“So what do you think?” Liam asks, coming into Zayn’s dressing room. Zayn turns around, his eyes the size of saucers because he had caught a glimpse of Liam in the mirror he had been staring at.
“Wow, you should wear pink more often,” Zayn teases, as Liam comes forward to stand right in front of him, the small of Zayn’s back pressed against the edge of his dressing table, as Liam surrounds him.
“And you should dress up like a girl more often,” Liam says back, pulling a little at Zayn’s dangling earring.
“Haha, very funny,” Zayn rolls his eyes, “Don’t even think that I have forgiven you for not standing up for me when they gave me this lady role.”
“I am glad I didn’t,” Liam smirks, he has been doing that a lot lately, “because then I wouldn’t have ever got to see how perfect your ass looks in-“
“Oh my god shut up Leeyum,” Zayn cuts him off, also Liam has just squeezed his ass and fuck his life if that isn’t hot, “This is no time to turn me on.”
He hides his pink face in Liam’s neck and hears Liam chuckle above.
“Maybe I should take you home like this, we can sneak out before they can change you back, and then-“
“Maybe you can fuck me wearing this,” Zayn breathes into his neck, his hand going up to toy with a light pink headband Liam is wearing.
“You are a nasty little beast Zayn Malik,” Liam says, the smirk still painted on his face.
And before Zayn can reply, there is sound of a door creaking open causing them both to jump apart. Louis and Harry come trotting into the room, Niall behind them. Harry is already in his get up, Niall and Louis are in their usual clothes. Niall looks like he has been recently fucked.
“I knew we would find them here,” Louis says, as he comes inside, kicking the door behind them close and takes the nearest couch. Niall falls on it, beside Louis, with an exasperated sigh, whereas Harry just stands leaning carefully against the wall, toying with a pair of black framed glasses.
“What do you want?” Liam asks, Zayn detecting a hint of annoyance in his voice. Louis fails to perceive it though, Niall is too darn tired to, and Harry just keeps staring, quizzically.
“I wanted a couch,” Louis says, “And so did Niall.”
“I am so tired mate,” Niall states the obvious, “They put like so many layers of clothing on me and I was sweating like a pig. Thank god we are done!”
“It was fun though,” Louis says, “Different.”
“Yeah,” Harry mutters, so not interested in the conversation.
“How long till you are done Zayn?” Louis asks.
“I don’t know, Lou asked me to wait so that is what I am doing,” Zayn says, turning back towards the mirror.
“You look hot,” Louis comments.
“Yeah, I was thinking the same,” Niall says, “If you weren’t my best friend, I would do you.”
“Why are you here again?” Liam says, glaring at Niall.
“Its loud outside, also no spare couches,” Niall says, not acknowledging the glare.
Harry does though, saying, “Why are you here though, Liam? Weren’t you supposed to be changing? All of your scenes are done, after all.”
“Yeah, why are you here Liam?” Louis asks, like he has caught on this fact just now.
“I came to check up on why Zayn was taking so long,” Liam answers, unblinkingly. He is also getting good at lying, Zayn mentally remarks.
“Right,” Harry says, “Whatever you say. Anyway Zayn, be quick. We have our scenes to shoot. I am going to go change.”
And with that Harry goes out.
“Okay, I am not going to care what that was all about, instead I am going to lie here on Niall, and take a nap,” Louis yawns, doing exactly that.
Zayn steals a glance at Liam, who is staring at him, with a stony look on his face. Zayn smirks at him, whispers, “I thought green didn't look good on you, I was wrong.”
Liam bites his lip and glares.
