@Real_Liam_Payne
I'm 100% not homophobic. But I'm also 100% not gay so when somebody says I am I'm gunna say I'm not which does not make me a homophobe
Zayn couldn't even remember the last time he was this mad at Liam. And he didn't even know why really. Sure, it was bound to cause some backlash on Twitter and the like, but people were always in an uproar over the crap Liam posted. Because he did post a lot of crap. And it wasn't like anything was going on with him and Liam. Nothing had ever happened between them, not really, and nothing ever would. So he had no idea why his blood was boiling as he read the tweet again and again, but it was.
"What the fuck, Liam? Why would you post this shit?" he asked, storming into Liam's hotel room as soon as he'd opened the door.
"Did you see that picture that people were saying was me? He had his finger in another guy's ass. I should just ignore that?"
"Be better than acting like being called gay was the worst thing in the world."
"Christ Zayn, I thought you of all people would have my back," he grumbled, looking back down at his phone so that Zayn couldn't see the hurt look in his eyes. "You know I'm not gay and you know I'm not homophobic."
"You sure about that?" Zayn asked, an edge of defiance creeping into his voice.
Liam turned towards him once again, a look of disbelief on his face. "I'm sorry, what? Which part are you accusing me of lying about exactly?"
"I dunno," Zayn shrugged. "Either? Both?"
"Oh for fuck's sake, you know I'm not either of those things. I don't get what you're so upset about."
"Sorry if I don't love the idea that my best mate feels the need to go around screaming from the hilltops about how straight he is," Zayn growled, still not sure why he was making such a big deal out of this when Liam was already getting shit from all sides about it but unable to stop himself from continuing. "You obviously have some issues with your sexuality if you can't handle people thinking you might be gay. That's all I'm saying."
"You know I'm totally secure in my sexuality-"
"Yeah yeah, I get it. You're 100% not gay," Zayn interrupted, tossing his hands up in frustration as he began to pace the room.
"...and I'm not a homophobe either, so don't be like that," Liam finished, doing his best to control his temper while Zayn threw a tantrum. "I'm probably the least homophobic guy in the band."
Zayn snorted at that. Actually fucking snorted. "You sure about that? Have you met Harry? He practically shits rainbows."
"Yeah well, I'm totally cool with gay people too. And just as secure in my sexuality as you are."
Zayn was quiet for a second as an idea popped into his head. And once it was there it was all that he could think about, and he knew that he had to at least try to get Liam to give it a go.
"Sure you are. It's easy enough to say that, but are you willing to prove it?"
"And how would you suggest I do that? I've already been ordered not to say anything else on Twitter."
"Gay chicken."
"Pardon?"
"Did I stutter? Gay chicken," he said slowly, emphasizing each word. "We do stuff to each other, stuff that homophobes would think was 'gay', and the first one to back out loses. I can't think of a better way to prove who's more secure with their sexuality."
