ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

I want a boy who will laugh for no one else

Author: thatsoulforyouisinme

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1866897

Summary:

Liam doesn't think this is a good time to point out the fact that there are literally hundreds of photos of all of them shirtless on the internet. He also thinks it doesn't matter, because no matter what Liam says or explains, Zayn just wants a proper excuse to fuck Liam so hard he screams, and really, Liam's alright with that.

OR, the one where Liam strips off his shirt on stage and Zayn gets jealous and takes out his his frustrations on Liam's ass.

"That show was wicked awesome," Harry exclaims as they all crowd into the hotel elevator to head up to their rooms.

"Tell us for the millionth time, Haz," Louis says with a little bite in his voice, although he's smiling and his eyes are bright with amusement, and more than a little fond.

"Piss off," Harry says good naturedly, grinning so widely his dimples show prominently.

It had been a great show. Which is why Liam doesn't understand the way Zayn's looking at him right now, dark and intense in a way that Liam knows means that Zayn's gonna be pushing him into his room the second they get off this elevator.

"Yeah," Zayn mutters. "Liam had a damn good time, didn't he? Pouring water all over himself like we was at a damn wet t-shirt contest."

The boys all laugh, but Liam knows that he's in trouble.

"The girls loved it," Niall says. "Wish I could make them scream like that."

"I actually thought I was going to go deaf this time," Louis grumbles at the same time that Harry says, "But you can make girls scream, we can hear them through the walls at night sometimes."

That makes all of them, even Zayn, laugh until their sides ache. The elevator arrives, and Liam's shocked when Zayn goes off on his own, brushing Liam off when Liam offers to come with.

Liam went off with the rest of the lads to Louis's room, but he's only half into what's going on. He smiles half heartedly when he's supposed to, but he can't really pay attention when all he can think about is Zayn and whether or not everything is alright.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Louis cries out, voice so loud that Liam jumps and looks up in alarm.

"What's wrong?"

"You, Payno," Niall says, clapping him on the back.

Liam looks away guiltily. He had sort of been ignoring them. "Sorry boys. I'm just, stuck in my head a bit, yeah? I'm fine though, promise."

"Come off it," Harry scoffs. Then in a softer tone he says, "It's Zayn, yeah? He's had enough time to cool off, you should go talk to him."

They don't talk much about whatever it is between him and Zayn, but all the boys (and he suspects half their staff) must know that something's going on. They cover for them, but no one ever talks about it out loud, so Liam blushes.

"Well, uh, I might do that," Liam murmurs, looking at his fingertips.

"C'mon, get outta here and go talk to your man," Niall says encouragingly, smiling widely as he says it.

"Yeah, and no hickies this time, we've got a photoshoot tomorrow," Louis scolds.

Harry grins. "Lou was so pissed last time."