I don't mean to annoy you or anything;
but this is a new story :D finally, right? Well anyways, this is written by me and @AnthonyShipsZiam
So give him some credit and enjoyyyy
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Zayn turned the corner, crossing the streets quickly as he recited the orders of his fellow co-workers. Why did they have to send him out of all people? Why not Anthony, or Stan? Zayn gruffed as he pushed open the door, feeling the heat hit him as he pulled down his scarf thinking, I'm not a goddamn unpaid intern who runs for coffee every now and then. He looked around solemnly, seeing the usual trio of slutty girls in one booth, and the one old man in the corner, staring out the window. He rubbed his boots against the seemingly red carpet and walked furiously to the counter, already knowing the cashier Perrie; she would flap her eyelashes, give him a flirtatious smile, and flip her hair. He looked up once he reached the register and locked eyes with brown eyes and not ice cold blue ones. The brown eyes didn't come with a very revealing cleavage, red glossed lips, and a name tag that read Perrie in girly cursive. Instead it came with a collared shirt buttoned up all the way, pretty pink lips, and Liam in scrawny, messy writing.
"Uhh.." He murmured, taking in the boys complexion fully, "I-Where's Perrie?" He asked.
The boy smiled but (that stunning, breath taking smile) it didn't quite reach his eyes, "She got fired, she spent too much time on her phone than doing her job. If you're looking for her, I'm sorry I don't know where she went..." He admitted slowly.
"Oh no," Zayn coughed, "I just never saw you here, s'all." He said, staring at those pretty brown eyes.
"Oh," The boy smiled, sheepishly, "I just started, only yesterday." Zayn watched as he flicked his eyes, "Um, can I take your order or..?"
"...Yeah, a dozen donuts-"
"Which kind?" Liam interrupted, flushing red, "Er-sorry.."
"S'ok... four chocolate glazed, four powdered, and three, um, surprise me, and one boston creme on the side. Also, one medium carmel latte with extra whip cream." Zayn said slyly.
"And whats your name?" Liam asked, grabbing a medium cup and a sharpie.
"Zayn."
"Coming right up!" Liam said, excitedly, writing 'Zen' onto the cup and rushing to get Zayn's order.
Zayn watched Liam as he rushed to the donut stand and pick up four glazed donuts dropping them into a large orange and pink box. Liam got the rest of the donuts and put the box on his side and went to go make Zayn's drink. Filling it to the top and adding a bit too much whip cream but just enough for Zayn.
He arrived back to Zayn, box in hand and drink in the other. Handing him the drink, and setting the box on the counter. Reaching for the register he typed in Zayn's order -he might have reduced a pound or two (or 5)- and told him the total, "That'll be 4 pounds, please."
"Wow...not much for such a large order" Zayn acknowledged
"Well..for a cop its reduced.." Liam lied, awkwardly, blushing to the tips of his ears.
Zayn handed Liam the money, reaching for the box and scooping it up. He gave him a couple extra change. Zayn held the box in one hand and the coffee in the other. Liam handed Zayn the change looking straight into Zayn eyes. Those sparkling brown eyes made Zayn drool.
Zayn slowly looked at the cup and grinned, "It's Zayn, Z-A-Y-N."
"Oh!" Liam squealed, "My apologizes-you're accent, I'm so sorry!"
"It's alright mate," Zayn winked out of habit, unable to stop himself," Erm-Thanks." Zayn said with a smile walking away from the counter slowly.
"N-No problem!" Liam busted out, covering his mouth quickly as his cheeks reddened a darker scarlet. He looked around and caught the attention of the other costumers (a dark scowl from the old man and a glare from one of the girls -though he doesn't really care about the girl, not cause she was also checking Zayn out but because she's always annoying-). He heard one of his co-workers, Danny probably, let out a small chuckle. Liam rolled his eyes and looked up to match Hazel eyes and a playful smirk.
Zayn pushed the door open awkwardly with his back and began to look down. Zayn's cheeks began to flush bright red. Not because of the cold, but because of the glance Liam gave him that said "WOW, hello there."
Zayn shook his head, puffing his cheeks and blew. Liam's not that cute,he thought, I mean he's cute but not so-totally-wow-date-me cute. But he is. Liam's totally wow-date-me cute but Zayn can't date him, can he? He looked like he was 17, 18 at the most. Zayn being 24 himself couldn't mess around with an underage or young person, could he?
He muttered under his breathe and walked back to his job quietly, surely not thinking about those pretty brown eyes. (Although he was).
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The first chapter is a pretty short. This one was written half and half because we wanted to see how we worked together. I wrote the beginning.
