One Direction One-Shots (Book 1)

Smoking -Ziam-

A/N- my mental health is still shit, and taylor swift dropping a double album didn't really help lmao, but I felt like I needed to publish something, so yea.

- request from @anonymousbanana69 - sorry if you hate this, but- thank you for your request!

warnings- angry, irritated zayn (lol), swearing

Liam's POV-

Zayn and I are at Harry and Louis place, and Zayn has just headed out to smoke. 

I get up from my seat, and head outside to see Zayn. When I read for the glass door, I see him leaning against the brick wall, looking amazingly sexy; but when doesn't he? He is standing leaning against the wall, cigarette raised to his mouth as he inhales deeply. He is wearing a tight, plain white t-shirt, which shows off his slim, toned body. His trousers hanging low on his hips, revealing the top of his Calvin Klein underwear. He sighs in relaxation, exhaling, and slouching further against the wall. 'God he looks so hot right now, it's a shame he's ruining his lungs (am I the only one who didn't know there was a lung emoji 🫁)while he's doing it,' I think to myself as I open the door, and walk to where Zayn is standing. 

I walk up to him, and tap his should, to get his attention. He jumped a bit. "Fuck Li, you scared the shit outta me," he says sighing. I chuckle I little. "You look so hot," I mutter. Zayn smirks. "But, no matter hot sexy you look doing that; you know it's bad for your health." I explain.

Zayn sighs and mutters, "I know, I know." 

"You should really try and quit, even our fans want that," I state. Zayn just nods, and hums along.  "You know you can get all types of ailments from smoking. I just want you to be healthier, a-"

"YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT?" Zayn yells, scaring, and surprising me. "You think I don't know it's bad; you think I haven't tried to fucking quit? You think I didn't know about the warnings, and the addiction? Well guess what Liam? I DID," Zayn continues to shout at me. 

I am shocked, to say the least. Zayn has never yelled at me, at least never like this. I frown, and mumble a quick 'sorry' before making my way back inside. Sitting with the other lads silently. 

I think over what I said. Maybe I did go a bit too far. I shouldn't have said all that. But Zayn; Zayn never has never had an outburst towards me like that. I feel bad, but also really hurt. Zayn is never angry with me. 

After what feels like hours, I hear footsteps walking up to the door. Zayn's. I see him standing in the doorway, looking uneasy. He walks over to me, and I can see the guilt in his eyes. I look up at him, and he kneels beside me. 

"I'm so sorry Li. I didn't mean to yea lol at you. I was confused, and didn't know what to do,  or what to say," Zayn states with an apologetic smile. I give him a small forgiving smile in return. "Look, if you want me to quit, I'll try. It's hard, it really is; but I'll try, for you." he says. I smile, and kiss him on the forehead.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said all those things. And, if you want to quit, that's great! I'll always be for you to help you," I tell him. He smiles wide, "Thanks, I love you." 

"I love you too Z," I reply. I lean forward, and meet his lips in a soft kiss. My hand lightly caressing his left cheek, as our lips move slowly together. 

"And don't forget, I'll be here for you every step of the way," I mutter, pulling away from his lips. 

"What about us?" Niall suddenly says. Both Zayn and I shoot him a confused glance. "We'll be here for you to Zayn, don't forget that just because you're shagging Liam." Niall explains. We all chuckle a bit. 

"Thanks guys," Zayn says smiling ear to ear.

***time skip- a week later***

Still Liam's POV- 

I wake up to Zayn crying beside me. 

"L-L-Liam," he stutters out. "Shhhh, I got you love, it's ok," I soothe while pulling him close to me.

"L-Liam I.." he pauses, then continues, "I want my cigarettes, I n-need my cigarettes. C-Can I have them? P-Please L-Li," he begs. He sounds so vulnerable and weak, that I almost give in. When Zayn agreed to try and quit, he gave me his cigarettes and lighter, so he wouldn't be tempted. And we agreed that if he wanted them, I would give them to him; but I would try t persuade him not to first.

"Zayn, come on, y-" I begin, but I'm cut off by his fragile voice.

"I can't do it anymore Liam." He mumbles. I feel wetness on my skin as tears fall from his eyes onto my bare chest. The withdrawal symptoms have given him a pretty easy time so far, but now it seems like it's all caught up to him. 

"Zayn, baby, c'mon. You've been doing so well, love. I know it's getting hard, but you can't give up now," I say then add, "You can do this baby, I'm here, and I always will be."

"But Liam," he starts.

"Z, think about why you are doing this; give yourself a reason to pull through." I say, trying to think of different ways to persuade him not to give up.

"For you," Zayn quietly mutters, but loud enough for me to hear. I turn to look at him.

"Huh?" I question.

"I'm doing this for you," he explains, looking up at me. "You said you wanted me to quit, so I promised you I'd try. I would do anything for you Liam," he explains softly. My heart melts. I feel selfish for putting him through all this pain. 

"Seriously?" I ask, still in shock. Zayn nods slightly, still teary eyed. I feel even worse. "I'm sorry babe, you don't have to change for me." I state. "I know Li, but I want to," he explains. 

"I love you Zayn. So, so, so much," I say kissing his head. 

"I love you too Li."

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AHHHHH- i didn't know how to end this. 

and I know it's shit so yea -sorry-

I wrote this while listening to tortured poets department, so i'm sorry if it's kinda sad lmao

BUT- i'll try to post something this week but i'm not sure if I will.