Zalien Invazion

I probably wont.....

"Zayn, no offense, and I mean this in the politest way, I really do, but you stink, dude," Liam tells Zayn a few hours later that night. Zayn looks up at Liam from the same spot he had been sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor.
"You gotta take a shower, man," Liam continues. Zayn stares up at him silently with the same confused look on his face.
"You know.... A shower? To clean yourself...? Do you have any idea what that is?" Liam asks. Zayn slowly shakes his head no. How was that even possible??
"Come on, then," Liam says with a sigh. Slowly, Zayn stands up and sets his book on the table. He follows Liam to the bathroom and Watson trots behind them.
"Watson! No!" Liam commands. "Theres barely enough space for 2 of us in here. We don't need you in here too, you little monster," Liam tells him as he pushes the giant dog out of the bathroom. Watson whimpers sadly and lies down in the hallway outside the bathroom door, watching the men with sad eyes.
"Alright so.." Liam starts. He never thought he would have to explain to someone how to take a shower.
"So, I guess just take your clothes off to start," he instructs but regrets it immediately once he said it. It so jaded a lot worse spoken then it did in his head.
B Zayn looks down at his shirt. He was still wearing the red flannel that Liam gave him last night. It was way to big for Zayn and the sleeves hung down past his hands, but it looked much better on him than it did on Liam, Liam thought. Red was a good color for Zayn.....
    With some struggle, Zayn unbuttons the shirt and takes it off. Liam looks away and shoves his hands in his pockets awkwardly. Liam tries not to think about anything and tries not to look at Zayn taking his clothes off.
    "Wait... Actually... I'm going to turn the water on now and you can finish taking this off when i leave, okay?" Liam changes his mind. He could barely handle Zayn shirtless, he didn't think he could manage him taking his pants off too....
    "Oh... Okay," Zayn agrees, still holding onto the red flannel tightly. He watches as Liam leans forward and jerks the stubborn faucet on.
Slowly, a stream of water flows from the shower head.
    Zayn gasps in amazement and sticks his head into the shower, getting his hair wet and getting water in his eyes.
   "Woah, Zayn! Calm down, man!" Liam tells him with a laugh as he gently pulls Zayn away.
   "Zorry..." Zayn apologies as he steps back and let's Liam adjust the water temperature.
"Alright. You got shampoo and conditioner over there and anything else you need," Liam tells him when he stands up and dries his hands off.
Zayn looks past Liam and reaches his hand out toward the water. As soon as it touches his skin, he jerks his hand back and shakes the water off.
"It hurts," he tells Liam sadly.
"Is it too hot for you?" Liam wonders. He reaches out to touch the water, which was a perfectly normal temperature for him. "You can adjust the temperature to your fancy by turning this," Liam explains, demonstrating for Zayn who carefully watches him.
"And that's about it. You clean yourself off and I'll find a clean set of clothes for you to wear when you're done," Liam says. "I'm gonna leave now. You'll be okay, right?" He asks.
"Yeah," Zayn assures him with a nod.
"Alright. Sounds good," Liam smiles."I'll be around here when you're done," he adds before leaving. He closes the door behind him and looks down at Watson who jumps up excitedly, sticking his tongue out and panting.
"What have I gotten myself in to this time, mate?" He asks Watson with a sigh as he scratches his ears.