𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⸙

2.7༊*·˚

Liam ran a few laps more than everyone else. Running cleared his head because his head had never been so busy. He felt Zayn's eyes on him the entire time.

When Liam was struggling to push himself further, he stopped before running another lap. The field had emptied and only Zayn and Liam were outside.

He panted heavily and approached his mate who scooted over to give him room on the bench. Liam flopped down and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Good run?" Zayn asked.

Liam nodded.

"You pushed yourself hard."

"I feel better for it." Liam got up again to stretch. Zayn watched him, like he always watched Liam during his cool down.

He especially loved it when Liam stretched his arms and his t-shirt exposed the skin underneath. When Liam was done, Zayn grabbed his waist and pulled him close.

"I don't.like seeing you upset," Zayn said, holding his hips. Liam was looking down on him with beautiful brown eyes. Zayn then stood and towered over Liam, staring with his intense hazel eyes.

"I feel better today. I don't know why considering what we found out yesterday, but I'm relieved to finally be getting somewhere." Liam frowned and Zayn's eyes softened. "I'm just eager to know more now."

"Me too." Zayn eyed Liam's sweaty top. His scent was strong. "But first, you need a shower."

"Yeah, it's hot today." Liam drank from his water bottle and followed Zayn inside.

"You're hot" Zayn smirked.

Liam rolled his eyes. A grin crept onto his face. Zayn walked right behind him, just so he could keep hands on his waist. Liam kept slapping his hands away and squirming from Zayn's lips that brushed the side of his neck. Other werewolves were familiar with their affection, but Liam could feel it rising and Zayn sometimes got ahead of himself in public.

At first, Zayn's hugs and kisses and warmth towards another person was odd for the wolves who had grown up seeing Zayn at his worst, and Zayn was at his worst a lot, until little Liam taught him how to see the joys of life. One of those joys was being with someone Zayn loved. He was openly very affectionate towards Liam as if to say "look at my mate. Look how lucky I am"

"Stop it" Liam chuckled and hurried down the corridor. Zayn was only more tempted to touch him when Liam bit cutely into his bottom lip. His mate slipped through the door to the stairwell.

He tried clambering the steps but Zayn's hands were on his hips again. Zayn pushed Liam into the bannister and for a moment, his body and face were so close, Zayn felt Liam inhale against him, and their foreheads skimmed, and their noses touched.

Zayn then kissed him like a hungry wolf, gripping Liam's face.

Liam grinned into the kiss and his hands found Zayn's shoulders.

Zayn pulled back to display a cheeky smile of his own before diving in for a passionate snog on the stairwell. They were still young and more in love than they had ever thought possible. They kissed often, and wherever they could. He then lifted Liam, feeling him wrap his legs around his waist and his hands around his neck. Zayn parted their lips to watch his footing on the stairs, accidentally locking eyes with his mother who stood only a few feet away.

"What?" Zayn barked at her amusement, suppressing his sudden embarrassment. He felt Liam tense against him.

"Don't mind me, just trying to use the stairs because, you know, this is how I get to and from my room." Solana slipped past them and through the door with a low laugh.