Love, Ziam

Replay (Liam's POV)

I feel every inch of my body ache from touring without break all week. Some of it was fun, like the time Niall's basketball landed square on his face or the time Tommo and I drenched eachother from head to toe with water, or the time I 'accidently' tripped and landed on Zayn's lips... Zayn, just thinking about his name gives me an uneasy feeling in my stomach, but in a good way, a really really good way. He always smells like fine wine and lemons, a perfect combination of smell that I always want to breathe in. When I'm with the other boys, I'm normal. I'm just Me, Liam James Payne. And then Zayn enters the room and everything becomes whoozy, like being on a roller coaster that moves in reverse on a loop. I'm normally very much confident and I generally don't perspire a lot but it's quite the opposite when it comes to Zayn. I stammer and stutter to get out one coherent sentence and Tommo might as well have drenched me again cause that's how much I sweat if Zayn smiles at me. I know I'm an overthinking and I analyse everything a little too much but my gut tells me that Zayn seemed to like the 'accidental' landing of my lips on his. I think I saw a tiny hint of cautious smile playing at the corner of his lips. I vividly remember Tommo smirking when I told him it was an accident and he went "Yeah, sure lad" Why do I even try? He knows me like the back of his hand and he knows it was no accident. I had planned the whole scene out for hours and executed it with perfection. Zayn was made to stand exactly where he was by Harry who was engaging him in a conversation about Bollywood music (which he knows nothing about), Tommo was made to chase me around with a huge bottle of Blue Gatorade which he threated to pour on my plain white t-shirt, and Nialler was made to throw the basketball in frustration exactly two feet from Zayn, on which I 'accidently' tripped, yelled Zayn's name to grab his attention, and when his eyes widened with both shock and concern, I timed it perfectly so that my lips would land on his even though he brought his hands up in order to catch me from falling. The boys were well aware of the entire plan except for the final plot where I ended up kissing Zayn, even if it was for a brief moment. And every bit of ache I'm feeling right now is worth that one brief kiss. And at some level, I think Z knows it too. I just can't sleep because the picture perfect kiss is keeping me awake and frankly I don't wanna sleep because then I'll have to shut down my brain and that means my brain will have to stop replaying that kiss over and over again and I don't think I'm ready for that. I know I'll look like a severely dehydrated dying pigeon if I don't get my rest but again, it'll still be worth it because I got to kiss Zayn. Sweet little Z. But I guess I do need my rest for my brain to plan another elaborate scenario where I can kiss Zayn again and this time it cannot be because I tripped on a basketball cause c'mon that's really sus. I'm closing my notes app or I know I'll go into another hour long rant about the perfection of that kiss.

UPDATE: I looked up Google and realised that the 'uneasy' feeling I get whenever I see Z is apparently called as butterflies in the stomach. Well, butterflies does sound better than uneasy feeling.