~One Direction Oneshots & Short Stories~BoyxBoys~

New Year's Resolution- Part Two

Zayn's eyes slowly opened, bright sunshine peaking through a partly parted curtain. He immediately closed his eyes again.

"Ugh, fuck..." Zayn hissed to himself.

His head was pounding and the light seems like the Sun was sat right outside the window.

He knew he was heavily hung over.

He turned over then opened his eyes. He was startled enough to sit up to find that this was not his room. That made his head almost explode in pain.

"Ah, shit shit shit.." Zayn said rather loudly, holding his head.

Then his covered his mouth. He wasn't in his own house. He actually didn't knew where the hell he was. He knew however, if anyone was in the house, they definitely just heard his cry. His mind started to think the most outrageous thoughts.

'What did you get yourself into this time Zayn, fuck' He thought, thinking the worst has happened to him.

He slowly pulled off the covers, noting that he was down to just his underwear. He slid up to the edge of the bed. Just as he did that, he heard footsteps coming up the hall towards him. He froze.

'No no no no no'  He looked anywhere to grab something but there was nothing in sight or reach. He mentally shitted himself.

He scooted back on the bed, holding the covers up to his neck.

The door opened. He was too frozen in fear to say anything. But the man that revealed himself wasn't what Zayn was anticipating by a long-shot.

"I made you breakf-- whoa, did I scare you?"

Zayn was still processing what just happened and who is standing in front of him so he doesn't say anything.

"Are you okay?" The white boy with a tray of food in his hands stuttered out.

"...Who are you?" Zayn asked slowly, his heart and breathing finally coming down to a peaceful level.

He actually didn't seem harmful at all.

"I met you at the bar last night. My name is Liam. You were too drunk to function so I took you to my home since you couldn't drive or remember where you lived." The boy said cautiously.

"So you're not a bad guy? You didn't.. do anything to me last night, did you?" Zayn squinted.

"No, no way, I didn't." Liam kind of sorta lied. He did in fact cuddle up to Zayn, but ignorance is bliss at this point.

"How am I in my underwear and a T-shirt I don't even own then?" Zayn worried himself more.

"Okay, can I set this down first?" Liam's voice cracked in nervousness, referring to the tray of food.

"No, tell me now." Zayn said firmly.

"Look, okay, I only undressed you so you could sleep in my bed. I didn't do anything, I swear. I wouldn't do that to you. I swear. Please, I mean everything in a good way." Liam grew flustered.

Zayn looked on at the boy. He seemed like he was telling the truth, seemed trustworthy enough.

"That's for me?" Zayn pointed to the the tray.

"Yes, I just cooked it for you. For your hangover." The boy said, his voice still afraid and frail.

"You can set it down right there." Zayn said, pointing to the end of the bed.

Liam sat down the tray and stood at the foot of the bed awkwardly.

"I apologize if you were scared at first. I didn't really think it through last night that you probably wouldn't remember why you were in my house in the morning." He chuckled embarrassingly.