“You have some…” you reached your hand out and rubbed his cheek, “thing on your face."
"So do you.”
“No, I don’t,” you said, smiling a little.
“Yeah ya do, i’m lookin right at it.”
“Stop it. I know what you’re trying to do.”
“I’m not tryin ta do anythin! You really have somethin on your face,” he grinned.
“Do ya want me ta get it?”
“Oh my God,” you shook your head.
He abruptly kissed you on the lips with an obvious smile.
When he pulled away he said: “You didn’t really have anythin on your face, I just wanted ta kiss ya.”
He insisted on taking care of you while you were sick with the flu and part of that, he said, was feeding you. It made you feel like a child, especially when he said: “Open up.”
“I’m trying to take care of you!”
“You’re gonna feed me like you feed Lux.”
He laughed, “No, I’m not. I promise.”
When you finally gave up and opened your mouth, he did exactly that. You crossed your arms and glared at him.
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again,” he laughed.
“Hey, uh… can you help me figure out what this song is from?” you asked.
“Sure. Go ahead.”
You pressed play on your phone and watched as Liam groaned. “Who told you?”
“Niall told me about the time he walked in on you dancing to this. Oh my God, Liam, you’re a dork!"
"It was everywhere when I was a kid!”
“I never danced to this song…”
“This is stupid. I don’t even remember any of the words-” he stood up, “Don’t try to compare us to another bad little fad. I’m the mac I’m bad givin ya somethin that ya never had.”
You bobbed your head as Liam rapped along with Kris Kross.
He was sat on your lap because you didn’t want to get up.
“Your butt is bony, though.” you complained.
“So is yours and I let you sit on me all the time.”
“No, you don’t!”
“Oh, hush,” he said. You huffed in annoyance but didn’t complain again.
After five minutes, he turned around and just stared at you.
“Did you want something?”
When you turned your head he caught your lips in a kiss and held you close until he was finished. You smiled for a split second until he said: "But I actually did want something.“
"Hey, stranger. What are you doing here? I thought you had some vocals to do for the album,” you gave him a quick peck on the lips and smiled.
“What are you so smiley about?”
“Oh my gosh, so the kid that sits in the back everyday was late and had to sit in the front. Turns out, he sits in the back because he sleeps through the whole lecture.”
“Whaaat? That’s craaazy.”
You smacked him on the arm and scoffed, “I don’t know why you ask me questions like that if you don’t care about my answer.”
“I’m joking!” He laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Go on.”
“Anyway, the professor called his name twice but he didn’t wake up so she rolled up a magazine and hit him on the head with it. The poor kid’s face was bright red. I felt so bad. I mean, what if that had been me?”
“Oh my God, I know right?”
You turned around and tried to walk the other direction but Zayn grabbed you before you made it anywhere.