Always You (L.S.) (Completed)

Chapter 8: Ziam (The Beginning)

(October 22nd)

ZAYN

"Hey Harry, do you want to go to the club with me?" I asked my roommate who was sprawled on the bed frowning.

"Nah, you go ahead."

I sighed, walking over to his bed and dropping down next to him. "Come on, you have to stop moping about this. I don't understand why this is a bad thing anyways. You have two great guys that are interested in you. What's the problem?"

"I feel guilty!" he exclaimed. "If I choose KJ, I'm going to lose a great friend in Louis, and if I choose Louis, I'll have lost whatever chance I might have had with KJ. I don't want to hurt either of their feelings."

"Harry, you have a heart of gold, you know?" He blushed, and ducked his head down. I laughed, putting my head on his shoulder. "No, but seriously Harry, you know you're going to have to choose soon, right?"

He sighed. "Yeah, I know."

I smiled at him. "You'll be fine. Everyone has to deal with rejection at some point, right?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You sure you don't want to come?" I asked on more time.

"Maybe I will." he grinned.

"Yay!" I shouted enthusiastically. "Let's go!"

~

An hour later, Harry and I were both smashed, yelling at the top of our voices. 

"HARREH! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

"I LOVE YOU TOO ZAYNIE!"

I sobbed, throwing my arms around him. "Don't leave me!" I wailed. 

~

(A/N: I'm so sorry, I was too lazy to write about what happened in the club, basically, drunk Zayn and drunk Liam met at the club, grinded on each other, went home and had sex. This is the morning after.)

I groaned, waking up to bright lights, and a pounding head.

"Fuck," I moaned, turning around.

To my surprise, I wasn't alone. Lying beside me was a beautiful boy with soft brown hair, and gorgeous features.

I shifted, trying to get a better look at his face, when I felt a sharp pain up my ass.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, jerking back, and falling of the bed.

I groaned in pain. "Fuck me, I'm never drinking again."

"Are you alright?" a voice asked above me, sounding amused.

I just groaned again, closing my eyes. "I hate mornings." I grumbled. "Fuck me."

The boy laughed. "I would, but I already did that last night."

I opened my eyes, shocked. 

He cackled. "I'm just joking. Well, not really, since I did fuck you last night, but..."

"Okay," I rubbed my eyes. "Help me up, please? My ass hurts."

He gave me a shit-eating grin before getting out of the bed to help me up.

"Why are you so cheerful? It's so early in the morning, and you should be hungover." I accused and he laughed again.

"Sorry for your pain, but I don't get hungover." (A/N: I don't get hungover either. It's great.)

"What? That's ridiculous! Everyone gets hungover."

He shrugged. "I don't. By the way, I don't think I got your name."

I gave him a small smirk. "I don't think that's how one-night stands work. You were supposed to be gone by the time I woke up. You suck at this."

He grinned. "I'm gonna be completely honest with you, I don't just want this to be a hookup."

I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah, I wanna get to know you better. Besides," he lowered his voice, putting his mouth near my ear. "I don't think I could get with anyone else when all I can hear is your pretty voice moaning my name."

My eyes widened and I shivered. He winked at me, handing me a piece of paper.

"Call me babe."

And just like that, he was gone.

I stood there for a moment, shocked. There was no denying my attraction to the puppy-eyed boy, he was exactly my type, tall, muscled, tattooed and handsome. He had a sense of humor too. He was the full package.

Sighing, I took out my phone and punched his number in. 

"Hello?"

"Hey, this is, uh, Zayn. From the dorm you just left."

He chuckled. "Wow, that was fast."

I couldn't help the blush that spread on my cheeks.

"Shut up. So, I was thinking about what you said before you left."

"You have my full attention."

"I don't want a relationship. I don't do relationships."

"Oh..." he sounded disappointed.

"But I will admit, I am attracted to you. Like, really attracted to you."

"Oh?"

"I don't want to stop seeing you." I couldn't get the words out.

"Oh, so you want... like a no strings attached relationship? Friends with benefits?"

"Well yeah, except we're not friends."

He chuckled. "Now we are."

"So, I told you my name, are you ever going to tell me yours?"

"Liam. My name is Liam."