Zayn's P.O.V
Me and Liam arrive 10 minutes late I'm just praying that she doesn't think we have ditched her.
My opens the door before Liam can even knock and envelopes him in a tight hug. I suppress my giggles looking at his uncomfortableness.
"Zaynie!!" She jumps for me. My mom is one of the nicest people you will meet.
I hug my mother back gripping her tightly. It's been awhile since I have seen her and I regret it deeply.
"Come in!!" She squeals tugging me and Liam into the familiar house I grew up in.
I excuse myself quickly to use the restroom but to my horror when I return Liam and my mother are on the couch with the old blue book. My baby pictures..
I jump onto the book snatching it from their grasp. That was back when I was fatter...obese even.
"Awe Zayn don't be that way this is cute" liam tugs on the book in my arms. I refuse to make a scene so I hand him the book and sit down quietly next to Liam leaning my head against his warm shoulder.
I cringe at all the pictures but they are masked by the awes and coos of my two favorite people.
"I like this one" liam says stopping on a picture of when I was 15. I was in my moms garden looking down at pink roses. Back then I was thin and my shoulders were back, collar bones jutting out perfectly. I was perfection.
"I don't look like that anymore" grumble pouting as my mother gets up to go get drinks.
"Zayn, you don't look any different" liam murmurs into my neck. I blush and push his head away.
"No don't do that" I huff. Liam smirks.
"This?" He asks grabbing my wrists quickly so he can kiss my neck again.
I squeal and turn over composing myself before my Mom walks back in with ice water, tea and soda. Wow way to try to impress.
Liam is snickering but takes the soda. I cringe again at the though of all the sugar and syrup they put in it. Unhealthy.
I grab the water sipping on it slowly listening to my mother and Liam discuss his job and how he got famous and talk about me and my father as if I'm not even in the room. I despise my father, more than anything honestly his torments caused my insecurities. I think back to distinct memory.
"Yes mom!" I squealed in excitement when she placed several platers of meat, potatoes, and veggies onto our long wood table. Dinner was always my favorite meal.
"Now watch out Trisha don't feed him too much you know it goes straight to his belly" my father whispers to my mom. She scrunches her nose up and smacks his shoulder slightly but that didn't stop any of the comments.
I shake the memory away and bite at my finger nails. Trisha goes up to get the food and Liam attacks me pinning me onto the couch.
"I didn't expect it to be this hard to stay calm in front of other people" his breath fans my face smelling sweet from the soda he has downed.
"But this" his long large finger drags across my plump bottom lip.
"Is a lot harder than I thought" he hops off me and sits me up before smashing his lips onto mine. I squeak but kiss back regardless moving my hands to his neck. I want to take this all farther but my mother is right next door in the kitchen. I pull away placing my hands onto his chest breathing quickly.
"God dammit you are so fucking..." Liam growls taking my bottom lip between his teeth tugging. I let out a soft moan before pushing him away again.
"Liam my mom is right next door" I giggle flicking his cheek. Liam only smirks harder gripping my waist tighter than ever.
"That doesn't stop me from wanting to fuck that pretty mouth of yours baby" I cover my face which I'm sure is bright red.
"Liam, Zayn! The table please" I groan because that means I have to stand up and I'm lazy but I do it anyways venturing off into the kitchen sitting across my mom. Liam sits next to me but instead of his large hand grabbing my own it grabs something else under the table earning a small squeak and my face to turn the color of a tomato.
I look over at Liam wide eyed but he only smirks taking big bites of food and talking to my mother who is completely unaware of the large warm hand that is in my pants.
