The Little Things; Ziall & Larry (AU) *Completed*

Chapter Five; Lace & Broken Lead & Piggy Back Rides & Models

AUTHORS NOTE; HELLOOOO! So... I won't always do an authors note but if i do it's because i'm really bored, or have something somewhat important to say... Right now i choose all of the ABOVE. <3 I'd like to tell you all that i'm enjoying writing this, it's really fun, and please don't bore of it! Chapter Six is when the drama starts to unfold, and everyone gets scared... So continue reading, i promise you won't regret it, i have big expectations and high hopes for this book! (: I'd love to hear what you think so vote, comment, and if you're feeling very adverntuours, FAN AND MESSAGE ME! I'd love to hear whatever you have to say . . . ! ~Leam/BeTheChange

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Chapter Five; Lace & Broken Lead & Piggy Back Rides & Models

   Liam woke up with an awful hang-over. His head was throbbing, it felt like his skull might split open, and his tongue was a thick piece of cloth in his mouth, dry and full and strangling him. He sat up slowly, putting a hand to his head and trying to ward off another streak of white hot pain as he slowly slid out of his bed, the dark green duvet quilt falling to wrap around his ankles coyly. He staggered drunkenly down the hallway, padding in his stocking feet into the bathroom, the cold soaking through his socks. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he turned on the cold tap, cupping his hands underneath the icy spray of water he splashed his eyes. When he felt his brain chugging along slowly, desperately trying piece together what had happened he realized something.

The exam! He swished mouthwash immediately, running into his room and pulling on two different pairs of paper thin Tom shoes and yanking a hoodie over his head in the process. He ran out of the house with a banana shoved in his pocket, and his cheeks puffed out with minty liquid. When he made it out side he spit out everything in his mouth and ran down the sidewalk, clutching a pencil tightly in his hand. He had to make this test! It would make the rest of his life!

He jumped over a crack, looking at the ivy coated testing facility in the distance. His mind was clouded, the back of his head stinging. He burst into the building, running smack into another kid in his level, who gripped his shoulders to steady the curly haired lad.

“You’re just in time!” Denis said, smiling at his hung-over friend. Groaning with a grin on his face Liam sighed heavily, his friend’s voice echoing annoyingly in his ears as he waited for further queuing.

“Hey, bro, what’s that?” Denise asked, brushing his dark hair out of his eyes and reaching into the hood of Liam’s hastily thrown on sweater. He was holding a small, petite pair of pink and black lacy under-wear. His face burning Liam snatched up the perpetrating piece of clothing, shoving it into the pockets of his sweats and grinning numbly at the ground.

“I don’t know; I was so hammered last night I don’t remember anything after arriving.” Liam said truthfully, messaging both of his temples with his fingertips as one of the classroom doors opened and a monitor motioned for those taking the test to enter. Liam followed his Indian friend into the room.

“Must’ve been a good night.” Denise said loftily, throwing a smirk at Liam over his shoulder as the two slipped into side-by-side seats and Liam sat his pencil atop his desk.

It was broken.

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“Niall,” Zayn said as he shoved the finished portrait of the blond boy into his pocket, watching the shorter lad stack papers and slip them into his over the shoulder portfolio, “Would you like to get some lunch with me and Opaque? She’d enjoy your company and so would I.” Zayn’s cheeks flushed crimson, and he stood up out of the chair, clocking out on the time table on the other side of the room, passing several crudely colored in coloring pages. For a second the blond boy appeared to be focusing solely on his small, beige colored card with his name and weekly shifts printed onto it, like it had the reason for life printed on it in italics. His dirty blond eyebrows scrunched together, forming what seemed to be a thick caterpillar above his cerulean eyes. They shined the dimmest gray in the fluorescent office lighting.