reading between the lines

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Liam's POV

It's 9:38 on a Wednesday morning and I'm lying in bed, mostly naked, next to Zayn. What. The. Hell. Happened?

I sit up and look down at Zayn fast asleep next to me. He's completely naked apart from socks, I don't know why but I find something about his wierdness quite cute. But I'm not gay. I'm NOT gay. But... If I'm not gay then why are the memories of last night flooding back to me with such ease and making me feel as though I'm on top of the world. I don't regret last night but I don't understand why it happened...
Me and Zayn where the last ones awake and we were on the sofa chatting about stuff but I was really stressed about Matty. Zayn was my shoulder to cry on I guess, he comforted me in a way that no one else has ever comforted me and I saw a whole new side to him. Or maybe I just saw him in a different light. I don't know. But anyway we soon ended up in my room, lying and chatting... And then cuddling. That's when he kissed me. I didn't pull away though, I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted to kiss him. I still do.
But anyway, continuing with the story, he kissed me and I kissed back, soon enough he was on top of me and we had both been stripped naked by one another but we were completely hidden under the depth of my duvet. Our hands roamed around each others bodies as our tongues explored one another's mouths and soon I was giving him a handjob. A couple of small moans escaped his mouth but he generally kept them contained. That's when things got more serious as his hips where thrusting and I was the one moaning. I don't know what God damn technique Zayn uses but it's a fucking good one! Wait I probably shouldn't say that should I? But fuck it, who cares what I say. 
Anyways that all you really need to know and how we ended up here, in my bed, mostly naked. I look down at zayns feet again and smirk to myself. Socks. What the hell.

I decide it's probably best to get dressed while Zayn is asleep and can't try to stop me and go in for round two so pull out a plain black t-shirt and some grey sweat pants and put them on before getting back in bed and putting my glasses on to scroll through my phone when my bedroom door begins to creak open. I rapidly throw my duvet over zayns naked body and look up to see Niall's head in my door way.

"Why is Zayn in here?" He asks innocently enough that I hope he didn't see that Zayn was naked.

"We were just chatting and fell asleep" I lie.

"What naked?" Niall smirks "are you two gonna be the next Larry? Oh my god we need a ship name! Ziam!!" Niall shouts, causing Zayn to wake up and turn to face me and Niall.
"Sounds good to me" is all Zayn says before falling back asleep, unbelievable.

"Oh my god we need to tell everyone" Niall says as he gets his phone out.

"No Niall!!" I shout and grab his phone "it's a secret, please, just for now, we aren't even together yet" the word yet lingers on my to the for way too long when I say it and I hope that Niall will recognise my despiration and keep his big gob shut.

"Fine" he Huff's and I give him back his phone as he slouches off my bed and goes back downstairs. I roll my eyes and cuddle Zayn. His body feels right in my arms. Maybe I am gay. And I think I'm okay with that. Zayns the one that I want right now, that's all I really know but that's good enough for me.