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Their lips smacked together purposely for a minute or two when Liam greedily pulled at Zayn's waist band, the older of the two snaking his hands under Liam's pants pinching his cheeks. The boy squirmed underneath him, as Zayn pushed him on the bed hovering dominantly over him. Liam threw his hands above his head moaning with short gasps in between; Zayn's lips being pure ecstasy for the latter. "D-daddy.." The name filled Zayn with fuel as the pants vanished into thin air, Zayn now inside the boy pumping with every whimper Liam cried out. Sweat dripped off them both, though each man looked so graceful.

Panting, Zayn exhaled quickly wiping the sweat that formed on his forehead. His naughty dream springing up his morning wood. Fixing it himself, Zayn pouted that he couldn't force Liam to fix it for him. Not yet at least.

Drying himself off Zayn stretched his arms stumbling into the living room. There sat Harry with his knees to his chest, "Morning." Zayn called, "You hurt him Zayn. You didn't see at the concerts, t-the pain it caused him. Y-You just don't know." Harry muttered before sending Zayn a knowing glance, "A-Although I'm no better. Am I?" Zayn sighed with him, "He's not afraid of you." The confession silenced both men, Harry shocked Zayn had even said the words. Finding the room to emotional, Harry left for the exercise room. Some running would hopefully clear his head. Or at least be a good distraction.

Zayn straightened his face, adjusted his shirt, hardened his heart before going to make breakfast. Usually he wouldn't make it for anyone but himself and Liam if the boy asked.

Cracking eggs, Zayn stirred them, dumping them in the skillet making omelets silently until Louis tumbled into the kitchen heading straight for the fridge. "Morn-"

"Shit!" Louis shrieked dropping the bottle of Apple Juice he had got, "What?" Zayn returned jumping himself, "I-I just didn't expect to see you there." Louis grumbled retrieving the bottle, "I was here first." Zayn reminded handing Louis a plate full of omelets, "Go wake the other boys. The fruits on the table as is the bacon." He ordered sending Louis away as he sat at the head of the table himself. Niall shuffled down first taking the seat last seat on the left of Zayn, Harry trudged in sitting next to Zayn by Niall. Louis entered seeing Zayn's questionable look, "He's coming."

"Well what's he doing that's taking so long? Liam!" Zayn barked shooting from his chair only to have Liam timidly walk in keeping his eyes cast at the floor, "I-I uh, I made omelets." Zayn announced, Liam peered up at him quickly nodding silently as he took his chair. Silence filled the men as they ate, the only topic worth speaking of wasn't one anyone knew how to bring up. "Management is coming today. Going to speak with you all privately." Zayn reported glancing at his phone, "About?" Niall questioned, "Your goals for this year." Zayn replied collecting the plates they had dirtied. "Louis if you wouldn't mind doing the dishes, everyone else go straighten up some part of the house. Now." He added seeing the boys scurry off to do their chores. Due to lack of thinking Liam was stuck with cleaning the living room which made him the most open to people walking in and talking. Those people being Zayn. "That couch is supposed to have three pillows. There are only two." Zayn pointed out gently sitting on the chair next to it, "I-I.. I don't know where the o-other one is."

"find it."

"Y-yessir." Liam whispered digging through the footstool finding the pillow within a minute. "Liam?" Zayn called again, "Y-yes?"

"Give me your phone." He ordered knowing somehow that Liam kept things that made him emotional. He was girly that way. "W-why?"

"I said so, that's why." Zayn growled hardening his façade, "I-it's in my room." Liam informed, "go get it." When the phone was in Zayn's hand he slid it across the screen seeing the passcode, chewing his bottom lip, Zayn typed in 5426, WRONG, 9296 (He just had too) WRONG, 9426.. The phone unlocked causing a small smirk from Zayn. Liam hadn't changed his passcode sense Zayn had typed it in himself. That made his heart flutter in a way. Going straight to Vine he was proven right. There laid a thousand six second videos of the Ziam breakup. "W-Why did you keep this stuff Liam-?"

Three pounding knocks alerted the two as Zayn opened the door smiling at the men, "Morning. Who do you desire to see first?"

"Niall." The woman between the men announced her lips pursed in a tight frown, her bun tight as well. "He's in the den." Zayn responded showing them in. Liam cowered away from the dreading the talk he would have to have with them. Zayn returned to the living room handing Liam his phone, "If I search any further what am I going to see?"

"M-my broken h-heart." Liam admitted tears pulling in his eyes, "Can we see Liam also? This is something for the two of them." The woman interrupted, Liam wiped his eyes sniffling as he shuffled to the den seeing Louis in there as well. "Niall this doesn't concern you much, but you should see how to handle these things. When Zayn leaves again-"

"He's leaving again?" Louis interjected, "Of course, he's not staying." The woman answered finding the outburst a waste of time. "Liam please take off your shirt." She ordered rudely nodding towards the men who held him still as she opened the sharpie. "You're keeping this off for the rest of the day." She remarked beginning to liter Liam's chest and stomach with harsh words. Louis watched in disgust tears filling his eyes as Liam sobbed seeing what they said, "N-no... p-please no.." The weak pleas did nothing as she finished with the word Worthless over his shaved chest. "Zayn will punish you and then it'll all be over." She fakely soothed, "You should've lost more weight. We warned you Liam. Used to be our good boy, I wonder what happened.." One of the men pondered aloud releasing Liam who fell to the floor sobbing loudly. "Louis if you lose another ten pounds this won't happen to you." The woman informed pulling Liam up by his hair having him howl in pain, "No no darling, we need quiet so we can finish talking." She hummed stroking his hair as if he was some animal kneeling at her side. "Niall we need more from you, do something naughty. Post a picture of you pranking Harry and tweet it. Fans love "Badass" Niall. Louis we need more crazy. Less "Badass" from you and more cuddly kitten stuff. Post a picture of yourself falling asleep whilst cuddling Liam or Niall." As she rambled with her orders, Harry entered feeling his heart crack at Liam, "W-What can I fix?"

"More smiling, more hugs, and less sex. Get a haircut. Don't look so greasy, and don't be the most polite gentleman. People are beneath you Harry, it's time you learn that." She added narrowing her stare as he straightened his posture, "Believe me, I'm aware." His scowl sent management into the living room, the woman pulling Liam with her, "He needs to be punished, however you choose is fine. Also boys, we have a surprise for you tomorrow. Get plenty of sleep tonight." She warned leaving with the two men.

Zayn quickly ran to the kitchen getting a warm bowl of water, "Get a rag please." Ge ordered to Niall who returned with a white one. "E-Everyone l-leave." Zayn growled his voice shaky, "Y-you're not punishing him!" Niall roared, Harry held him back as the three watched Zayn sit on the floor moving Liam to his lap, "He won't Niall. C'mon." Leading them into the hallway they heard Liam cry into Zayn's neck, "D-Don't believe them Liam, you're beautiful." Zayn croaked a lump growing in his throat seeing the man so tore up about the words written on him. Scrubbing furiously, Zayn managed to get most of the sharpie off, especially the word WORTHLESS. Kissing the side of his head Liam gave up the fight snuggling into the man, "I-it can't be like this... W-We have to wait a bit. B-but it'll get there." Zayn swore quitely, "N-no... s-say's y-you're 'l-leavin again.." Liam mumbled before falling asleep, "I am, but I'm bringing you with me." Zayn whispered into his hair.

>K Y L E R<

** The numbers: 

5426 Is Liam

9296 Is Zayn

9462 Is Ziam