My sister's boyfriend

12

Momma didn't raise no fool. 

Liam would never back down from a challenge, no big or small. So when Harry dared him to buzz cut his hair, he didn't say no. He simply clenched his fists together as the buzz of the razors took of a large majority of his hair. 

"Can't believe you did it, Li." Harry was legitimately surprised and Liam was scared that he would hate what he looked like now. Instead, he rubbed his head with a small smile, actually enjoying the newness that he felt within him. 

It's been half a month since the incident in the bathroom. Liam has made every single possible move to not be at home or be even relatively near Zayn and it has worked. Liam doesn't really know half of the time why he just runs, but he knows it is the only way he does not screw up again. Zayn has not tried to find him or seek him out and he was happy for that. At least he thought he felt happy, instead he felt low key miserable. He missed the boy's touch, although it is the only thing he should not want-he wants it anyway.

Zayn was not his first, but the connection he feels to the man afterwards makes him feel like he was. He can't think of his name without seeing the small things such as his face when he finds that spot or the way Zayn wants nothing else other than cuddles when it's over and done with. Liam thought he could be over and done with it but-even with Zayn nearly completely out of the picture-he realized he could never really be over and done with something to intimate, like it cut a little too deep and left its scar on Liam's entire mind and body. 

"I like it." Liam commented on himself, rubbing his head some more, feeling the soft hair. Harry was texting away on his phone until his face lit up faster than a Christmas tree. 

"Lou invited us to a party." Harry beamed, typing away. There was no doubt he was already confirming that he was going and dragging Liam along with him. Liam smiled fondly at Harry's energetic reaction. 

"You have a nickname for him now? SO sweet." Liam dramatically clutched his heart, pretending to fan girl as Harry's cheeks began to turn red. He flipped him off, deciding to rummage through Liam's drawers for something to wear. This was normal between them, to constantly share each other's clothes like it was their own (honestly the shirts have been around so much, there is no recollection of which shirt belongs to whom). 

"I'm wearing the black v-neck." Harry simply said and Liam shrugged in confirmation, stepping out to use the bathroom. He passed Zayn on his way there, ignoring the quickening pace of his heart and getting his business done. When he stepped out, Zayn was still there with an expectant look. He scoffed, leaning against the wall, and waited for Zayn to speak up. 

"So I heard something about a party.." 

"No one invited you, Zayn." Liam spoke calmly but he was not feeling that was. He crossed his arms to hide the shaking of his hands and resist the urge to touch the smaller man. 

"Louis' my best friend, remember?" Zayn replied with a chuckle and Liam felt his cheeks heat up because yeah, he knew that. 

"Well it doesn't mean you have to go."

"Perrie wants to go with her friends tonight and everyone needs a DD." Of course Zayn would decide to be a designated driver. Liam shook away the thoughts of Zayn wrapping his arms around his waist and guiding him to his car-then Liam kissing the life out of him, drunk or not. 

"God, do you have to ruin everything?" Liam didn't mean it the way it came out. He wasn't annoyed with Zayn's presence whatsoever or was he really bothered by the compromising situation at this point, but he caught the change in the man's face and he was gone before Liam could apologize. Liam cursed himself for being such a dick before stepping into his room.