The Gay Next Door {EDITING}

seventeen

Zayn's P.O.V
My graffiti room, by now, is already almost completely covered. I'm quite surprised that I can still see some white in here, considering that I come in here almost every day.

And every other day I've spent helping Liam bake for the bakery, we've grown even closer. Turns out that I have a thing for baking that I never learned to embrace until I met Liam, of course.

When I was younger, never have I ever been allowed in the kitchen. Mum had her thing for cooking, which lead to no kids being allowed into the kitchen until dinner. And especially no cooking whatsoever.

Liam, though, let me do as I pleased ever since we had moved into our new apartment together.

Just as I was about to shake up another can of paint, a scruffy bearded Liam with two cups of coffee waltzed his way into the room, a dorky smile on his face as soon as he saw me.

"Hello, love. Made us some coffee."

"Thanks, baby." I took the boiling hot cup out of his hands, sipping on it whilst his large arms wrapped around me from behind. I then noticed that he left his cup on my spray-painted chair. "You're welcome." he chuckled, nuzzling my cheek with his nose.

"You seem to be in a good mood this morning." I continued to drink from my cup, turning to face the man.

"Well, yeah. I always am when I'm with you." he smiled smugly at me whilst I playfully rolled my eyes.

"Oh, please."

"You know it's true, darling."

I grinned, mumbling a small, "Alright.. alright." under my breath.

He grinned in return, sipping on the hot liquid with me.

"Have you eaten yet?" Liam asked, setting his mug back down.

"Not really. I've been in here all morning." I confessed, looking down at my spray-paint-covered clothes.

"Z, babe. You know that you have to eat." he sighed, walking up to me.

"I know. 'M just not all that hungry." and truly, I wasn't. I'm never really hungry. I just crave food sometimes and I eat. Simple as that.

"Promise?" he looked me in the eyes, sat my mug down next to his and held both of my hands.

I looked back into his warm brown eyes, "I promise, Li. Okay?"

"Okay. I just worry about you sometimes. Forgive me?" Liam sighed, pulling me into a hug.

"I forgive you. Because I worry about you just as much." I nuzzled my face into his neck, relishing in his warmth.

We had ended up in bed, cuddling and watching Netflix when I looked at Liam and just watched him as he focused on the movie we were watching. Admiring him for so long that the movie had become less and less important. Eventually I had gotten caught staring, blushing right then. Only to be held closer, I started paying attention to the movie again.

"I knew you were staring all along, you know." he said without looking away from the screen, causing me to stiffen up slightly.

"Then why didn't you say anything? Now I just feel like a creep."

"I liked it. And I like you. You're my creep, Z." he chuckled, looking towards me.

"Well your creep loves you, Liam."

"I'll bet I love my creep more."

We laughed, kissing lovingly afterwards and paying little to no more attention towards the movie.