In the eyes of the Broken hearted & My heart in your Fingertips || ziam mpreg✔️

eight || Zendaya, the cockblocker

1 hour later
Saturday afternoon
12.09pm
The old Record Store

Put Your Head On My Shoulder by Paul Anka was peacefully playing in the empty record shop. The soft music was mixed with the sound of uncontrollable giggling and records albums dropping on the floor from the back of the store, Zayn trying his best to contain himself. The teenagers were trying to organize all the new records they got delivered a few minutes ago, Liam managing to always knock a tower over due to how clumsy he was.

"Liam, stop, you don't- stop!" Zayn squeaked and caught the last tower standing that Liam – once again – almost knocked over.

"I just want my Coca Cola." The jock whined, teaching his hand out to grab the bright red and white can from the table. "It's not my fault that everything's in the way." He smiled when he looked over at the sixteen year old, Zayn looking back at him. His cheeks heated and his heart jumped at the glance in Liam's eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies. He never experienced having this much fun with someone in a while. Zayn never really had any friends and knowing his crush wanted to hang out with him made him happy – more than happy even.

"Bullshit. You're doing this on purpose." The boy gave the older latter a knowing look, grinning widely at him. The tip of his tongue pressed against the back of his pearly white teeth, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching.

Liam clutched his chest dramatically, releasing a exaggerated gasp. "Did Zayn Malik just cuss?" He lifted one of his bushy brows questioningly at him.

"I did no–"

"Liar! Words like that should not come from an innocent boy like you."

"I'm not really that innoc–"

"Are you lying to be again?" Liam scooted closer until he was right in front of Zayn, the boy still being a bit smaller which had him looking down at him.

"If you knew me better," the younger boy trailed off and tilted his head, staring at Liam with his big hazel eyes, "you'd know I'm not that innocent." He said cheekily before giggling, the brunette wanting to coo at how adorable the Junior was being.

"Oh really?" Liam chuckled.

Zayn shrugged. "Maybe."

"I'd like to know the other side of you then."

"You can't. Because if so, I would have to take off my shirt to prove it."

"Well why don't you?"

"Because,"

"Because?" The senior hummed with an amused look on his face, kind of hoping that the boy would take of his shirt. "Because I don't like showing my body in public." Zayn replied, his sun-kissed cheeks gaining a crimson red color. He looked down at his lap and fiddled with his fingers, teeth now nervously gnawing the skin of his bottom lip.

He felt two fingers being placed under his chin, his head suddenly getting lifted gently yet with a small bit of force. His eyes moved back up to meet Liam's warm orbs; Hazel meeting Chocolate. His breath coaxed in the back of his throat when he realized how close their faces were, the brunette's hot breath lingering on his lips.

"We're alone you know," Liam whispered softly, "no one would mind."

The hairs on the back of Zayn's neck rose at the lad's soothing voice, the boy nodding his head. "I- I know- know," he stuttered, "I'm just- I'm just insecure about- I don't like taking my shirt off in front of people." He admitted, his mind spinning at the fact that they were close to kissing. He was desperate to feel those lips against his, wanting nothing more but to kiss the seventeen year old already. The desire rushed through his veins as well as the adrenaline, his hands gripping at the fabric of his jeans.