games // ziam

v. zayn

"so what happened next?" niall asked as he laid on the floor of my bedroom.

"nothing, we just sat there"

"what do you mean nothing? you're meaning to tell me that you just sat there for who knows how long and nothing happened? zayn what the fuck?"

"i don't know niall, we just couldn't do it. i mean i wanted to kiss him so fucking badly but i just couldn't and i could him wanting to do it to. something is stopping us from doing it" i look at the ceiling, a million thoughts run through my head thinking of what could have happened.

"oh my gosh zayn, why? it's like you're both scared of each other or something"

"i think we are"

niall sat up from the floor and looked at me and rolled his eyes, "call me when you both figure our what to do with your little love story" then he left.

• • • •
"so what do we do now?" liam asks.

"i don't know" i respond with. it seems that's the only phrase i know right now.

we're at this again. close proximity, feeling the tension build up, hearing our hearts beat like a drum, everything seems stacked against us.

"you know we should really stop playing games and get to it" liam said.

"i know, but what happens after that?"

"i don't know" liam said and he looked down at his legs.

"well..." was the only thing that i could say right now.

"we're never gonna do anything are we?" liam said, looking at me with his puppy eyes.

"i guess we aren't meant to be" i said with a shrug, but deep down inside i want to beat those odds and shove it right in the universe's face that liam and i are meant for each other. i want to be with him and prove to everyone that we can do it.

"i love you zayn"

" i love you liam"