ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Wicked Games 1

Author: littleleeds

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/620857/chapters/1120424

Summary:

Liam has a secret crush on Niall's drug dealer Zayn, so when he decides to try weed, Zayn is there to distract him.

Adjusting his snapback out of his face, Niall leaned forward off his couch, clicking furiously on the buttons of his controller and attempting to stab multiple, fictional zombies at once. Once he died he tossed his controller beside him and grabbed for his phone. He had heard it ring several times while he was involved in his game, but had chosen to ignore it up until this moment. Scrolling through the pages of apps, he clicked on his phone button to call back Liam, his best friend. How they remained friends, a lot of people didn't understand. Niall was a laid-back, go with the flow kind of guy. He didn't worry much about school, and got on alright if he was asked. He hung out with a lot of stoners and a lot of what people called the "antisocial" crowd. Liam, on the other hand, was exactly the opposite. Always uptight, Liam stressed over school and grades and playing football. He liked to drink, but would never have touched drugs and thought smoking was disgusting. Tonight, all of that was about to change. Niall dialed the familiar number and waited patiently for his best friend to pick up, lighting a fag in the meantime.

Liam was waiting on the other side of the phone line with earnest, deciding that he needed Niall now more than ever. He knew that Niall would know where to get something to help him relax. Tonight, Liam found out that he was going to be valedictorian and he had decided that it was about time for him to take a night to himself; to think about nothing, and indulge in the peace of mind that Niall was always babbling about. His hands shook with nerves as he scooped his phone off his bed and answered it in one swift motion, "Hey Nialler." He took a deep breath and began to explain the situation about being valedictorian, but he could actually hear Niall losing interest, so he got to the point. "I want some..." his voice dropped a few decibels lower, "marijuana." He coughed and looked around him like the true paranoid that he was, before he decided it was safe and waited for Niall's response. He didn't know where this urge had come from, but he refused to believe that it was because of Niall's very attractive drug dealer. He shuddered at the words, a drug dealer! He was attracted to a drug dealer, who was completely out of his league. He sighed heavily into the phone and vowed to himself that he would pay Niall for the weed and just get it from him, cutting out the sexy and mysterious drug dealer whose name he didn't remember. He was almost sure it started with an "S," or maybe it was a "Z..."

"Li!" Niall's tone was sarcastically scandalized as he laughed heartily into the phone. Liam's cheeks flamed significantly and he was suddenly very thankful to be alone. He counted his lucky stars and sat down on his bed, fumbling with the wad of cash in his free hand. Niall was quieting up now, and Liam was trying to get his nerves under control as Niall spoke again, "How much you want, mate?" Stirring the question in his mind, Liam had no idea how to respond. How much was a normal amount? What if he got too much and died or had some type of heart failure? He was fairly certain that his mom's father had a heart attack or high blood pressure or something. He ran through his family history in his head and tried to make a quick list of the pros and cons before Niall was blabbering again and interrupting his concentration, "Liam?" Niall was chuckling again and Liam tried his best to focus on the actual conversation he was having with him, rather than going through all the possible complications of smoking pot. "Tell ya what? We'll split an eighth. That's about €27." Liam flipped the bills in his hand and nodded, deciding that it was fair enough. After telling Niall he agreed, he suggested that Liam come over so his parents wouldn't catch onto the plan. Tossing his phone back onto the bed, Liam got up and walked over to the mirror, surveying his casual clothing choices. He sighed and tried to go through his drawers to find something that didn't scream innocence. Settling on a plain, fitted black t-shirt, Liam ran his head over his buzzed hair. He was stalling at this point, and decided he had better get on with it or else it would never happen.
By the time he got to Niall's, his friend was once again immersed in one of his video games, profanities stumbling over one another on the way out of his mouth. Liam walked in casually, knowing that Niall's mom worked late and that his dad just never seemed to be around. He was still very nervous, despite the fact that he knew he would be safe with Niall. He trusted him well enough, especially since Niall had been smoking this stuff since the beginning of high school and knew what was good and what wasn't Liam even knew a thing or two due to the fact that he had listened to Niall complain about it. He knew what certain pieces were and wondered idly which of Niall's they would be using tonight. Sitting next to Niall on the couch, he broached the subject with forced casualty, "So, where is it?" Liam clapped his hands together awkwardly and fished his hand through his pocket to pull out his money.
Niall cast him a sidelong glance and shook his head, putting one hand up and motioning Liam to stop whatever it was he was doing. Still focused on his game, he explained the situation as quickly as possible without getting distracted, "Uh yeah, Zayn's running a bit late." He cleared his throat and cursed again, screaming into the mic of his console. "Damnit. Anyway, he had a bit to do before this. Should be here any time." He nodded his head toward the door as if to reiterate the fact that Zayn was indeed coming here. As if Liam hadn't heard him the first and time. Panic spread through Liam as he realized that this was, in fact, the exact drug dealer that he was trying to avoid. He imagined the boy's tattoo-lined arms and the way his lips held in each drag of his cigarettes. Disgusting cigarettes, Liam reminded himself as he fantasized. He couldn't help it, when Zayn smoked it wasn't quite so disgusting to him. It was almost a forbidden desire that Liam wanted only when he watched Zayn do it, and he was overwhelmed by the fact that he would have to sit with Zayn and try to make conversation with him. Zayn was a bad boy Adonis, and Liam was a teddy bear. There was no competition.
Just as Liam successfully dejected himself and became convinced that this boy was going to completely dismiss him as silly and immature, a knock came at the door. Niall looked at Liam as if to convey 'Well, I'm not going to get it,' so he pulled himself off the couch to get the door for what was undoubtedly going to be Zayn. Liam talked himself down and took a deep breath before he pulled open the door. As soon as he got sight of him, Liam's self-esteem was knocked down a few pegs. Zayn was wearing Ray Bans, which confused Liam as it was nighttime, and a denim jacket over a white t-shirt. His jeans were rather snug, and his combat boots left heavy footfalls as he walked into Niall's living room. He nodded in Liam's direction before putting his sunglasses up over his perfectly sculpted quiff and holding his hand out, "Hey mate, I'm Zayn." His perfect smile just added to Liam's self-loathing as he repeatedly prayed for the strength to act casual.
Nodding as if he already knew, which he sort of did, Liam responded as cheerfully as he could muster, "Liam. S'nice to meet you." He immediately wished he could grab the words out of the air and bring them back; that was probably too formal. Who acts as if they're thrilled to meet a drug dealer? He sighed and followed as the taller of them walked towards Niall and gave him a quick one-armed hug before sitting on the love seat where Liam had taken residence only a few moments before. He panicked momentarily over where he was going to sit, before choosing the far end of the same couch that Zayn sat on and continuing to try and act nonchalant. He looked back and forth between Niall and Zayn as Niall shut off his gaming console and focused solely on the task at hand. He looked at the money that Liam was still holding stupidly in his left hand and, struggling to catch on at first, Liam rushed to hand the money over once he realized that they were waiting on him. He watched the rest of the transaction with a blank expression, trying to cover up his innocence as well as his curiosity.
As if reading his mind, Niall chuckled and looked up at Liam, "This is Liam's first time." Liam wanted to lunge at Niall right there, as he felt the color creep up on his cheeks. He watched Zayn look at him curiously before his face broke out into a brilliant smile that left Liam stunned momentarily. He decided that Zayn should probably just walk around smiling like that all of the time, rather than his usual (perhaps equally as attractive) smolder. His smile was much less intimidating and Liam felt himself gravitate a bit towards the boy, getting more relaxed in his place on the couch. He shrugged off Niall's comment as they continued to talk and Zayn reached into his pocket and pulled out a small baggie of green, crystalized chunks of plant. Liam saw the light glint off it for a split second before Zayn was shoving a piece of it into a small, circular device and twisting the top on it. Liam's eyes furrowed in confusion, wondering quietly to himself what in God's name the boy was doing. Niall must have caught onto his expression because he laughed again and leaned back into his couch, putting his feet on his coffee table and responded, "It's a grinder, Liam." Niall sat back and sighed, explaining it to him in laments terms "It grinds the weed up so we can smoke it, yeah? Can't smoke it like that." He motioned to the baggie that now sat on the table which was packed to the brim with individual pieces of weed.
Again, Liam saw Zayn smiling to himself, his hands overtaking the grinder as he opened it. Liam could already smell the weed and his nose crinkled in distaste; he never really liked the smell much. His mind was still wondering why Zayn kept smiling to himself, as Liam had never seen him smile at school or the few times he had seen him in passing. He seemed to be a lot more cheerful of a person than he let on. Either that or, Liam indulged himself, he was smiling because he thought of Liam's innocence as something that was cute or funny, not annoying or immature. Completely ignoring Niall's presence, Liam leaned closer to Zayn and watched as he delicately packed the weed into a pipe, pressing down on it with his fingers and rubbing his finger along the edge to get any excess. When he was finished, he looked up and for a moment their eyes came together. Zayn's were dark and explosive, almost like a warning sign for anyone who was going to come near him. He was dangerous, but it was so incredibly enticing that Liam didn't think he'd ever get enough. Unfortunately, Zayn had cleared his throat and broke the gaze before it had even began, announcing a little too loudly, "It's good to go." He handed the bowl to Niall who pulled out a lighter from...somewhere; Liam hadn't been really paying any attention to him. Niall lit the bowl first, inhaling the smoke quickly and releasing it through his mouth in little circles. Niall and Zayn both laughed and Liam joined in, although he was still confused on how he did it.
Zayn hit the bowl and Liam watched as he threw his head back. He tilted his head and licked his lips absent mindedly at the free skin that Zayn was flaunting. Obviously, he resisted the urge to pepper and nip at his neck even though the desire to do so was deep inside of his stomach, making it flip. By the time the bowl got to Liam, his nerves were shot and he was shaking with anticipation. He thought he had the idea figured out from watching the two of them, and although he felt both of their eyes on him, the pressure was winding down now. Just one hit, and it'd all be over. Liam brought the bowl to his lips and pressed his thumb against the rush on the side, flicking the lighter and bringing the flame to the drugs and feeling them hit his lungs like a ton of bricks. He released the rush and handed the bowl back to Niall, exhaling and coughing like a fool in front of the both of them, "Ugh," he groaned and coughed again, "That's unpleasant." He rolled his eyes at their amused expressions and fell back into the couch, resigned to do it until he could hold it in like the rest of them.
After a few more hits, Liam's mouth was dry and his eyes were heavy. He ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth a few times to try and escape the desert within; to no avail. His throat and mouth were parched and just as he was about to get up and get himself a drink, Zayn spoke, "Shall we go for round two, boys?" He chuckled and Niall enthusiastically nodded. Zayn turned to Liam as he pulled the grinder back into his hands, his eyes searching for Liam's approval. His thoughts clouded from the weed he had already smoked, Liam nodded along with the idea and pushed himself off the couch to get a drink. Walking into the kitchen, he heard the heavy steps of Zayn behind him and whipped around to face him. He wondered why he had followed him and a rush of thoughts came to his mind as Zayn walked over to the trash can, "Gotta empty it first." He half-smiled and tapped the side of the trash can with the bowl, emptying the ash remnants of the past bowl packs. He walked over towards Liam and leaned on the counter beside him, watching as Liam bent over and grabbed himself a water bottle. "So, Liam..." He smiled again, his eyes sparkling and his pink lips looking as inviting as ever to Liam.
Liam cleared his throat and opened his water bottle, immediately chugging half of it, to Zayn's amusement. Hearing the boy chuckle at him, Liam panted a little before accusing, "You're laughing at me!" He shook his head and took another, much smaller, sip of his water bottle. He raised an eyebrow and amazed himself with the casual banter that came out of his mouth and somehow felt natural, "You know, that's not very nice. We just met. I could be very sensitive." Liam laughed and decided that maybe weed wasn't so bad. If he could talk to the god-like Zayn Malik, maybe he could grow used to the smell and the coughing and the terrible cotton mouth. He looked down as these thoughts entered his mind, biting on his lip nervously but pleased that his face wasn't heating up as it usually would.
He felt Zayn's hand on his hip first, and then just a finger under his chin, dragging his gaze up to meet the boy's brooding dark eyes. He didn't look displeased, quite the contrary actually, but his eyes managed to make any moment seem intense. Liam wondered if there was any way that a person could possibly get used to staring into those eyes, and then decided he might not mind finding out. He breath was caught in his throat, his palms were getting clammy, and his teeth were still attached to his bottom lip up until the moment Zayn ran his thumb across it, "It's also not very nice to stare, is it?" Liam was blushing a million shades darker than natural as Zayn's lips turned up into his signature smirk. He brushed his palm against Liam's cheek and patted him there gently, leaning forward so that his lips were practically against Liam's ear, "That's a lovely shade on you." He chuckled a final time before grabbing the bowl back off the counter top and sauntering back into the living room; leaving Liam temporarily paralyzed.