Vodka & Emotions

III

Liam wakes up with a hangover, his head is killing him, and the press of his jeans against his legs is itching. He looks down at himself and sees that he didn't change out of his clothes last night. He takes in his surroundings and sees that he fell asleep on the couch. He  gets up, groans at the pain in his head and staggers his way towards the bedroom, memories of what he caught yesterday flashing in his mind making him stop. He takes a deep breath and twists the handle to his bedroom.
To his surprise, it is empty of Sophia's belongings, and the sheets are changed to new ones. He walks to the bed and spots a note on it, a fucking post-it note.

We're sorry, Liam, we really are.

Liam scoffs at the sloppy handwriting that's clearly Andy's. He crumples the note and throws it somewhere in his room. He takes off his clothes and flops down in bed in only his boxers, and a killer headache, and falls asleep.

*

Liam wakes up again after a few hours, he looks to the clock on his bedside table and his eyes falls on the red 01.34 PM prominent on the sleek black rectangular. He sighs to himself and gets up, grateful that the nauseating feeling that was in his stomach is now gone, despite the pounding in his head. He makes his way around the large bedroom, about to find some sweatpants in the closet when he spots his car keys spilling out of his jeans on the floor. He doesn't remember driving home last night.

And it all comes rushing back to him in a fleeting second. Memories of golden eyes, really beautiful golden eyes, a lit-up sign of YASER'S, shots and lots and lots of shots, and a laugh.
A sweet sincere laugh that he can still feel filling his ears and makes his heart thrums inside his chest.

Zayn.

And it feels like he's snapped out of everything suddenly, he lets out a yelp and bolts to the bathroom, regretting it immediately when he stumbles and feeling the headache kicks him in the forehead. Just suck it up, Liam. Take an aspirin after you shower. He thinks as he steps into the shower.

Liam finishes getting ready in exactly 48 Minutes. He splatters on some cologne before he walks out of his closet and stops himself. He looks in the mirror and eyes his reflection; hair flat against his head, white shirt, black jeans, grey socks.
"You've got to keep it together,"He says as he takes a step forward and points a finger at his reflection, "I don't how how that hurting from yesterday is all gone now, but keep it together."
He takes a deep breath, walks out of his room, grabs his jacket, phone (not bothering to check it), and car keys (almost forgetting it but quickly recalling how much he needs it because, how is he going to drive it back from the bar if he doesn't bring it.), puts on his shoes and walks out of his large flat.

He hailed a cab and gets in, and for the first time in the past 24 hours, he looks at his phone.
Messages after messages after messages and missed calls after missed calls after missed calls.
Seeing it's mostly from his assistant, his co-worker, and the beast himself, Andy.
He opts to ignore the ones from Andy. He's moving on, he's letting these people he obviously doesn't need, go.
He puts his phone back on silent, and locks it.

*

Zayn is reading a book as he sits down on an unoccupied stool on the bar, as he waits for Danny and Ant to come for their shifts at the bar today. The lights are all on during the day, and it's always slow during the day. People usually come into the bar after the sun has sink down on the horizon. That's why he's startled when he hears the bell chiming, his hazel eyes lift from his book where Alaska is apparently, dead because of a car accident, because John Green is a merciless guy who just kills off people's lovers, to be met with a pair of darker ones looking at him, and his breath hitches.

"Um- hi." Liam says with a small, awkward wave.
"Hi-" Zayn lets out, a little high-pitched, he blushes, clears his throat and says, again, "Hi, Liam."
"I came to, um, get my car." Liam says, stammering here and there.
"Uh, it's on the parking lot?" Zayn says, feeling stupid after he does because, really? it's on the parking lot? way to go, Malik.
"Yeah, I, uh, I know it's not like, in here, like how can you park a car in here?," Liam trails off with a nervous laugh. God, Liam keep it together. "But, I also want to make sure that, like, um, Did I pay last night? cause I have a habit of forgetting to pay at a bar." Liam states sheepishly as he lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck.

For a moment, it's all awkward, just two boys in an empty bar looking at each other while Drake's voice tumbles out of the speakers, crooning a soft take a shot for me, oh oh oh oh as Liam's hands twitch against his sides.
And then, Zayn laughs.

"Yes, Liam you paid, you gave your credit card to me in the middle of asking me what do I have longer, my  eyelashes or my dîck." Zayn lets out in-between laughs and Liam blushes
"I said that? I'm so so sorry. It wasn't my intention to offe-" Liam gets cut off, "It's okay, really. We all have our drunk moments." Zayn smiles and this time, Liam's the one who laughs.

"It's the second one." Zayn says with a shrug, as he gets off the stool and makes his way inside the half-circle that makes the bar counter
"I'm sorry?" Liam asks as he sits down on a stool in front of Zayn.

"My dick's the longer one."

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HI! so like i accidentally deleted the II chapter, sorry. so how's the story so far? :) i'm like new to the fic author world so yeah, go easy on me? :)