ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Suit & Tie

Author: happily_missyUntitled

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11628462

Summary:

Liam is an Econ Professor and he cannot stand the punk ass green haired Art TA from across the hall.

"Okay class, that's all for today, please have your outlines ready to turn in next class, before class starts," Liam said, his voice carrying across the classroom, watching as his 30 odd students gathered all of their things and slowly headed out.

Liam sighed contentedly - it had been a long day, but he was quite happy with the way his last lecture had gone. It hadn't been particularly riveting, but discussing the principles of microeconomics was as important as anything he taught. Turning his back to the straggling students, he adjusted his glasses, put on his suit jacket, and put his papers that he had to grade later in his sleek briefcase.

"Mr. Payne!" Liam turned his head around as one of his students called for him.

"Yes, Vero?"

"The art class across the hall left all their projects in the hallway again . It's clogging everything up," Vero said exasperatedly, and Liam was in complete agreement with her tone.

"Zayn ..." Liam whispered under his breath.

"What, sir?"

"Oh, nothing. Thank you for telling me, I will talk to their teacher about this, again. " Liam let out an annoyed sigh as his student left him alone in his classroom.

Zayn

Fucking Zayn. He was the TA for the art class across the hall, some punk ass senior with green hair and a nose ring and zero respect for anyone or anything. He pretty much ran that art class, the actual professor only showing up for exams, as far as Liam could tell, and Zayn insisted on having these elaborate class projects take place in the hallway. The hallway they shared . Zayn always allowed his students to leave all of their artwork over night. He insisted that it was fine because it was the last class of the day and no one would take it, plus he said it added to the scenery. Zayn kept saying how lifeless their building was before he got there, which was all bullshit in Liam's opinion. All the assignments were massive and messy. There were bedsheets spackled with paint taped to the wall, along with massive canvases, clay figurines, large metal sculptures, and an array of other assorted pieces littering the hallway; none of which Liam could possibly describe as art, but there they were, in his way everyday.

The whole thing was infuriating. Liam was tired of it, and it had been like this all semester. Every time he had talked to Zayn, the kid acted like he was overreacting, barely giving him the time of day, and just basically laughing at him and telling him, "It's no big deal mate, just loosen up and enjoy the art, yeah?"

Enjoy the art. What art? Fucking hell.

Liam straightened up, frustrated, and wiped his eyes under his glasses as he grabbed his things and went to lock up his classroom. He would just have to confront Zayn again and hope he would actually listen to him this time.

"Oi, watch where you're going, mate!" A sharp Bradford accent cut through the almost deserted hallway as Liam opened the door, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash a green.

" Shit!" Liam cursed loudly as Zayn almost knocked him over, skateboard in hand. What a fucking child.

"Why so tense, Liam?" Zayn turned around, a smirk plastered on his face, the green tips of his hair falling into his large brown eyes.

"Tense?" Liam barked back. "You're the one knocking me over, and it's Mr. Payne to you, please." Liam locked the door to his classroom and walked past Zayn in a huff. "Just cause you run a class doesn't suddenly make you my equal."