ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Jealously

Author: Rory Croft

Link: https://rorycroft.tumblr.com/post/27783598254/jealously-a-ziam-one-shot

Zayn swung his arm around Niall's neck and pulled him in. Niall smiled and leaned into the embrace, placing one hand on Zayn's chest and nuzzling into his neck. The gesture was nothing out of ordinary for them, so the boys just shrugged it off. Well, most of them.

Liam watched them from behind his computer. He studied the way Zayn's fingers brushed against the ends of Niall's hair as he pulled away, grasping the back of his neck. Niall's smile was bright, as usual, lighting up his whole face as he spoke to Zayn. His hand hung on Zayn's forearm like an afterthought. They were far enough away and speaking low enough that Liam couldn't hear exactly what they were saying, but Niall's laugh was loud enough to still reach him. Zayn smiled warmly at the younger man, his eyes sparkling.

As if he could feel him staring, Zayn glanced in Liam's direction. Their eyes locked briefly. Zayn smirked and raised an eyebrow. Liam, refusing to let Zayn see him flustered, looked back down at his computer. He opened twitter and began typing a tweet, but erased it when he noticed his spelling was worse than usual.

The couch bounced against the wall as Zayn plopped down next to him. He leaned over Liam's shoulder, trying to see the screen, but Liam turned it away. He wasn't hiding anything, of course, but for some reason, he didn't want Zayn looking at his computer.

"You alright?" Zayn asked. Liam shrugged and didn't meet his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Liam says. Zayn was about to say something else, but Paul walked into the room and announced it was time for sound check. Liam got up before Zayn could stop him, and exited the room.

***

Liam pushed the door open to their hotel room. The tension between the two could practically be felt, but neither of them had time to address until then. Zayn was the one to break the ice.

"What's wrong with you tonight?" he asked as he stepped out of his shoes. Liam shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the chair.

"You know what my problem is," Liam said. The smirk, the way he raised his eyebrows at him—he knew exactly what he was doing. Liam looked over at him, and even then, there was a ghost of a smile playing on Zayn's lips. He knew exactly what was wrong with him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Zayn lied. He sat on he edge of the bed and leaned back on his hands, his biceps flexing under his shirt.

"You think you're such hot shit, don't you?" Liam asked. "Like you're so hot that no one can resist you."

"Well, weren't you 'straight' before you met me?" Zayn asked smugly.

"Don't be an asshole," Liam said. "It doesn't work on me."

"I like when you get angry."

"Fuck you," Liam spat.

"No, fuck you," Zayn said, smiling. Liam glared at him. "Oh, my God. You're actually upset."

"Yes, Zayn, I'm actually upset!" Liam said, practically shouting now. "Must you spend so much time flirting with Niall in front of me?"

"Would you prefer I do it when you're not looking?"

"I'd prefer if you didn't do it at all!" he yelled. "If you want him, go. Don't sit here and make me think you care!"

Zayn got to his feet quickly and took two long steps toward Liam. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means if this is just a fuck to you, go to Niall," Liam said. "I don't have time for it."