Liam climbed into the car and slowly leaned his head against the freezing window. He told Zayn his address and then kept his lips tight in a thin line and prayed that Zayn wouldn't talk to him. It worked so far - until they reached a red light.
"So.." Zayn spoke gently, "Er, you seem kinda nervous? Do you have, like, a curfew? Are you late?" He asked, stepping on the gas once the light flashed green.
Liam mentally sighed, "Something like that.." He said, trying to avoid any conversation with Zayn.
Zayn groaned, "Look Liam. I'm sorry for kissing you earlier. I didn't really think about your feelings. I just had to do it and I don't regret anything, I just hope we can get past this.." He spoke tenderly.
Liam shut his eyes, blew a breathe, and opened his eyes, "It's ok Zayn. I was just surprised.. I didn't mean to push you away and hurt you, I-I'm not gay though..."
Why are you lying to him and yourself, Liam? Why are you telling him lies? He's not your father, but he's not exactly trustworthy either. Zayn is just-Zayn, an acquaintance, nothing more. You pushed him away because you didn't feel comfortable in that situation. You're clearly not straight, but you're not attracted to Zayn. He's just an acquaintance Liam, an acquaintance.
Zayn's eyes widened and he wanted to open the car door and roll out but he knew he couldn't do such a thing to Liam, so instead he chose to say, "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"It's alright."
Zayn nodded numbly and continued to drive, knowing that Liam wanted to get out of his car as soon as possible. He quickly parked in front of the house Liam told him to and looked out the window only to have his jaw drop and eyes bulge. "That's your house?" Zayn was barely able to ask.
Liam blushed a deep scarlet and mumbled a yes. Of course he knew how fantastic his house was. Three stories high, and a giant tower containing Liam's room. Egg shell colored and giant glass windows. Oak tree door with swirled designs and a doorbell with the sound to vibrate in every room. Liam knew his house colored every impressed but it wasn't technically his house. It belonged to his dad, a great man, an honest worker, a superior adult. Not Liam.
"It's incredible." Zayn commented.
"Thanks, but it's not mine, it's my fathers." Liam corrected, unbuckling his seat belt and grabbing the door handle.
"Oh-Uh, Liam wait." Zayn called, grabbing Liam's arm.
Liam bolted around, "What?" He snapped.
Zayn stared at him, his eyes darkened, "Never mind." He let go.
Liam's eyes softened and guilt suddenly washed over him. "I need to go Zayn, I'm already late." He explained.
"I know.. So go.." He hissed, staring ahead.
"Zayn.."
"No, you're late so leave."
Liam frowned at Zayn's rude attitude, "Zayn, look at me." Liam ordered.
Zayn turned to him, "What?" He asked in a rough tone.
Liam didn't think twice about what he was going to do, he just grabbed Zayn's collar with both hands and pulled him in quickly for their lips to collide. Sure Zayn wasn't prepared and their lips kind of crashed into each other lopsided but it still made Liam's heart fuzz up. Zayn immediately reacted and started moving his lips with Liam's. Liam realized what was happening and pulled back, panting and flushed.
"Is that what you wanted?" Liam asked.
Zayn was about to open his mouth to answer when Liam shook his head and opened the door, yelling a small thank you and rushing inside just to get a sight of his red faced father, coat shook on, phone crushing in hand.
"Where have you been, Liam?" He gritted angrily.
"I was out." Liam said simply, he didn't need to explain a thing, he didn't do anything wrong.
"With who?" His father pressed.
"Just a friend, dad." He tried to go past his father, but he grabbed Liam's arm.
"Your mothers so worried Liam. If you wanted to stay out later, you could've just asked instead of scaring us half to death."
"It didn't cross my mind." Liam huffed, shrugging his father's hand off him.
"Liam," His father sternly called, "You're grounded for two weeks. You can go to school, work, but then you come straight home after your shift. Understood?"
Liam knew arguing with his father was pointless, "Understood." He cleared, walking upstairs to his room and shutting the door. He quickly jumped onto his bed and let himself drown in his sheets, and be suffocated my his pillows. He thought about school; jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, bullies, teachers. His job; slutty girls, gentle elders, Zayn, angry business men. His parents; workaholic dad, stay-at-home mom, only child. He thought about Zayn; hazel eyes, sharp cheekbones, exposing tattoos, delicious lips, gorgeous hands, sexy uniform.
Liam shook his head and buried himself into his bed. Right now he didn't want to think about anything. He just wanted to rest, he didn't want anything to be on his mind. He still fell asleep, though, thinking about golden eyes and soft lips.
