ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Good Morning

Author: orphan_account

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/765877

Summary:

It's the last weekend before the start of University. Oh, and Liam's birthday. Leave it up to Liam's best mate Louis to drag them all off to London for "a weekend you'll never forget." Liam doesn't think Louis' plans ever included meeting Zayn Malik... the one person who makes Liam's birthday anything but what he planned it to be

"Cheers to the women we love and the blowjobs they give! Let's make tonight beautiful."

It always starts out this way – a toast from Louis with words so crass and shot glasses held up high that Liam's quite certain this is going to be the best weekend of his life. Or the worst; it always differs whenever Louis Tomlinson is involved. In fact, everything plays a factor whenever Louis is involved.

Liam's used to it, the mild concern that truly turns into something massive after an hour or so. He's known Louis since he was three and Louis was a pretentious five year old, demanding Liam be his best mate because, well, "You don't have many choices. In fact, I'm certain I'm all you've got." That was the way Louis put it and, if he was smarter, he would've at least tried to find those other available options because, sometimes, Louis was more trouble than he was helpful. He was all bright blue eyes, silky brown hair slicked back, hands on his hips with Tom's on his feet, trousers rolled above his ankles and shirts too colorful for a box of Crayola's. And he was loud, unabashed, quite honest when it stung the most, and maddeningly forceful once he put his mind to something. But he had his moments, like this weekend when he's drug Liam clear out of Wolverhampton all the way to London to celebrate his birthday.

"Cheers to that lads," Niall crows, downing his shot of something clear and so strong that Liam's eyes water when he sniffs at it.

Niall's not much help when it comes to Louis. In fact, Liam thinks there should be some sort of law put in place that kept the two separate because Niall was too happy and free to know better than to go along with everything Louis suggests. And he does, wide smiles, thick Irish accent when he's drunk enough and crinkly sapphire eyes that light up even when the room is pitch black. He'd met Niall through Louis, during Tenth Year and Niall had just moved with his dad from Ireland, all braces, sun-bleached hair and an awkward goofiness Liam enjoyed, unless it was a combination of Louis and Niall, to which Liam knew he'd be explaining something horrible to his parents later on. He thinks sometimes Niall knows Louis' ideas are bad, incredibly bad, but he still goes along with them because why not? He's too carefree to know the meaning of the word "no," even though Liam's desperately tried to give him the proper definition: Louis fucking Tomlinson.

"Someone does have the number to the nearest hospital, right?" Liam asks, eyebrows raised and Niall's cackling as Louis flips him off, lips pursed sideways.

"Come on Liam," Harry advises, saluting Liam with his still filled shot glass, liquid spilling out and over his long fingers because Louis always over pours alcohol – it's like second nature. "If you make it through the weekend, then you didn't truly have a good birthday."

Louis grins at Harry, bright and adoring in that obnoxiously friendly way that only exists between Harry and Louis because, even though Liam considers Louis his best mate, sometimes he wonders has time replaced him by Harry who's all smiles, almost as carefree as Niall with the kind of cheekiness that makes anyone want to be his friend. Or simply fall for his charm, whichever came first.

Liam's lips tilt a little upside down, still eyeing his shot glass as Harry tips his head back and swallows his own, so damn eye-catching when he grins at Liam.