Niam One-Shots

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Another one of my favorite one-shots!

Summary: Prompt: Liam, a music student at Uni taking a photography class, is desperate to find himself a model to photograph for his first project. After some persuasion from his friend and fellow DJ, Zayn, he posts a "Model Wanted" sign on the Uni noticeboard. Much to his surprise, someone answers.

Link:: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3410855

Enjoy!!!

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"I dunno what I'm gonna do, Zee," Liam sighed, hitching his bag up on his shoulder as he and his friend walked away from the Uni.

"Ask people?" Zayn replied as though it were obvious.

"I can't just go up to people and ask if they'll model for me, Zayn!" Liam exclaimed, eyes wide.

Shrugging, Zayn suggested, "Put up a notice on the board of the main building. People're bound to see it. Just stick your email address on it and what you want them to do."

Liam rubbed his hands down his face. "But anyone who would do it already has a friend they'll model for."

"No harm in trying," Zayn pointed out. "Besides, you might end up with some really hot guy to take photos of," he teased, lightly shoving Liam's shoulder.

"Shut up, Zayn," Liam muttered, hitching his bag up again.

"C'mon, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Uh, I won't get anyone to reply," Liam said slowly, looking at his friend like he was stupid.

"Exactly. Then you could just ask your sister or something," Zayn shrugged, pushing Liam around the corner or the street before he could walk the wrong way.

"Yeah, but... I'd rather have a male model for what I have in mind." Looking to his friend, Liam asked, "Are you sure you don't wanna do this for me?"

"Dead sure," Zayn replied blandly. "I don't like modelling."

Liam snorted. "Says he who looks like a freaking supermodel," he muttered, following Zayn into his share-house.

"Done?" Zayn asked him the next afternoon.

"Yeah," Liam sighed, digging his headphones out of his bag as the two of them started to set themselves up.

"C'mon, someone will answer," Zayn encouraged as he sorted through his CDs.

"Zayn, I'm a music student and part-time DJ with the social skills of a dead fish," Liam huffed. "I'm not gonna get a reply."

"Don't be such a downer." Handing Liam two of his CDs, Zayn told him, "You'll never get anywhere with that kind of attitude."

"At least this way I can't be disappointed when no one signs up," Liam retorted, putting one of their mixes in the player. "I hope this new one goes over well."

Zayn rolled his eyes at the subject change, but let it go. "Me too. We put a lot of effort into it."

"It's probably one of our better mixes." Glancing around the bar at the people half-heartedly dancing to the strange techno music the owners had chosen, Liam chuckled, "We should probably get started before this lot die of boredom."

"Alright," Zayn smirked. He took hold of the microphone on their table and turned off the manager's music. "Ladies and gents, it's time to get the music pumping! I'm DJ Malik, and my friend here is DJ Payno, and we're here to get your feet moving! So, whip out that shuffle or dougie and get ready to raise this roof!"