Liam groaned, shifted, and fluttered his eyes opened. He was met with the sight of a tan chest. Perking up, he rubbed his eyes and sat up - or at least, tried to. An arm, casually thrown over his torso stopped him. He turned his head curiously and met view with a peaceful, sleeping Zayn. Liam grinned and cuddled in closer to his boyfriend. God he loved saying that. He gently kissed Zayn’s nose and waited patiently as he stirred.
“Nugh..” Zayn mumbled before peering his eyes opened and staring straight at Liam. “Oh hey.” He said tiredly. “How long ‘ave you been up?” Zayn yawned, moving his arm from around Liam.
“Not long.” Liam answered. “I just woke up actually.”
Zayn smiled at him, bright and beaming. Then something flickered in his eyes and his smile fell. “Shit. Shit, Li, are you ok?” He asked, suddenly, worried.
“What?” Liam questioned, “Yeah, I’m fine. Why, what happened?”
“I mean-” Zayn swallowed, “-Does anything hurt? Your hips of something? Your ass?” Zayn asked carefully.
Liam gazed at him like Zayn had grown two heads and - Oh yeah, that’s right. They had done it last night. “Yeah, yeah, I’m alright Zayn.” Liam assured.
“Are you sure?” Zayn asked.
“Yes Z, I’m not hurt, you didn’t hurt me or anything, I promise. Last night was absolutely perfect.” Liam breathed.
Zayn’s face heated, “Yeah?” He asked, moving closer to Liam.
“Yeah.” Liam concurred, wrapping his arms around the older boys neck and pulling him in for their lips to meet.
Zayn happily kissed back, nibbling on Liam’s bottom lip for a while before they had to pull away for air. Zayn dipped his head down and started nipping at Liam’s neck, causing the brunette to go in a fit of giggles.
~Enter ringtone of choice here~
Liam stopped laughing and turned towards his phone, not that Zayn stopped any of his actions. In fact, Zayn put both his hands on Liam’s thighs so the poor boy couldn’t move. Luckily, Liam was able to grab his phone and answer.
“Hello?” He answered, trying to stifle a moan as Zayn began to suck at his neck.
“Liam!? God, Liam!” Niall’s voice screeched in Liam’s ear.
“Hey, hey Ni.” Liam gritted, trying his hardest not to let out a needy whine.
“Jesus Liam! I’ve called you, like, five times and, shit, I was so fucking worried. I thought the guy you went to did something to you. Don’t you ever scare me like that again Liam, or I’ll kill you. I didn’t even know where you were. I have to meet this fucking guy Liam, I have to.” Niall rambled.
“Mhmm,” Liam whimpered, “That’s nice….”
“Nice!? Are you out of your fucking mind Liam!? Fuck, your dad’s gonna be here in a few minutes and he’s gonna expect you to be here you fucking little shit!”
“Mhmm..” Liam grinned at Zayn with hooded eyes and - “What did you just say?”
“Your dad Liam, he’s gonna be here in a few minutes to pick you up and you aren’t here.” Niall cleared.
“Oh my god.” Liam gaped, pushing Zayn off of him. The raven haired boy gave a distress, wounded look but Liam ignored it. “Oh my freaking god. What do I do Niall?” He asked, frightened.
