I'm fine, We're fine [boyxboy]

Nineteen

Zayn's POV

"Louis says Harry's gone out for a run." I looked up from my phone to where Liam was sweeping a pile of rubbish from the kitchen. He bent, grunting something out as he got everything into the white dustpan. Liam moved and dumped it into the trashcan before turning back to me.

"In this weather?" Liam snapped the dustpan onto the neck of the broom and rested it in it's spot against the wall beside the fridge. "I know he isn't quite right, but come on." While he spoke, thunder rumbled over head and a flash of lightning lit up behind the curtains.

I chuckled and shrugged before working my response back up to Louis. "I text him back and told him that maybe he would get zapped and it would fix whatever is broken inside." Call me mean, but if it did actually happen, I wasn't going to apologize. Harry deserved it.

"Damn, this mean side of you sure is hot." My phone fell from my hand as Liam slapped it away. I forgot it, not even looking down as it dinged with another message. Liam pecked my cheek and took my hand. He drug me up without so much as a word and began pulling me down the hall.

I let out an excited ohh and reached to grab my shirt and wrench it over my head. It hung from one shoulder and I was reaching for the sweet peach his thin basketball shorts were hiding from me when I looked up to see that he had led us into the bathroom instead of the bedroom. "Frisky are we," I commented and dropped to the side of his neck. Liam pushed me away before I could latch on.

"No." I could hear the laugh in his voice and I gave him the most pitiful expression I could make when I looked up. "Not this time, Malik," Liam laughed and pushed my chest. He moved from in front of me and twisted the silver knobs. The showerhead rained down into the tub and he straightened up before I could reach out and grab him. Liam pointed at me then at the curtain he pulled closed. "You. Get in."

"Why?" I crossed my arms like a toddler.

"It isn't like Zayn Malik to turn down a shower," Liam went on in the mocking tone. He clicked his tongue a few times. "Strip down. Get in. We have a reservation in two hours and it'll take you forty-five minutes just to shower."

"How can you think about food when you have this standing in front of you?" I touched my chest.

"Yeah. I'm so tempted to rip your shirt off the one shoulder it's hanging off of and your mismatched socks make me wanna cum in my pants." Liam rolled his eyes and dug one of the towels off of the hanging wire shelf and threw it at me.

It hit me in the face and I laughed before looking down. Sure enough, my socks were two different colors. "You're just mean, you know that?"

"It's part of my charm." Liam kissed me and pushed his way through the doorway my body was blocking.

"I'd go faster if you took one with me!" I called after him.

"And I'm sure you'd finish faster than you did last night!" Liam shot back from the bedroom.

A scowl twisted my lips and I began peeling my clothes off. "If he hadn't made me wait all day, I would have rocked his world," I grumbled, dropping my clothes in a heap on the floor. The shower was just as hot as I liked it when I got behind the curtain. Part of me hoped Liam would change his mind and climb in after me, but after five minutes of waiting and letting the water soak my hair, I knew he wasn't coming. With a sigh, I reached for the shampoo.

Steam fogged the mirror completely while I draped the towel about my waist and made my way into the bedroom when I was done.

"Exactly forty-five minutes!" Liam cried as soon as he saw me.