Ziam oneshots ✔️

Oblivious ;)

Liam looked down at the glass he was holding in his hand, bored. He didn't know why he let Niall and Louis convince him to go out to the bar. They knew that it wasn't his scene, but he let himself be convinced that he should come out to the bar with the whole team. Louis, Niall, Harry, Josh, Zayn, Sandy and Liam were all at the bar, but the only one that wasn't having the time of their life was none other than Liam.

He sat there at the bar, swirling his whiskey in his glass. He wasn't exactly the social-able type, but he felt rather ridiculous sitting alone at the bar after he'd came in with six other people besides himself. It was rather strange that he was sitting there while every one else was dancing and having fun.

Liam looked around the crowded bar, spotting Sandy chatting with a tall, dark, and handsome man. He was gorgeous, and Liam wouldn't mind being in his shoes himself. Louis was wrapped around Harry in a romantic sort of way, and Niall was sitting with Josh, his boyfriend and Zayn was grinding himself on some hot girl he'd definitely be taking home tonight... oh yeah, he couldn't he's gotta drive me home. (Your driver said he's stuck in the snow I said there's no way I'm not walking you home-)

Liam groaned and downed his drink before slamming the glass down on the bar in frustration. God, why did I agree to this? He couldn't believe he'd agreed to this bullshit. He was grumpy and wondering why he'd even thought he might want to go?

"Oi pretty boy," Liam jumped when he felt Zayn's breath on his neck. Liam turned quickly around to look at Zayn, who smirked at the boy. "What are you doing?" Zayn asked and Liam sighed deeply and looked at his empty glass.

"Getting drunk." Liam stated the obvious, and Zayn rolled his eyes.

"Obviously." He said, looking over Zayn who'd had two glasses of whiskey already. "Why, though?" He asked, and Zayn groaned.

"Can't I just get drunk without it being a federal investigation?" He asked, and waved down the bartender. The bartender gave him another whiskey, and Liam started sipping on his newly refilled drink.

"Yes," Zayn said, and looked down at Liam. "But you don't drink, pretty boy. You eat jelly beans, and chips, you drink water, or soda. You don't get drunk." He said logically and Liam groaned quietly in frustration.

"Not typically, however tonight is just one of them nights." Liam said, looking down at his drink.

"Well, why is that?" Zayn asked, and Liam looked down at his cup. He was bored, tired, and over-all very disappointed in his night. All Liam really wanted to do was go home. He realized, and fully understood that the reason he was so pissed off and grumpy was because he was crushing hardcore on Zayn fucking Malik and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt Zayn would never, ever reciprocate the feelings. Obviously Liam couldn't tell Zayn that, but he could always beat around the bush. He could tell the truth without telling the entire truth.

"Relationship issues." Liam said curtly. The annoyance of Zayn asking, plus the irritation of having to lie was making him slightly bitter.

"Oooh pretty boy gotta woman?" Zayn asked, a hint of an edge to his voice. Liam didn't even notice that Zayn was slightly tense.

"Not a woman." Liam replied, taking a long, deliberate drink of his whiskey.

"Oh...?" Zayn asked, and then it seemed to dawn on him as a look of something splashed across his face before he mumbled out a "Oh..."

"Yeah, oh." Liam said boredly. He didn't feel like explaining anything more to Zayn than he had already assumed.

"So, what's the problem?" Zayn asked, and Liam shrugged.