Enna Sona [Ziam]

Forty

Liam woke up with a frown on his face. He feels so tired. And his head is hurting. Is he feeling nauseous? Ugh! He doesn't want to get up. He tries to stretch his body only to realize there's someone else lying next to him, their arm on Liam's chest, head on Liam's shoulder, and legs entangled with his own.

He didn't know why he was so scared to check who it was, as if he hasn't been sharing his room and bed with Zayn for over a month now.

Liam slowly turned his head to look at Zayn. He can't see his face. He is hiding his face in Liam's shoulder, plus the wilderness of hair. Zayn should cut his hair, it looks too much work. Or maybe he shouldn't. He looks good like this. He can run his fingers through Zayn's hair and it would feel so good-

Uh.. What is he thinking?

He needs to use the washroom. He sighs before slowly trying to take Zayn's arm from around his bare chest. His bare-

What!!????

Liam looked down. Shit! He's topless. How.. What.. Please be wearing pants, please be wearing pants, please be wearing pants.

He chanted to himself before nervously raising the blanket. Phew! Thank God!

But why was he sleeping shirtless!? He rubbed his eyes and slowly got up, so as to not wake Zayn up. He needs to use the washroom. And freshen up. What time is it!?

Liam was brushing his teeth, wondering why did he sleep in yesterday's clothes, more like pants. He still has some colors on him left. Behind his ear, on his neck, his back. It's all red.

Red!

Holy shit!!!!!

Liam down on the toilet facepalming so hard, he slapped himself. Deserved it. What the fuck did he do!? Did he, really?

Crap! Everything came back to him in jumbled form. Him putting colours on Zayn, Zayn pushing him on the table, him kissing Zayn's neck, Charlie putting colours on him, him asking Roo to not put colours on him, him drinking the bhang.

Bhang! Fuck!! That's why-

Wait.. Did he.. Did he really try to kiss Zayn? Did he actually Kiss him?? He can't remember! His memory is so foggy, but he remembers wanting to kiss Zayn. Shit shit shit. Zayn is so going to kill him. Oh God! The embarrassment!

Should he call Niall? And tell him what exactly? That he almost made out with Zayn being drunk on Bhang?

He suddenly got flashes of Zayn biting his earlobe and-

No! He can't handle a boner right now! What the fuck!

Calm down Liam! Calm down. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe-

Knock knock..

"Liam, are you gonna be long?"

Shit, Zayn is up! What is he going to say!!? Zayn will ask for an explanation. Or will he? Well it was not just his fault! Zayn kissed him too! And he even bit- no, he's not thinking about it anymore. He'll check to see if there's any medicine to forget a memory. Maybe a pill version of obliviate?

"Liam.. Are you okay?"

He has to say something! Or else Zayn might think he fainted in here!

"Ye-yeah! I'm okay. Just a head ache!"

"Yeah, CJ made you black coffee. Come down fast, yeah?"

He heard Zayn walk away once he assured he will come down in a few minutes. He is just going to take a shower and forget about it all. Or pretend that he-