Ziam/Zouis

Chapter 11: Attention To

Liam's pov (surprise ^-^)

"Liam, how would you like to sing with Zayn?"

Holy fuck.

Did he just..?

Zayn frowned at Paul, a deep chuckle errutping through his chest. "Paul, listen. He can make his own-"

"I'll do it."

That's the spirit.

You just made a huge fuck up.

Paul's eyebrows shot up. "You will? You know, Zayn is right. I won't force you into something you should be able to say no to."

"No, both if you aren't hearing me," I stood up, Zayn whimpering at the loss of contact, "I'll do it. And I'll do it right now."

Paul sighed. "Alright mate. Let's get you to the studio."

Zayn looked me in the eyes, holding my hand once again. "Are you sure? We can wait until morn-"

"Zayn. I'm sure. Let's go now."

We hopped into the car, I received a text from an unknown # across my screen.

Unknown: hey liam its louis...I heard from zayn that ur gonna sing

reply: yeah I am

Louis: mind if I come see?

reply: sure mate, we're going to the studio right now

Louis: ugh u have perfect gramm..gramm

reply: grammar

Louis: fu

reply: go back to school then

Louis: dont feel like it

reply: dropout?

Louis: yup

I got out of the car, replying quick.

reply: yeah mate gotta go, I'm at the studio.

Louis: rushes and still doesnt screw up dn u yeah cu soon

I shut off my phone, looking around.

Last time I was here, the air was decent and the cars were small.

Now, all I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears as Zayn lead me from the rows of cars. Did I cause this?

Paul read my thoughts. "Yes Liam, this is all to see you. See what you can do."

I heard a familiar shout, the loud, girly vocals of Louis crashing into me. Literally, he slammed into my back.

"I'm here I'm here please tell me I didn't miss-"

Zayn chuckled, stopping us at two large doors, guiding me and Louis to small one nearby. "No he hasn't yet. But he will be in about fifteen minutes."

I jumped in before he could leave me in a dressing room with Louis. "What's-"

Zayn smiled. "The conference stage room."

Oh no.

How about oh fuck?

Zayn closed the door behind him, leaving me with Louis.

Louis smirked at me. "So Liam."

Ugh what

"What Louis?"

Louis smiled wider, pushing me down in the chair. "I want to put make up on you."

"No."

Louis frowned, raising an eyebrow. "And why not?"

I scoffed. "I top, you asshole."

Louis replied back immediately, in a scary way. "Fine Liam. Just don't fuck up."

The hell?

Louis patted my back, chuckling. "Just joking, mate. Damn. You looked like I was trying to kill you."

I rolled my eyes. "Please Louis, you were being an arse and you know it."

Louis smiled brightly as a beeping noise sounded through the room. "It's time Liam."

I bit my lip, grabbing his arm as he pulled me out. "But I can't."

"Liam, you can. It's just nerves, that's all."

We got to the stage door, where I'll enter.

Louis walked away after leaving me with a few words, as my hand gripped the doorknob like it was glass about to break. "I'll be right in front Liam. Look for me. This isn't an audition. It's your future."

I walked in, about thirty eyes landing on. Four being from Zayn's brown eyes, and Louis' sea blue orbs in front with Paul.

I feel alone.

Sing Liam.

You look like an awkward dumbass. Looking at a bunch of dumbasses below you.

**the song** (Demons by The Imagine Dragons)

"When the days are cold and the cards all fold, and the saints we see are all made of gold..."

My eyes stayed right in Zayn's, a nervous breath leaving my lips to continue.

"When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail, are the worst of all and the blood runs stale."

Louis gave me a thumbs up, Zayn nodded to boost my confidence in the song.

I stared at Zayn, the next line or two for our...thing going on.

"I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you, but with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide. No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed, this is my kingdom come, this is my kingdom come."

Once I stopped, the room filled with claps from everyone, Paul, Zayn, and Louis rushing up to congratulate me.

Louis engulfed me in a bear hug. "Nice job mate. I knew you had it in ya."

Zayn was about to hug me, then sighing, suddenly remembering the men around us. "God job Li. I knew you could do it. And this is coming from me."

Paul nodded at us, the three of us following as we were lead into a large conference room.

One of the main managers stood, smiling at Zayn, then nodded to me. "Now, Mr. Malik, anyone, any words?"

Zayn stood up before anyoje could blink an eye. "I do, Mr. Smith. Li- Mr. Payne. I've seen your impression, many things. The way he sings must be heard. Not only will you all make money, but we'll also gain a lot."

Paul nodded, Louis smiling. Mr. Smith nodded, standing again.

"Well, it looks like we have another singer on our hands. We have to start now, starting tomorrow, we must give him work to start with. Mr. Malik will train him vocal wise, and Paul will accompany both as a bodyguard."

The men all nodded, my heart pounding to hold in my cheering. Zayn winked at me, smiling cheekily as we all left the room.