You Don't Love Me || Ziam (TEMPORARY HOLD)

53. There's Only Fun With You

Liam's POV

"Zaynie no!" I screamed as a cool splash of liquid hit my face. I gave it a minute for the thick red liquid to drip off before giving him a glare, "You're so gonna get it."

He just chuckled and ran to hide behind one of the canvas walls. I grabbed a blue paint bucket and ran after him splatting the paint on him and the canvas. Zayn stood for a bit while my heart was racing to see what his next move was. He looked up at me and smiled, running after me and tackling me to the ground.

"You wanna make make purple babe?" he winked?

I laughed at him pushing him off and wiping as much paint as I can off of me. Zayn did the same before he looked at the canvas that I splatted. It had left an outline of Zayn's body in running position and it looked quite cool.

"Li, I can work with this. You're a genius babe," he said getting closer to the canvas to plan out his next masterpiece.

'I know," I smiled and went up to him from behind, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my chin on his neck and whispered in his ear, "So how about that purple making?"

He chuckled, "You dirty."

"You brought it up first," I pouted.

"Shhh Liam. I'm art-ing."

"That's not a word babe," I pulled away from him and stood beside him.

"I know but you know what I mean," he waved his hand.

"Let's go home and get cleaned up yeah?" I suggested.

"Yeah, I'll come back tomorrow or later this week to add more onto this art piece," he wiped more paint off his face and made a gross face, "I hate you."

"You threw the paint first," I smiled.

"Blah blah, get your nice ass moving to the car," he said as he lightly smacked my butt as we both walked to the car.

"You better no get in my car while you have paint all over you," I warned.

"You got paint on yourself too babe," he winked.

"Yeah, but I don't paint on the back side and do you have some on your cute little tooshy," I smiled.

"And whose fault is that," he jokingly glared at me.

"Yours," I said flatly.

"Mine? You're the one that threw paint on me!" he crossed his arms.

"You threw paint first babe," I chuckled, "C'mon. We'll your your canvas plastic as seat covers. Help me cover the seats, yeah?"

"Anything you says Lamb," he winked.

I smiled then grabbed the plastic covers to cover the seats. We drove home and he went straight to the bathroom, taking of the paint-stained clothes and me doing the same. He smiled, turning to me and smirked.

"You wanna come in the shower with me babe," he winked.

"I can wait," I shook my head chuckling.

"Wrong answer," he said before taking my hands and pulling me into the shower.

"Zayn stop," I pulled away and stepped out, putting my sweats back on.

"Sorry," he said.

"Nah it's okay. It jus-," I shook my head, "Go get cleaned up."

I went over to the sink and washed my face to get the paint off and dried it off with a towel. Once Zayn was out of the shower, I went in and got myself cleaned up. After I got dressed, I found Zayn chilling on the chair by the window in our bedroom focused on his phone. I went up to him and straddles his wait, wrapping my arms around his neck once he looked up at me.