Splenda Daddy → ziam

one

Zayn gripped his hair and furrowed his eyebrows to the point where it hurt. He pinched himself and paced the room for fifteen minutes. He grabbed his phone and plotted out a long text to his daddy, halfway through he deleted the draft and tossed his phone on the bed. 

He creeped around to the other side and looked the boy deep in his face. He was way too young, and way too attractive to be his sugar daddy. He should have known better, he's gonna get disowned. All that work and flirting for nothing. 

After letting out a silent scream he slouched on the side of the bed and gazed into nothing for a while. He suddenly perked up, and smiled evilly to himself. He didn't need his old daddy, he already had this one on the hook and in his bed. 

"You're a genius, Zayn. A fucking genius!" He cheered himself on quietly and slowly inched his way into the bed. He ignored the slight throb of his backside and sneakily peaked under the covers. His eyes went wide, and his heart beat painfully in his chest. He closed his eyes slowly and flopped on to his back with the biggest smile on his face.

He may have just possibly hit the jackpot. With a content sigh he snaked his arms around the boy and sighed happily. 

The sun was a bit higher in the sky when Liam groaned and rolled over to see an extremely attractive boy wrapped around his waist. He clutched his aching head and simply studied the boy for a while. 

Why would someone as good looking as him come home with Liam? He scratched his head and gazed around the room to see that he was indeed not in his house, he nodded and pushed himself up into a sitting position. The boy's head positioned in his lap now.

"Hey," Liam ran his fingers through the boy's hair gently. "Hey, are you ready to get up?" The boy's eyes fluttered open and a lazy smile covered his face.

"Thank you for last night," the boy's voice was soft and sweet, it had those fuzzy memories coming back up. That feeling of want bubbling in the bottom on Liam's stomach. "I-I don't usually do hook-ups or one night stands."

"O-Oh, yeah, uh, me either," Liam admits and the boy giggles softly. "I'm, uh Liam, by the way. I don't really know if this is stuff you tell your one-night stand or not."

"I'm Zayn," he smiled and also sat up a little bit. "I wish it didn't have to be such a one-night thing...I mean, uh, you're my type so..."

"I mean I could leave you my number if you'd like... I don't wanna like make you uncomfortable or anything-"

"-No! I mean, I would love to see you again, and maybe under more sober, clothed circumstances," Zayn spoke, laying on the shy heavy. "Clothing optional." he winked after and laughed a little bit at Liam's flustered face. Zayn shook his head softly and reached over Liam to grab his phone, it took every fiber of Liam's being not to further destroy this boy's innocence. 

Liam entered his number into Zayn's phone, and forced himself to deny Zayn's offer to stay for breakfast. He quickly hailed a cab, and began the long ride home. 

Somewhere in the middle of leaving from Zayn's and arriving at his a large smile covered his entire face.

Damn, I still got it.

A/N: I honestly didn't know about writing this, but I refused to let my dreams be memes, so I'm enjoying it so far. Don't forget to vote and comment if you enjoyed this chapter. P E A C E !

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