ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Young and Beautiful

Author: HeroesNeeded

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/88538

Part 1: Burn

Summary:

Just a friendly game of Hide 'N Seek.

Work Text:

He is pushing himself through the grinding bodies.

He is being shoved and rubbed up against, but he doesn't need to dance. He needs a place to hide. The dubstep music pounds to the beat of the dancing people's hearts.

Liam is almost out of time. He would be coming to look for him in—Liam glances at his watch—two minutes.

He bites his lip as he reaches the back of the club. Liam's going to be found and when he's found... he shivers.

The sweat rolls off his skin and his blood is pounding throughout his body. He's panting in fear because he needs more time.

He glances over his shoulder because he has that chill like he's being watched. But that can't be right because he still has—one minute—Liam gulps and looks around in panic.

He sees a bar with a friendly enough looking bartender. Liam claims a seat and puts his head down into his hands. He's not going to make it.

Liam swallows and glances at the bartender.

He thought he could hide in the sweaty bodies, the mixed colognes and perfumes, the smell of different alcohol but he's not so sure anymore.

He will be found. Liam's eyes widen in panic when he hears the tiny sound of his alarm going off on his watch. He has no time left. All he has to do is wait—the pounding in his ears gets louder.

Liam jumps when he feels a hand grip his shoulder.

He turns around with wide eyes and stiffens when he realizes it's not him. This is going to make it worse.

"You alright there, mate?" The tall dark man questions, mischief glistens in his eyes. He's wearing a stupid leather jacket and skinny jeans and a cocky grin. Liam gives a shaky nod and tries to nicely shove the hand that is sitting on his shoulder.

"You look like you could use a drink or maybe some company." He grins and tilts his head towards the bartender who starts to fix their drinks.

"No.. no, I'm ok." Liam whispers. He doesn't need this because he's already in trouble, but this guy is going to make it worse.

"You sure? You look like you could use a friend." The guy grins and scoots the drink he got for Liam closer.

Liam doesn't want the drink or this guy's friendship. All he wants is for this persistent fuck to leave him alone so he can wait for him.

The guy shakes his black hair and frowns when Liam doesn't grab his drink, "Listen," he narrows his eyes. "I got you this drink out of the kindness of my heart. I'll be real upset if you don't have some."

Liam's eyebrows furrow because this is not what he fucking signed up for. "I told you I don't want your company and I didn't want a drink. So, if you could leave me that would be great." Liam hisses and moves to stand up but the guy wraps a firm tattooed hand around Liam's wrist. Liam's eyes narrow to his hand.

"If you're going to be difficult, I will drag you to my car and take you home." He growls and his eyes flash a quick red. Liam's eyes widen because fuck he should have realized and the guy chuckles darkly, "Now, sit the fuck down and take your drink. Because you're looking rather tasty tonight and I just might take you home anyways." The guy smirks and keeps his hand around Liam's wrist.