What About Lust, What About Trust [Ziam Smutty One-Shot]

A/N: This story is posted on my LJ (thevintagekey) and my AO3 (wednesdays), as well as my tumblr (athroughzayn), so don't be alarmed if you see this on one of those profiles. Unless it's one one of these three accounts, someone copied it ; please tell me if someone steals my work :)

WARNING: This story does contain gay sex. Lemon, smut, whatever you call it, it has it. If you're not into that kind of thing, I advise you to not read further. Please do not leave hate because it will be deleted and ignored. Constructive critisism is welcome, though!

P.S.: This is dedicated to Rhi, my best friend on here! She's an amazing writer and she's so supportive of my writing and being in general! Love youuuuu<3

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When he got in the car, he was perfectly fine.

How could this go wrong it's a brilliant plan it's great why didn't I think of this before-

The way there, he was chill.

Man, I'm smart, god I'm good. This is one of the greatest-

Once he stepped foot out of the car, he panicked.

What the hell is wrong with me fucking fuck this'll never work he'll just think I'm stupid oh god-

He overcame his fears.

Well, tried to.

You've got this, you have got this. Who are you? You're Zayn God Damn Malik, that's who. You can accomplish fucking anything, you smart bastard-

He stepped into the store, listening to the soft music playing over the speakers, hands trembling as he neared the "Cat Products" aisle.

Holy shit how do I even shop anymore god this is stupid what was I thinkin-

He eyed the various different flimsy bags, seeing some little ones with the smaller, grounded down amount, and other larger ones, still in leaf form, slightly withered. He touched a medium sized, powdered one, reading the price quickly before grasping it with slightly sweaty hands.

Yeah man, I got this, why did I think this was a bad idea? I'm bloody incredible-

He waited in line, casually reading the out of date animal magazine covers.

Wow 20% of hamster food is made of oil isn't that dangerous oh look at that yarn Liam would like that yarn-

It was finally his turn and he placed the bag and a bright yellow spool of yarn on the conveyor belt, attempting to not make eye contact with the old lady who was giving him a strange glance, glancing between the bag and him.

What is socializing who are people what are people how do I speak englishd jerq[abfu-

He read the bright green digital numbers on the cash register.

MEDIUM CATNIP ------ £7.20

Mother of God he's actually doing this fuck shit fucking hell-

"That'll be £7.20, sir." The old woman croaked, bagging the string and drugs. He sent her a smile, which probably resembled more of a grimace, and handed her the notes. He found himself looking around to make sure no one was watching, and didn't know why.

It's not like he's doing anything particularly bad per se-

You're drugging your kitten you fucking dimwit-

Shut up! It's for good cause-

"Thank you, have a nice day." She cleared her throat, handing him the bag. He took it and practically bolted outside, speeding away before he could change his mind.