Denial (Lilo Love Story BoyxBoy)

~Chapter Six~

Liam's POV:

Me and Zayn sat in my hotel bedroom, exhausted after the long show that had taken place earlier this evening. Actually, yesterday. It was one o'clock on the morning, and Louis still hadn't gotten back from his excavation with Florence. My stomach twisted whenever I thought of him, making Florence scream for mercy as he hammered her senseless. I grimaced, and tried to concentrate on the programme me and Zayn were watching on the lap top. But I honestly couldn't find the energy to care anymore... I just wanted to fall asleep. It had been a difficult night, and by now, Niall would probably be in his room, waiting agitadedly for the next text Eleanor would send him, Harry was probably asleep, and Louis? I didn't want to think. 

I stretched and yawned, and leaned back on the pillows. Zayn gave me a lazy smile. ''You okay, Payne?'' he asked me absently. I nodded, scratching my hair.

''Preoccupied, I guess,'' I shrugged. ''Turn it off,''

Zayn flipped the lap top lid shut, and wrapped a brotherly arm round me, and hugged me close to him. I gave into his warm touch. The great thing about Zayn, was that if you ever, ever needed him, he would be there. I was fortunate to have him. I breathed in the familiar scent of Zayn. Smoke, and his sweet cologne. ''Liam, are you falling asleep?'' Zayn asked, his smile comprehensive. I grinned, and blushed, and pushed myself off Zayn's chest. 

''Sorry. I'm exhausted-that was... some concert,'' I said brightly, making myself appear much happier than I felt. Zayns face contorted with emotion.

''I didn't kiss him. He's playing games, and it's unfair on you. Kissing him was weird,'' he said, grimacing. I felt envious toward him-if only Louis had kissed me. In front of a crowd. Proud of it. 

''I know, Zayn,'' I smiled, hugging his face to my chest. He squealed, and batted me off, grinning, as he then pushed me onto my back, his knee on my chest. ''Owwwww,'' I whined as Zayn pressed harder. ''Zayn!!'' I squirmed. He didn't move. He just grinned down at me, chuckling. ''Why aren't you getting off me?''

''I want to see you squirm at my feet,'' he smirked, puffing out his chest. He looked proud-weird. ''It makes me feel like a god when I make tough guys like you squeamish,''

I frowned/smirked. It was weird, and funny, and oddly flirtacious. ''You asshole,'' I breathed, batting his chest hopelessly. ''Get off me!''

He finally got off his knee off my chest, but instead of getting off me, he straddled me. ''Zayn, are you serious? I want to go to sleep now,'' I whined. He didn't budge. Instead, he placed two strong, warm hands on my chest, and leaned down, his breath tickling my face. ''Zayn?''

''Shh...'' he whispered, cupping my face in his hands. Before I could begin to ask what he was doing, he pressed his lips against mine.

My first reaction would be to push him off me, and yell at him that I was in love with Louis, and not him, but for some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to it. His lips were tough and warm, and they mingled with mine in perfect unison. Zayn sighed against my face, and finally began to move his lips to mine, the damp side of his lips tickling mine. I couldn't help it.

I kissed him back, and wrapped my arms round his neck, pulling him closer. We both seemed to be surprised by this, and Zayn even let out a surprised moan that made shivers crawl up my spine. Zayn moved his hands from my face down my chest and held the dips of my hips in his palms, making me feel secure. I bent my spine, pushing my chest to the ceiling as Zayn opened his mouth more to me-

''What the...'' I heard someone say to me. Zayn bounced off me as if I were contagious, and whirled round to Harry, who had somehow, found his way into the hotel room, and was standing at the door, his mouth wide open.