The Footballer's Son// Ziam AU

Chapter 3

The chapter and a minor character has been dedicated to itsvaish thanks for the support, lovely!

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To say he enjoyed the concert would've been a lie for Liam. Not because Zayn Malik was a disappointment, not at all. In fact, hearing him live made Liam appreciate the boy's vocal abilities even more. He had heard a few of his numbers earlier, but beneath the stage lights and his ravishing looks, Liam felt connected to him. It's the sitting in VIP section part which made the show less fun.

Being surrounded by bulletproof glass at a upper gallery in the arena and the company of big, muscular security guards and more VIPs basically erased out the fun part of being at a concert: The the feeling of the beat descending into your veins as you become one with the music and the crowd. Liam and Niall couldn't experience all of that in the VIP section. As Niall had described, it felt like he "had to hold back a throbbing fart." Liam wouldn't have worded it out the same way, but considering Niall's flatulence (which only he was aware of), he couldn't have described it any better himself.

So, naturally, they were really looking forward to the party. Liam also secretly hoped to start up a conversation with Zayn. He did seem like an interesting guy.

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The smooching sound emerging from the backseat made the boys sitting in the front gag.

"Are you two making a baby in there, or should I throw in a plastic for ya?" asked Niall, scrunching his nose.

"Well shit, as much as we would love to make babies this instant, we can't take off our clothes with you two romancing on the front seat now, can we?" Liam could literally hear Louis' idiotic grin through the words.

Liam scoffed. "As if you never took off your clothes in front of me." he muttered.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" said Harry, speaking for the first time since they had exchanged words of introduction just before the concert. "I can't believe you let Liam see it before I did." Harry flattened out his palm over his chest, letting his mouth hang open as an exaggeration of how utterly shocked and hurt he was to hear that the man of his dreams let another another man see his ding-dong. Liam rolled his eyes at their melodrama. What a couple, indeed.

"See, as much as I would love Niall's new fancy, jet black leather covers to have white spots on them..." Liam began to speak, but immediately stopped by Niall's hand on his mouth. "Stop talking and drive please."

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A game of rock, paper and scissors decided that Liam would be the one not drinking that night, so that he was eligible to drive the wasted three back home as the night ended. And so, there he was, standing at a corner of the club, where the stench of sweat and alcohol filled the the rhythm of music and human body became as one.

Liam had noticed at least, kid you not, a dozen ladies swooning over him. One even tried start up a conversation which would obviously escalate to a heated make-out session later, or even sex if Liam had had enough drinks. But he solemnly swore he would be up to good that night, so being the gentleman he was, he politely declined.

Niall was at another corner of the room, chatting or making out (Liam wasn't sure which, but he eventually decided that it was probably both) with a girl that Niall had introduced him to just after he was down to two shots of... god knows what. For an Irish man, he certainly couldn't take his alcohol. What was her name again.. Valerie? Veruca?

"Liam, guess what! Vanessa plays forward for Manchester's lady's team!" right, Vanessa. Liam wasn't entirely sure how could Niall move so fast from across the floor, but he did and the petite, tanned girl with dark, curly hair seemed to keep us with his pace. 'Plays forward', no wonder. Vanessa waved at Liam before continuing her business with Niall.