So the afterparty isn't exactly what Zayn expected.
Actually, it's nowhere near what Zayn expected.
Not at all.
Things happen.
Weird things.
Weird things that include getting his pants caught on the watch of the man who is potentially ruining his life by existing and being, well... him.
And his pants? The ones he wore to impress said man? They're gone. And now said man is in the bathroom with Zayn trying to get the wine he spilled from jerking back before he realized he was caught, out of his nice white shirt.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry Zayn. I'm so so so sorry." Liam rushes.
Zayn shakes his head, "It's alright, really. I just need Louis to bring those sweatpants out of his car and then me and you can leave, okay? Let everyone else stay at this rubbish party."
"Okay," Liam smiles and nods, "that sounds nice."
"I doubt spending your evening with me sounds nice, but thanks for sparing my feelings." he continues dabbing at his shirt, cursing when it does nothing to fix the problem.
He notices Liam has stopped and looks up, "What is it?"
Liam pouts, "Don't say stuff like that about yourself." he runs his thumb across Zayn's cheekbone and Zayn leans into the touch. Liam seems to realize what he's doing and a moment later he pulls back and clears his throat.
"Let's just- let's just wait for Louis to bring those pants, yeah?" he suggests.
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Zayn and Liam take Louis' car (with permission of course) and ride to the all-night coffee shop nearby.
Zayn forgets the fact that he's wearing a button up with red wine on the front and sweats with dress shoes for a while because Liam's with him. That's enough to make him forget his own name.
"Soo..." Liam says once they're seated.
"Soo..."
"I wanna apologize again for making you spill your drink on yourself."
Zayn scowls at him, "It wasn't your fault, Liam."
"Still." Liam says quietly, "Can I make it up to you?"
Zayn cocks an eyebrow, make it up to him?
"How?"
"I don't know." he says before putting his elbows on the table and hiding his face in his hands, "I had an idea but it's.. but it's stupid."
"C'mon now Liam," Zayn teases, poking the shy boy, "tell me."
He mumbles something into his hands and Zayn doesn't understand any of it.
"What? Speak up, mate."
Liam slowly lifts his face from his hands, "A date." he breathes out, not looking at Zayn, "I want to take you on a date."
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