ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Most Poetic Ride or Die Death Wish

Author: LetTheMusicMoveYou

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20660387/chapters/49064345

Summary:

It was Niall's idea, as most of his terrible life choices usually are. "Just give it a try Li. Swipe on some pictures, chat up a few birds, and see where it goes. What's the worst that could happen?"

That appears to have been a rhetorical question.

It seems that sober Liam has completely left the building. Which is probably why his age has accidentally been entered in as 27 instead of 26.

Probably also how his preference was set to men.

(Or the one where Niall convinces Liam to join Tinder and a slight miscommunication might make it the best mistake he's ever made.)

Title from Propaganda by BANKS

Notes:

Slight Trigger Warning: this fic involves discussions of sexuality/sexual orientations. There's nothing degrading or malicious but just want you to be aware incase that's something that is sensitive for you.

Chapter Text

Liam's never been a quitter. He's always prided himself on sticking with things even when they get unbearably hard.

But in this case he may need to cut his losses.

He'd been lonely is the thing. And he wasn't necessarily getting any younger, a fact that his mother and multiple other women in his extended family are quick to point out any chance they get. They mean well, but if he has to endure another excruciatingly awful date with some random girl from his aunt's Yoga class he might try to choke himself on the cheap wine just to get out of it.

That, and a series of various never-to-be-mentioned-again relationship missteps have led him to now.

Downloading Tinder.

This is rock bottom, and also maybe not a great idea after an undetermined amount of double Vodka sodas. It was Niall's idea, as most of his terrible life choices usually are. "Just give it a try Li. Swipe on some pictures, chat up a few birds, and see where it goes. What's the worst that could happen?"

That appears to have been a rhetorical question.

It seems that sober Liam has completely left the building. Which is probably why his age has accidentally been entered in as 27 instead of 26.

Probably also how his preference was set to men.

***

Liam wakes up feeling like his head has been put in a fishbowl, or perhaps the blender Harry's always making those blasted green drinks in, or anything else equally unpleasant.

He groans as he pulls the duvet over his head in a futile attempt to stop the sunlight streaming through his bedroom window from poking needles into his eyes.

After he allows his head and stomach a few minutes to reach at least a bit of an equilibrium he slaps his hand out blindly for his phone on the side table. Luckily drunk Liam had enough hindsight to plug it in before falling into bed in a stupor. Thoughtful idiot.

It's not until the little screen lights up in front of him, with a string of notifications, that the night before really comes flooding back.

Shit.