the pizza's here // ziam

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"The pizza's here!" Niall shouts from the couch when the loud knocking echos through the flat. He guzzles down the rest of his second beer and comfortably places his feet on the coffee table. A magazine displaying two superheroes falls on the floor but he pretends not to notice. Niall turns up the telly slightly more when the game comes back from on from ads. "Liam! The pizza!" He shouts again.

"Coming Ni, damn," Liam says quietly as he walks out of the hallway. "Why couldn't you open the door yourself?" He asks grabbing money he put on the countertop in his kitchen.

"It's too far away," Niall moans, closing his eyes for a more persuasive, dramatic effect. Liam huffs in annoyance and glares at the 10 foot distance from the couch to the door. He looks through the peephole in his flat door and confirms it is indeed the pizza delivery guy. Liam has been beginning to form that habit, looking through the peephole. He read in a newspaper article that an old lady got robbed because she opened the door to her house thinking it was her grandson, but no. It was a robber. (The story later states that the robber was on some serious drugs and that the old lady knocked him out with her cane but Liam didn't get that far in the story.)

He opens the door and smiles at the boy holding 2 medium pepperoni and sausage pizzas at the door. The boy looks up and returns the smile but Liam's breath hitches. This pizza delivery guy was no ordinary pizza delivery guy. He was a hot one. His hair was ruffled to perfection, skin a lovely tan. Liam thought that it was plausible that his jawbone actually cut the pizzas into slices. And his eyes, oh his eyes. A lovely hazel mixed with dark brown, his long eyelashes fluttering with each blink. Tight jeans showed off his legs and the tight black company shirt was tight around his biceps. "It's gonna be 20 pounds," he says with a accent that Liam thought was fuzzy and sexy and everything in between. Liam's smile deflates as he stares at the 15 pounds he has in his hand. "I uhh..w-wait one second mate, come on in though," Liam says frantically while running back to his room to find more money.

The guy walks in, eyes scanning the bookshelves of organized movies and comic books. Some are framed against the white walls and he spots a guitar on its stand near the tv displaying the footie game.

"Hey what's your name?" Niall asks standing up from the couch. "Z-Zayn," the pizza guy replies. Niall nods and takes the pizzas from Zayn. He places them down on the coffee table and opens the box on the top. He grabs a piece and takes a bite. "Well," Niall says while chewing, "Pretty sure my friend Liam here thinks you're hot stuff. He gave me 'the look.' You ever get that from a friend? The oh-my-god-look-he's-so-hot look? Probably not because your one and only friend isn't the gayest guy to live on this planet. Any who-"

"Here ya go," Liam says emerging from around the corner. He hands Zayn the rest of the money and a decent tip (totally not due to the fact that he was hot as hell.) Zayn smiles and thanks Liam. "Thanks man, you read?" He replies gesturing towards the comics. Liam's eyes go blank before he smiles, "Do I? I love em'." Zayn opens his mouth to speak but he gets cut off by the blonde who sat back down on the couch.

"Okay, you two can fangirl about your comics the next time Liam orders pizza, which will probably be never because he's on a health fix. Much to my dismay. The only damn time I come and visit you you're buying sugar free everything..." Niall begins to complain while grabbing another piece. "I had to practically beg heir to order this pizza."

"Thanks," Liam says blushing, ignoring Niall.

Zayn nods, "Yeah, no problem. I uh see ya around?" Zayn questions before his ears turn red and backs out of the door before turning around. Not noticing the little wave from Liam.

"Damn, how stupid can you get Zayn? 'See ya around?' Seriously?" He talks to himself as he walks back to his car.

"Wowww, see ya around? That's the best he's got?" Niall laughs. Liam shakes his head in defense while hesitantly grabbing a piece of pizza. He puts in on a little plastic plate and dabs it with a napkin to soak up excess grease. "Oh shut up, his hotness made up for it," Liam says, taking a big bite. He closes his eyes and practically moans from how good it tastes. He almost forgot how good pizza tastes.

"Damn Liam it's like you've never eaten pizza in your life."

Liam ignores Niall's remark and seriously considers ordering pizza for dinner tomorrow just so he can see the delivery boy again.

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wey hey this is ziam because honestly they are like in my top 3 opts ok behind larry and destiel ok ziam makes me feel some type of way and they aRE SO DAMN HOT JESUS

also creds to drowning- for the fineeee af cover