Ziam one shots

You be the Words, I'll be the Rhyming

By: liamsfreckles

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"Liam Payne."

He was glad that Tuesdays were his least busy days in the office. Not that he wasn't without things to do: but when you ran your own programming company, you could afford to take a break when you wanted.

In this case: his break was answering a phone call from his daughters school.

"Mr. Payne? Hi, it's Ms. Wright, and I'm Mackenzie's teacher." The lady on the other end of the phone said. Her voice was nasally, and it reminded him of almost every school teacher he had when he was a kid. "I was wondering if you'd be able to come in as soon as possible to discuss your daughter."

Liam sat up a little straighter in his chair, his dark brow furrowing slightly with concern. "Is there something wrong? Is Mac okay?"

Ms. Wright sighed. "Yes, Mr. Payne, she's perfectly alright: we just need to come in to discuss a...different matter."

"Is it serious?" Liam asked, glancing to the clock on his computer. He had a meeting with a start up company in an hour about redoing their entire site. "I mean, could it wait until end of day?"

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Payne: it's a matter that we at the school wish to rectify right away, rather than let it fester for longer than necessary." Ms. Wright replied, and it set Liam's teeth on edge.

"Alright, yeah. I can be there in about twenty minutes." He replied, pushing his glasses to the top of his head.

They exchanged goodbyes and Liam ended the call, sighing as he checked the clock. He pushed himself away from his desk and stood up, glancing around the open-concept office to find the one person who could help him out.

"Ni, mate." Liam called, watching as a bleach-blonde head popped up from behind a computer screen. "Need your help."

Niall tugged off his headphones and shuffled his chair sideways. "Anythin'. Whatcha need?"

"I need you to take my meeting with that Louis Tomlinson fellow this afternoon." Liam pleaded, turning on his best puppy dog face.

"Oh no...no no no. Not Louis. Last time he was in he asked what part of Scotland I was from." Niall said, shaking his head violently. "AND had the audacity to be wearing that Doncaster Rovers jersey..."

"Ni, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't serious." Liam cut him off, already pushing his belongings into his bag. "I got a call from Mac's school and they want me in right away, yeah? You do this for me, half the commission is yours."

Niall's features softened. "Well why didn't you say it was about me goddaughter? Make it twenty-five percent and we'll call it even." Niall grinned, putting his headphones back on. "And give 'er a kiss for me."

Liam ducked his chin into his chest as he zipped up his knapsack. "I owe you." He said, sliding the strap onto his shoulder.

Niall waved him off. "Jus' bring her around this weekend. Harry and I haven't seen her in way too long, mate."

Liam nodded in agreement, chuckling to himself as he pushed his chair in and made his way by Niall's desk, ruffling the mess of blonde hair, before darting out of his office and towards his daughters school.

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Zayn got to the school with a few minutes to spare, walking down the hallway, his eyes on the numbers of each room.

He turned the corner and found the room he was looking for: 114. It was quiet in the hallways, as all the kids were out at lunch, with the exception of another man sitting in an impossibly small chair just outside the door.