Liam’s head then, but before he can really pick the best option, he’s going with the one that’s on the tip of his tongue. He’s countering Zayn’s movement, leaning in as he belts out, “I think I know he don’t love meeeeeeeee.”

Zayn giggles, bringing his lips forward to ghost over Liam’s. “That’s why I fuck him right?”

Liam hums, all too aware of Zayn’s hot breath against him, of their bodies flush against each other. “Yeah, well, I guess that part is actually true,” he admits.

“And possible, maybe?” Zayn asks a little too enthusiastically.

“Only if you don’t sing Bedroom Floor to me while I’m stripping.”

Zayn thinks about that for a moment. “No promises, babe,” he grins.

“Fine,” Liam laughs with a roll of his eyes as he finally crosses the distance to press his lips over Zayn’s. “But then,” Liam whispers against Zayn’s mouth, “I can’t promise what kinds of songs might just pop out of my mouth–maybe a little old ditty called Pillowtalk?”

Zayn whacks him on the arm, chuckling as he wraps his arms around Liam’s neck. “Shut it,” he beams as he pulls him down just slightly to deepen the kiss.  Sounding a bit worried, he suddenly breaks the kiss to add, “Oh, and I’ll buy you some more gummy bears, if you want.”

“I really don’t care, babe,” Liam grins. “Promise,” he breathes, moving his hands to Zayn’s hips, sliding under his shirt to rub his thumbs against the small of Zayn’s back. “I’ll buy you a whole ton of them just you can eat the red ones.” 

loveourtimeisnow  asked:

Hi Sasha, hope you're well. I don't know if you've already discussed this but not only are they giving Zayn a "loves weed, no homo" image, looks like some of the songs may have official narrative bs too. Like for "she don't love me", the lyrics are: "I think I know she don’t love me(That's why I f*ck around...)." I've already seen many people speculating that it's about perrie and the cheater narrative continues. Like mitam, there does seem to be some 1dhq sanctioned narratives for promo.

It does seem like this song will be used for stunt purposes. And this is another reason why 1DHQ made it very clear they want you to believe the album is about Zayn’s Summer of 2015, even though some of the songs clearly don’t fit. This will get Perrie some headlines. When Little Mix goes down in flames, LMHQ (which is also 1DHQ) expects Perrie to be the one to rise from the ashes. She’s clearly the next Cheryl in their eyes. They’ve been setting her up for that for a long time. Godspeed, gurl.

I, I need you
I, I don’t
I question myself all the time, asking what
I don’t know
It’s kinda hard to walk right
When you’re walking on my left
With your high heels on
And your sexy ass dress
I see you talking on your phone, phone
Wish I could get you on your own, own
But I’ve seen you gone over love

Love how this intimates that somehow Perrie was busier than Zayn. I guess he was househusbanding while she was gearing up for Get Weird? LOL Even though he left the tour to be with her, she ain’t have no time? Alrighty. The Zayn Malik, who already put a ring on it. The Zayn Malik, who quit his job for her. The Zayn Malik, who even treats fans with doting attention and kindness. The Zayn Malik, who got money. The Zayn Malik, with that face and that tight little body. She ain’t have time to work on saving the relationship. Her phone was more interesting. 

But what about the romantic getaway (that included Zayn’s fam)?

I mean, she gingerly placed her hand on his thigh and everything! She tried. Oh Zayn, you cad! Give her some credit. LOL

P.S. She’s sexy tho. When the articles pop up (and you know they will), you new Zayn fans should google her. Perhaps listen to her music. You gonna be disappointed tho. I’d believe in the Easter bunny before I’d believe this. They tried it.

Alternative view: This is about fetus Ziam again. Zayn doesn’t wanna ask too many questions. He’s picking his battles. The situation is still developing with Liam. Sure, Liam’s sexy ass is giving attention to someone else, but Zayn will deal: I won’t mind. 

I think I know she don’t love me
That’s why I fuck around
I think I know she don’t love me
That’s why I fuck around

This seems to be an obvious attempt to confirm every Zayn cheating narrative. Blergh.

Alternative view: Did Zayn not spend 100% of his spare time pining? Were there times when he doubted Liam’s love and decided to get on with it elsewhere? We’ll never know, but it doesn’t seem outside the realm of possibility. Poor conflicted lovestruck baby trying to figure it out. Let me hold you.  ಥ_ಥ

I want you
Your body
I want you
Your body on top of mine

Did we mention Perrie is sexy? 

You may have noticed she sexed up her image a bit, just in time for MOM’s release. 

What a coinky dink.

Alternative view: Has Zayn mentioned Liam is sexy? 

I’d say that’s a yes. 

And as for wanting his body on top of him…

…yes to that one too.

Should we wait ‘til the morning?
See it loud in your eyes
Can’t escape what I’m feeling
Your body on top of mine

Should they wait to fight? Break up? Until Zayn gets it in one more time? It’s over. He can tell. But he will get it in, because Perrie Edwards of Little Mix (on tour now!) is sexy. 

Alternative view: Zayn knows hooking up with Liam at this point in time will be drama. Should he spend the night or slink off back to his own room? Probably gonna spend the night.

You would have held me back and you wouldn’t let me go
You would have told me no, you would have told me yes
Would have stayed the night, then we’d probably have sex
And we know it ain’t right but there’s stuff that comes next

ZAYN, Pillowtalk Remix

Welp. If that doesn’t fit like a puzzle piece.

Like I said, I think this song will be used for Zerrie stuntin’. But I think it also could have originally been written with Liam in mind and then tweaked to better fit the official narrative. Since 1DHQ is still very much so wrapped up in this project, could be.   

She doesn’t care.
She doesn’t think about you at night, She doesn’t see your face in a crowded room.
She forgot the color of your eyes, even though she told you she has never seen something that ravishing. She doesn’t talk about you and how bad she misses you. She doesn’t remember what it feels like to kiss your lips.
Oh boy, She doesn’t care about you and you chasing her, only makes your heart ache more.
She doesn’t love you anymore, or she never did.
Let her go..“

-An excerpt from a book I will never write.