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

twenty-two || We need to talk

7 hours later
Saturday evening
5.23pm
The old Record Store

It's not like he didn't want to ignore him. He just needed his space. Yeah, that was all. The boy just wanted to figure his feelings out by not speaking one word to the brunette and just silently working his way around the store, avoiding him anyway possible. But spending this much time with him made him somehow feel all types of ways which he didn't want to feel in the first place. And yet it still happened. It was dead silent in the record shop. The only sound echoing through the small place was the static noises coming from the record player. Everyone had left about an hour ago, leaving the two teenage boys alone to lock up the local music store.

Zayn was currently moving around the front of the store, putting all the records that were on sale in the right order and to their rightful place. He hummed softly to himself, looking at the covers of the records. Gently gnawing at his bottom lip, he grabbed one of Elvis' albums and placed the stack aside. He walked over to the record player, pulling the vinyl out. He carefully placed it in the player and looked at the back of the album, trying to look for a good song. Once he picked one, he focused the needle on it. His lips formed into a smile as soon as the song started to play through the shop, bobbing his head to the beat.

"When I was little, my mama said to me
'One day you'll find a love to last eternally'." Zayn started singing the lyrics of I want you with me, making his way back to the stack of records. On the way back, he moved his hips a little to the song, giggling to himself.

He shook his head at that and grabbed the stack, heading towards the back where Liam was currently working at and placing it aside. He could hear shifting coming from behind him but decided to ignore it, up until he felt someone's presence.

"We need to talk."

Were the words that caused a shiver to run down the boy's, the brunettes hot breath hitting his skin. Zayn gulped and bit his lip hard. "There's- uh, I don't- we don't have to talk." He stumbled over his words, his heart starting to beat rapidly in his chest.

"Yes we do have to talk." Liam said and licked his lips. He placed his hands on Zayn's hips and turned the shorter boy around so they were face to face, the two of them standing way too close in each other's business. Zayn's breath hitched in the back of his throat and he looked up at the older latter, not sure what to say.

"Did I do something wrong for you to ignore me?" Liam asked softly and looked down at him questionably, obviously confused. "I've been trying to days to talk to you but you just avoid me and it's really driving me crazy."

Zayn sighed and looked down, leaning his back against the wall. "I'm- I'm sorry. I just- uh–" the boy had no clue how to word it right what he wanted to say. "You- you see- um, it's like- I just- I think my feelings are a little- I feel like- fuck, I don't know how to say it." He whined and puffed softly, looking down embarrassingly.

"Then just say it."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you'd drop the friendship."

Liam looked down at him a little surprised. "What do you mean I would drop the friendship just like that. Seriously, Zayn? Is that what you think of me? That I would just do this?" Zayn could hear the hurt hinting in the brunette's voice and he instantly felt bad, biting his lip.

"No- I just- I mean- um, i don't- fuck." The boy cursed. "You don't understand I'm going through right now. I have- my feelings for you- they're- god, they're everywhere. Every-fucking-where. And- and I don't know how to handle them. Because- I just- I like you more than I'm- than a friend and when I told Bella she told me I should avoid you to make them go away but it's not working because everywhere I look I magically think of you. It's killing me. You have no fucking idea. And I just- you drive me crazy. So fucking crazy. All I want to do is grab you and kiss you and god knows what else. You make mad and it's making me even more mad because you're still with that self-centered, cake-faced bitch who doesn't even care about you and- and- and I love you and you just–" there was no chance Zayn could finish because his rambling was interrupted by a pair of soft lips pressing against his, his eyes suddenly widening in shock and his body freezing up. His back was pushed up against the nearest wall, his stomach having butterflies swarming around.

He was shocked. He couldn't believe his crush – or more like the love of his life – was kissing him right now. His mind was racing with a million thoughts and his heart was about to explode. He could feel his toes curl in his shoes at the feeling of Liam's soft yet rough lips moving against his. After so long it was finally happening. Liam was kissing him. A dream come true. Ever since middle school he's been pining after him and now he got the chance. And he loved every second of it.

The brunette soon pulled away before Zayn had a chance of kissing back, his tongue licking over his lips before looking down at him the sixteen year old. "Sorry, I just had t–" the boy cupped the jocks chubby face and smashed their lips back together for another kiss to shut him up, this one being a lot more fierce and passionate. Liam didn't hesitate with kissing him back, his hands moved to grip at the boy's slim waist as they stood their, the sound of lips smacking echoing through the room.

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