Ziam/Zouis

Chapter 5: Payne in My Arse

Zayn's p.o.v

"Seriously, you need to stop." Paul chuckled at my side, grinning widely.

"Zayn, I saw the entire situation. I could see your arousal. It was awful. You need birth control."

"PAUL!! Shut up! I do not. You need to go crawl under a rock." More or less maybe I should. Away from that...god.

Paul was laughing more as we got into his car. I stopped moving when I spotted Liam standing at the end of the lot, shivering next to the pile of snow and dirt.

Paul spotted him before I could speak. "Ey Liam! Need a lift?" He looked over at me with a wink.

Liam smiled when he heard those words, walking over to the car. "Hey Zayn."

I bit at my lip, climbing into the front seat as he took the seat behind me. "Liam."

I could feel those big brown puppy eyes burning a hole into the seat as he stared, a looked in the mirror. Shit he caught me.

He saw me peek in the mirror, smirking evilly. "Ya know Zayn, that's quite the mirror you got. It brings out your eyes."

I didn't realize how badly that comment got me to blush until Paul started laughing at me.

I rolled my eyes as Liam continued smiling in the backseat. Smiling madly. God. Stop it. You're killing me.

"What was that Zayn?"

I said that out loud and of COURSE that bastard hears it. God.

"I didn't say a word Liam. Now, mind telling Paul where you live?"

I heard Liam scoff, rolling his brown eyes as I stared at him through the mirror. He really is quite intriguing.

"...and you take a right at the end of the road."

Jesus, this guy is gonna be the death of me any moment with that stupid grin.

"Zayn you alright?" Paul chuckled, I guess I was dribbling slightly. Of course Liam grinning has that effect on me.

Liam continued to smirk, like the cheeky ass he is. Quite a good looking one though..

"Paul, Liam, please back off. And Paul you're an asshole. I hate you."

Liam raised his eyebrows, chuckling lightly. I noticed how brown his eyes are, brown and puppy-like. Large, the kind if eyes he could kill me with, easy to beg with. His puppy dog face?

Paul bit at his lip, zoning out to concentrate on which way Liam guided him. This guy, never give him directions. If he doesn't know where he is, even if you try explaining, you're still screwed.

"Zayn? Hello?" Louis still stood at the refrigerator, raising an eyebrow at me. His hands on his hips tightened his white Manchester United tank top. Of course not tight enough. This boy is muscular, but he's tiny too.

"Lou, I can't get him off my mind." I bit my lip, his oceanic blue eyes boring into me, as if they could burn a hole through my head. I never realized how gorgeous he is.

"Ya know what Zee, I've got idea. How about we eat," he opened the cupboards, "some popcorn and chocolate," reaching up to grab the popcorn, because of his small height, "drink some redbull, and play some Xbox. C'mon mate, please."

I rolled my eyes. Obviously Louis didn't think I'd fall for this. Louis is an animal. Literally. When he says play videogames, he really means attack you with popcorn, pin you on the floor until you let him win the match, spit redbull into the air (or in your face,) and yell at the game like a madman.