The Good In Me [Ziam]

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His hazel eyes looked more dull and empty, but they were still beautiful. His cheekbones were a lot more prominent showing how perfectly sculpted his face was. His hair was a lot longer but still looked soft and healthy. He was wearing a big sweater with a bigger coat over it, his lips were slightly chapped from the cold yet Liam couldn't stop thinking about kissing them.

"Um Liam" Louis' voice brings Liams attention from Zayns angelic face to his friend calling his name. Once they've made eye contact, Louis gives him a puzzled look but before he could say anything, Liam jumps when feeling someone touch his shoulder.

He reverts his attention to the person that had touched him, Zayn. "You alright?" he asks lowly.

"o-oh I'm great!" he replies cheerfully then drinks more from the bottle he was holding before returning to his spot on the couch. No one questions Liams weird behavior because they just figured his intoxication is to blame.

"So, before you two interrupted us, Liam claims to be a top" Louis smirks and looks over to Liam but then hears a low chuckle from Zayn as if he found it funny "what do you think Zayn?"

The dark haired lad slightly grins while taking a seat on the separate couch "I don't believe it"

"See!"

"You can't ask him! We've never had sex"

"Yet" Louis comments before taking a hit from his lit joint. Zayn kept the grin on his face while Liam only glares at his best friend.

"Alright enough of this gay talk, can we get drunk now" Niall speaks up, it being the longest sentence he's said. He clears his throat a bit, still feeling some pain to it but it was bearable for him.

"Hell yea!" Louis agrees and quickly grabs more shot glasses before pouring them each one.

"Um I'm not gonna have any" Zayn speaks up as Louis was filling up the fourth glass.

The blue eyed lad gives him a look before shrugging "Alright more for me" he says gladly before bringing one up as Liam and Niall follow "to a night celebrating me!" he exclaims happily before they all clink their glasses and down the vodka. 

Zayn sat back on the separate couch, watching the three enjoy themselves but mainly watching Liam. He wasn't ashamed if he got caught staring, if anything he couldn't stop himself.

It wasn't long when he was caught though because as Liam leaned toward the coffee table to set his glass down, he saw in the corner of his eye that Zayn was staring. When he turned to him, he felt his cheeks heat up and his mouth suddenly felt more dry than ever. Even when drunk its like Liam couldn't control the way he reacted toward him. Now that he knew how the brunette felt it made him feel more nervous.

"Is there something on my face?" he slurs and starts touching different parts of his face. Zayn lets out a small laugh and shakes his head but still doesn't say anything. Liam squints his eyes, trying to figure him out but this only made Zayn laugh some more "what's so funny?" he mumbles to him even though Louis and Niall were lost in their own conversation. He looked down to his shirt to see if he spilled anything but there was nothing there.