Perfect // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 25

~If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do~

Liam was the only one who woke up early enough the next day to eat some of the complimentary breakfast that was down near the lobby. He left a yogurt in Zayn's room - all of the boys had keys to each other's rooms, and some muffins in Louis', therefore Harry's, room, and he left Niall a banana.

Around one, Louis and Harry went to the address that Simon had left them, to get the guns. "I thought that the hotel was going to have metal detectors." Harry huffed and puffed.

"It does. Zayn'll take 'em down for us them in three, two, one -" A little green light was suddenly present over the doors, replacing the red one from a moment ago. "Disarmed." Louis walked into the hotel with his duffel bag, went up the stairs - Harry trailing along.

The afternoon before, Niall had to be the one to complain to the front desk about their rooms being separated. Unfortunately, it was a problem that could not be fixed - which was actually part of their plan. Zayn needed the room that he got on the seventh floor - it was above the security room on the ground level. The other four rooms were on the eighteenth floor. Zayn woke up as they pushed him into a cab, and he slept through the evening yesterday. Niall watched him until he woke up, and then he was on his computer for a while before deciding on another short nap before he had to be up.

Then him and Niall watched movies while Louis and Harry were out, until Zayn had to override the metal detectors for a minute. "Good morning!" Harry said, coming into Zayn's room. Louis dumped the bag of guns of the floor. "Where's Liam?"

"Flirting down in the casino." Niall said.

"That man cannot figure out what he wants." Zayn shook his head.

"Like most millennial straight guys, he needs to be told what he wants. So tell him. Finally." Harry looked at Zayn after quoting Riverdale, and no one in the room responded. "That's from Riverdale, you scum, but the advice still stands, Zayn."

"I'm not going to force someone into liking me. Or being gay. Or labeling themselves. I'm just going to do whatever makes me happy." Zayn smiled.

Louis was apprehensive. "Does that involve getting back with your math teacher?"

"God, no. He was fired and hates me." Zayn told the room. "Still sexy as hell though."

"One minute I think you have good morals and beliefs and then I realize that you're in love with a math teacher from MIT."

"He works at a high school now. Still hot." Zayn said. "And, I'm not in love with him!"

"I am taking a nap before the party tonight. And Zayn, well everyone, I advise not picking anyone up tonight. We start this show at seven on the dot." Louis walked out the room, shutting the door. He wasn't scared. Not one bit.

But everyone else?

That's up for debate.

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"You're a scoundrel." Zayn said, laughing at Liam. Zayn was a little bit drunk, and Liam was completely sober, and there were half-dressed girls everywhere. There was a VIP strip club that Zayn had gotten him and Liam into by flirting with a cute bartender. The others were still at the casino.

Liam was feeding off of the energy in the room, and Zayn, after a while, grew very quiet. "I am in love with you." Okay, maybe he was very drunk. Which was not supposed to happen.

"No, you're not, little bean." Liam told him.

"You're a bean! LIMA BEAN!" Zayn cackled, falling over himself into Liam's lap. "Dance with me, Lima."

"No, little bean." Liam told him. He watched Zayn's every move, as he danced on other girls and guys in the crowd. The hairs on his arms stood up, and he ran through the crowd a second later to stop him from doing body shots off of some girl. "Come on. I think it's time for bed." He told the drunk man.

"I'm not an infant." Zayn said. "I am an adult."

"Who's drunk out of his mind! Louis is going to be pissed!"

"Who cares what Louis thinks?" Zayn said. "I'm having fun. Forgetting about my worries. I came here to forget someone."

"Was it me?" Liam asked brazenly.

"Hmmm?" Zayn said, dancing on Liam.

"Did you come here to forget me, little bean?"

There was a long pause, in which Liam became very away of his flirtatious vibes by calling Zayn a little bean. But he couldn't help himself. It was the only way that he could describe Zayn tonight.

"Did you come here to stop me?" Zayn said, with a grin on his face. "Because that's the only reason that I can see why you've been following me all night."

"It was too make sure that you didn't drink too much, but I see that I didn't do my job." Liam looked down, knowing that if he talked to Zayn for one second longer, he'd end up doing something that he might regret.

"Liam." Zayn said, trying to pull Liam's head down for a kiss. Liam put his hand over Zayn's mouth, and Zayn licked it. "Kiss?"

"It's bedtime, little bean." Liam said simply, throwing Zayn over his shoulder. "And am I glad you won't remember this tomorrow."