Kick, Push

Competition Day: +3

"Hello?"

Listening to Liam's sleep drunk voice, Zayn can tell that he's woken the male. "I need you."

"Thought you were gonna get him to wake up, not give him a hard on," Louis mocks from his place in front of the Subaru WRX STI, headlights shining onto his body.

"Zayn?" Liam whispers, probably to avoid waking Kristin up. "Is everything ok?"

With it being a quarter past one in the morning, Zayn knows he's got to think up something worthwhile to get the lad out of bed this late. "Scraped up my arm," he lies smoothly. "Can you bring me your first aid kit?" If Liam was in the right of mind, he'd point out that Zayn's always got small bandages and gauze in his bag that he carries on him when he skates, but Zayn thinks the sleepy daze will take care of that memory for him.

Shuffling around can be heard on the other side of the line. "Where are you?"

"Downstairs. You'll see us out front."

Instead of questioning who else was with him, Liam obliges, "Ok, I'll be down in five."

"Change out of your pajamas before you do," Zayn adds before the call gets cut short.

"Why?"

"Louis'll humiliate you if you don't." It's not a total lie, but Zayn's gotta say what he needs to make his plan fall into action quickly, and it seems like it's worked.

"Alright, fine. Bye."

Looking over at where Louis' standing, Zayn sees him waiting to give a snarky comment. "You know you would," he says after ending the call, Louis' shrug saying that Zayn's not wrong.

Five minutes pass, and when Liam comes down, Zayn notices that he's wearing the same thing that he had on earlier in the day: a pair of blue Levi's and a fitted red t-shirt.

The closer that he gets, the more Liam's starting to piece together that he hasn't been told the whole story. Zayn's leaning against the silver car's back door, Niall's pulling a simple kickflip on the sidewalk, and the other four people nearby share a cold drink from the nearest vending machine - doesn't seem like there's immediate danger at all.

"What's going on?" Liam asks gruffly as soon as he's only a few meters in front of Zayn.

"We're kidnapping you," the skater answers bluntly, an evil smile on his lips. "Let's go."

Once the rest of the boys see Liam, they start to finish up what they're talking about and pile into the car.

Liam's eyes trail down to Zayn's exposed skin out of instinct and worry. "Your arm's fine?"

"My arm's never looked better." Shaking out both of his arms over exaggeratedly, Zayn's smile grows.

"You're the boy who cried wolf, I swear," Liam sneers, shaking his head in disapproval.

Louis slaps the top of the car, "Bro, come on!"

"Toss your bag in the back," Zayn says, nodding to where the boot's open and Niall's throwing his board in with the rest of the gear.

When Liam sees all the boards and backpacks in the compartment, he cranes his neck to look at where Zayn's still standing near the door, unsure of what this all means. Only taking a few seconds to think, he tosses his first aid bag in and shuts the boot by the spoiler of the car.

"Wait." He looks into the car, the last to get in since Zayn's already joined the rest. 'There's not enough seats."

The man's right. Harry's in the front passenger seat so his long legs have some space to stretch, a Japanese male around their age is acting as driver, and Louis, Niall, and Zayn are all crammed in the back, the latter doing his best to make room for Liam.