Good Years || ziam au✔️

e i g h t e e n || when management caught us

Past
May 22nd, 2012
Tuesday afternoon
2.10 P.M.
Malik-Payne Flat
London, UK

"Fuck, Liam." Zayn moaned softly as he felt Liam thrust into him deeply, his hands fisting at the sheets. He bit down the pillow, burying his face deeply into it and muffling the sounds he was making, feeling the pleasure rush through his body. He could feel Liam's hands gripping at his hips, digging his fingers into his skin.

He gasped loudly, whimpering softly as the brunet suddenly slowed down, rolling his hips teasingly slow. Zayn pushed his hips back, wanting his boyfriend to go back to the pace he had before.

"Stop being such a fucking tease." The older bloke groaned out, turning his head a little to glare at the brunet. All he got in return was a cheeky smirk before Liam leaned down and pressed his lips against Zayn's.

The dark haired latter snuck an arm around his neck and kissed him back immediately, pulling him closer. He moaned against his mouth as soon as his boyfriend picked up the pace, pulling away to get out of the uncomfortable position.

His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and his head tilted to the side, giving the younger lad access to his neck. About three minutes later, both of them came, their bedroom filling with loud moans and groans. They both slumped onto the bed, breathing heavily and calming down from their highs.

Zayn chuckled breathlessly and cuddled into Liam's side, letting his head rest on his chest. He hummed softly and smiled to himself. They had the day off after working the entire week. They decided to make the best of it and just stay inside, having sex and eating a lot of food. It was the best they could do since they couldn't be seen in public together like that. Though, it was worth it.

"What are you hungry for?" Liam asked, licking his lips as he grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

"Seriously?" Zayn laughed. "You're hungry, again?" He asked and looked up at him.

"I get hungry after sex." Liam chuckled and grinned. "So, what do you wanna eat?"

"I'll just take some water." The dark haired latter rolled his eyes fondly and giggled, watching as the brunet climbe out of bed while mumbling a your loss. He smiled and propped his elbow up, resting his head against his hand. He checked him out, biting his lip and grinning.

He still wasn't over the fact that all of that was his. It still seemed surreal if he was honest. Liam was his boyfriend. He was actually his boyfriend. He still didn't know how it happened, but he wasn't going to question it any further. He was finally happy and that was all that mattered to him.

He laid back down as soon as Liam exited the room. His eyes moved up to stare at the ceiling, a goofy smile forming on his lips. He fluttered his eyes shut, shifting into a much more comfortable position. Yet once he heard Liam call for him downstairs, he had to leave it.

He sighed, getting up and pulling on a pair of boxers. He walked down the steps. "It better be something important or else–" He looked up once he reached the bottom of the stairs, his eyes moving towards the front door only to see Simon standing there with two employees from their management.

Simon rose one of his brows and examined both of the young lads, chuckling dryly. "And here I thought Harry and Louis were the only ones." He claimed before walking passed the brunet, heading to the lounging area.

"What the hell are you doing here Simon?" Liam asked him, glancing at zayn.

"I'm just here for Zayn, Liam." Simon hummed and sat down on their couch, leaning back. "I have a PR deal for him and I'm guessing it's perfect, now that I know you two are fucking."

"PR deal?" Zayn furrowed his brows. "Why?"

"To benefit a girl band." One of the employees replied for the older man, pulling out a file from the suitcase he carried with.

"Which one?" Zayn looked at them.

"Little Mix."

"I'm not really–"

"You don't have a choice, Zayn." Simon interrupted the nineteen year old, giving him a look. "You signed a contract. So you're going to do it."

"But–"

"There are no buts." Simon chuckled cynically and shook his head. "We're just here to have you sign one last contract before you have to go on a date with Perrie Edwards."

Zayn and Liam shared a glance. "I'm not going to." The dark haired latter protested and crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly, standing beside Liam. He wasn't going to be in some PR relationship just because it was going to benefit a rising girl band. He had nothing against Perrie. He thought she was pretty cool when he first met her at the X-Factor last year, but he didn't want to be in a fake relationship with her just because their management wanted him to be.

"You have no choice, Zayn. Unless," Simon started, humming, "You want to quit. But that would cost you, a lot."

"Is that- is that a threat?" Liam suddenly asked, staring at the older man.

"Is it, Liam?"

The brunet clenched his jaw and balled his hands into fists. "You know, this is our house so we don't tolerate this type of disrespect here."

"I'm not being disrespectful, Payne." Simon let out a light laugh. "All we're doing is trying to make a deal with your boyfriend here. But if he doesn't want to, we can easily quit him and make him pay for it. Hell, we could even ruin him if we wanted to."

"You're sick." The younger lad scoffed.

"Not the first time I've heard that, son." Simone chuckled. He drifted his attention back to a shifty zayn. "Now, Zayn, what are you going to do?" He asked him, tilting his head.

The dark haired latter looked at the older man before glancing at the contracts sitting on the coffee table. He sighed. He just started this career and he didn't want to leave Liam alone with it so soon. So, he made his way towards them. Before the brunet could even stop him, Zayn had already signed the contract, agreeing on the PR.

Simon smirked. "Pleasure doing business boys." He said and got up. They walked passed the couple and left the flat, a silence falling between Zayn and Liam.

"What the hell, Zayn?" Liam asked as soon as the door closed, looking at his boyfriend.

"I wasn't going to plan on leaving you alone with that psychopath." Zayn said.

"You shouldn't have agreed with it." It was evident he was angry, specifically by the way he was raising his voice. "I don't want to see you with a girl!"

"And you think it was easy for me to see you with Danielle?"

"That was different!"

"Was it!?" Zayn glared at him. "Because it wasn't. The only difference was you were actually with her! So a fake relationship has nothing in fucking common with it. All it's going to be is a few pictures and dates. That's it." He explained, inhaling a deep breath.

"It's not like I'm going to fucking marry her or anything." He mumbled. The only person he wants to be married to is Liam. And he hoped it was going to happen some day in the future.

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