Death of a Bachelor ✶ Marcel ✶

✶ E L E V E N ✶

"I can't wear this. What if I trip and fall and my boob flops out?"

Veronica mindlessly refutes yet another of Liam's many worries as she continues unrolling curlers from the blonde's hair. Liam has been stressing since she woke up. First, it was the makeup. (Pink eyeshadow? Are you nuts?) Then, it was the shoes. (You want me to fucking die.) And the hair. (I'm going to look like the cowardly lion post-makeover.) At this point, Veronica has resorted to tuning her out.

"All done," she says, flicking the last curler onto the glass-top vanity. "Stand up and let me see my masterpiece."

Liam reluctantly rises, giving Veronica doubtful puppy eyes the whole time.

"If I ever had a moment where it would finally dawn on me that I was gay, this would be it. Shit, this might be it."

Liam rolls her eyes. "No guy in his right mind would ever find me attractive."

"Wanna bet? Let's ask Zayn what he thinks."

"What?! No!"

"ZAAAAAAAYN!" Veronica yells out, ignoring the sheer terror and protests of her closest friend.

His artfully messy black hair appears in the doorway soon enough. "What?" he snips, not too keen on being forced to chauffeur his sister and her friends around.

"We need a male opinion on Liam's new look," she smirks, feeling like Cupid. But an evil Cupid. Nega-Cupid.

It's then that Zayn's eyes flicker over to Liam, bugging like his entire life is flashing before his eyes. "Goddamn."

"I knew I looked stupid," Liam mutters, beet red.

Zayn schools himself back into some semblance of a functioning human being. "No, Liam. You look different. Like good. Not that you don't always look good. But like I need a cold shower kind of good where as normally... you're... cute." Zayn trails off, but the damage is done. He already looks like an absolute idiot.

"Really?" Liam blushes, looking up at Zayn through her whispy false lashes. The action seems to just about do him in.

"Yes, Liam really. You can sit on his dick later. We have class." Veronica hastily grabs her shit and gets the fuck out of there before they actually start fucking in front of her.

The car ride, however, isn't much better. Zayn keep staring at Liam through the rear view mirror, and Veronica swears that he purposely takes the route with more speed bumps.

"Get out of my car, Veronica," Zayn demands as soon as they pull up to the school while maintaining eye contact with Liam.

"I didn't want to see you two fuck anyway," she snaps back at him, climbing out of the backseat. Both parties ignore her.

It's not until fifteen minutes into first period that Liam shows up, all traces of her nude lipstick gone. The girl smiles sheepishly at the teacher as she makes her way over to her seat.

"Well, well, well," Harry smirks, turning around in her seat to face Liam. Like always, her chocolate brown curls are tied in a pristine ponytail that bounces with her every word. "What have you been up to?"

"Nothing much," Liam smirks right back, knowing that she's about to make Harry hella jealous. It's not every day you have the upper hand against Harry Styles. "Just sucked Zayn Malik's dick so hard he cried."

Harry's jaw drops while Veronica groans. "Could we maybe not brag about my brother like that?"

"You? With him?" Harry looks like she's about to have an aneurysm. Zayn is somewhat of a pinnacle of good looks in the town. Maybe even the state. But, unfortunately for most, he refuses to date minors— Harry included.... Liam apparently not.