vowed ➼ ziam mayne

seventeen

the resort, as it turned out to be, was more posh than liam had anticipated 

it was small, just the perfect size for the 4 of them. it was a nice pinkish-white color, fancy seats, classy yet modern beds, a nice large swimming pool and many other things. there were separate rooms for all four of them. there was even a spare bedroom 

"how did you pay for this?" harry asked louis in awe. harry, zayn had told him, loved expensive things for some reason 

"it actually wasn't that expensive. the dealer had actually known my family so i got an extra discount. and" louis said turning around "your welcome by the way" he said to other boys

"mr. tomlinson" said a raspy, heavily accented voice. the greeting was kind of abrupt, it made liam jump a little which made zayn chuckle fondly. liam blushed, though harry's words rang in his head, like a bell 

i've seen the way you look at each other 

what did that mean? what did harry mean when he said that? zayn and liam were just friends weren't they? yes, maybe liam had feelings for zayn, but that didn't stop them from being friends didn't it? 

liam tore his mind away from his thoughts and took a moment to take in the sight in front of him. the voice who spoke came from a -- surprising as it may seem -- from a boy. he had a mass of dirty blonde hair, sun-tanned skin and jewel-blue eyes, black glasses framed his eyes. there was a friendly air about the boy, liam liked him immediately 

"niall!" louis exclaimed. they exchanged a bro-hug (well that was what liam called it). "guys this niall. niall horan. he's my dealer"

"he's a dealer" zayn asked incredulously. liam could relate. niall literally looked like he was 17, though liam suspected he was a lot older than that 

niall cleared his throat "hello to you too. and yes i'm a dealer. i'm 21 thanks very much" niall said tartly. he looked amused at zayn's bemusement. 

"he tends to be bitch at times" louis observed and told niall. niall burst out laughing. he had a nice contagious laugh

"he's the only person i've met that laughs like 'hahahaha'" harry muttered, liam chuckled 

"lima" zayn whispered into his ear. liam's heart fluttered at the nickname "i want to show you something"

he gently grabbed liam's hands. an all-too-familiar jolt went through liam . he decided to ignore it. zayn and him made their way out of the resort. zayn made his way around the beach, still gently holding liam's hands. liam marveled zayn's hands. they were calloused, but slender and thin and graceful. the hands of an artist. 

 zayn stopped and let liam's hand go. zayn had taken him to another part of the beach. it overlooked the cliffs, the sand, the sea shore. the sun was setting. stars were visible where the sky had already darkened. 

liam looked at zayn. his raven hair was long enough to hang past his ears, they curled at the nape of his neck. his eyes were a copper brown from the red-yellow glow of the sun. soft lips were pushed behind his teeth. 

liam yearned to touch him, yearned to kiss his soft pink lips. but it hurt even more knowing the feeling of his silky hair, the feeling of his fine-grained soft lips 

a realization set over liam. a realization so brutal and harsh and wonderful, liam wanted to puke, as he looked at the boy standing in front of him, liam knew, dread setting at the pit of his stomach

he was falling in love 

-niall