Hi guys! So this took a little longer than I thought but here’s part 5 of bad boy Liam/good boy photographer Zayn. (: Uhm, honestly, I don’t know what to do with this. I apparently keep leaving cliff hanger, but I thought I had ended it like three parts ago! (x But uhm, should I make it into a mini-series? I feel like I should, it’s up to you guys though. Here’s part 1, part 2, part 3, and part 4. (: Sorry for the wait and thanks for the prompts. xx
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Let me taste the ash on your tongue
Second hand smoking is love
If Zayn could kid himself, he could say he had gotten sleep. But that was a lie, and his eyes were tired and his body ached.
It was that damned song, repeating those last two lines, over and over. Until all his thoughts were Liam and those lines. That song that was so bluntly about him. It made him angry. Made him rage because it wasn’t fair, wasn’t fair at all how Liam had taken almost everything from him, yet Zayn wanted him to take more. Take everything from him.
But Zayn was a good boy, good and wholesome. And Liam was brash and dirty, nothing Zayn ever wanted.
Zayn sighed, eyes on the ceiling, his camera on his night stand, untouched. Because his camera had Liam, Liam frozen in time, just for him to see. It made his camera dirty. And he had not taken a picture in days.
Which meant he was antsy, fingers itching to click away, but his heart was stubborn, was always his downfall.
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“Zayn?” Niall asked, mouth chewing slowly. Louis smiling at him, hand reaching to link with his. As if Niall needed moral support to confront Zayn.
“Yeah?” Zayn said, eyes unfocused, mouth sipping at his coffee, looking bored at Niall.
“Is your camera broken?” the blond asked, Louis squeezing his fingers.
“No,” Zayn said, eyes shifting to his friends connected hands, “so when did you guys get together?” he said casually, eyes lingering on their connected hands
“Soon?” Niall asked.
“Whatever.”
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Louis tracked him down, interrupting his wallowing and night of depression.
“Ok, so maybe we weren’t going to tell you,” Louis talked along as he turned the stove on.
“It’s whatever, honestly, I don’t really care,” Zayn said casually.
“So then, what’s bothering you?”
“Nothing, honestly,” Zayn answered, eyes shifting and earning a scoff from Louis.
“If it’s that rude biker boy, then you better stop wallowing and just go and fuck him again.”
“What?”
“I saw the pictures,” Louis smirked, “you look really pretty blushing like that.”
“That’s not nice,” Zayn pouted.
“But it’s true.”
Zayn sighed, for the millionth time since Liam came into his life.
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Liam hasn’t had a drink in days, mostly because his mouth is too busy eating everything he can. He blames this on the fact that he lives with two girls.
They rub of him. Honestly, Liam is manly.
Right now he’s eating ice cream, right from the tub, in his jumper and joggers, eyes dead and mouth constantly full of ice cream. Chocolate, because it’s his favorite, and the color of Zayn’s eyes.
Ok, so he wasn’t so manly. He blamed Zayn, who had apparently broken his heart when he walked out during his song.
To be fair, he didn’t know it was his song, but it was extremely obvious. Right?
Danielle rolls her eyes at him any chance she gets, and she laughs at how Zayn pretty much turned him into a big sobbing girl.
He isn’t sobbing, he’s just having trouble breathing. Besides, if he really wanted Zayn, he would have had him by now. Zayn is so not worth his time, not even his friend (Niall? Was it?) was good enough. He still mentally kicked himself for even looking at the blond like that, he felt dirty, like he had cheated on Zayn. And then he felt even more stupid, because they weren’t even together.
And as for as he knew, the blond was now with the blue eyed terror that had gone to his house. His life was just one big gay web.
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Harry was visiting today, which meant lots of reunion sex. That is until Harry had walked in to a sleeping Liam with ice cream smudge all over his face.
Then it just meant a lot of catching up.
And Liam told him about Zayn the photographer, and Niall, the one night stand. And Louis, the scariest of them all.
Eleanor had walked in on sometime, and had heard the entire story, down to the gritty sex.
“Sounds like you really like him; you never wrote me a song.” Harry said slowly.
Liam bit his lip, “that’s because you only ever wanted sex.”
“Wasn’t Zayn supposed to be just sex?” Eleanor asked.
“Yeah, he was.”
“Does he know about Niall?”
And Liam shook his head and hoped to hell he didn’t.
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When Niall told him of the almost one night stand, Zayn had flipped. His hand had connected with Niall’s nose and somewhere along the blows; he had ended up on his back, with Louis on top of him, breathing harshly.
“No one lays a hand on him but me,” Louis whispered angrily.
“You and Liam,” Zayn said full of venom.
Louis pushed him down, head hitting the floor, “Fuck you, fuck you and your foul mood, it’s good to see Liam rubbed of you.”
Zayn got up, blushing as he suddenly realized how rude he was being, “I’m sorry, so sorry Niall…I have to go.”
And the picked up his camera first the first time in days.
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Harry had taken him to a walk around the park, and Liam had tried really hard not to roll his eyes at how girly it was. He put on his leather jacket and his biker boots. The ones he knew drove Harry insane.
But Harry was being weird, gingerly taking his hand and keeping his distance.
“What’s up with you?” Liam had finally asked, as they stopped at the bench near the duck pond.
“You aren’t free to take anymore, there’s Zayn, it feels weird,” Harry explained.
“I will always have time for you though.”
“Yeah I know,” Harry smiled and gave him a squeeze, “but you and Zayn need to work out, I have a good vibe about you two together.
Liam smiled and nodded, liking how Zayn’s name fit with him. Finding some odd comfort that Harry saw them together.
They sat for a while watching the ducks reach for fish. Until there was a rustling in the bushes and the click of a camera, and if Liam could have moved faster, he would.
Zayn emerged from the bushes, leaves stuck in his hair, camera focus on a lone duck. Liam felt a strange pang, knowing the camera was no longer directed to him, not just him frozen for Zayn till the end of time.
“Is that him?” Harry asked, had come to the conclusion as Liam gripped unto him for dear life.
“Yeah…that’s him,” he breathes out and Harry nodded, smiling.
“Hey you!” he called out, and Zayn saw them for the first time.
“Yeah?” he asked, eyes focused on Liam, and if Liam wasn’t in denial, he could have seen the hurt in the tanned boy’s eyes.
“Take a picture of us?” Harry smiled, Liam freezing.
“Yeah, ok,” Zayn said slowly, blinking slowly, “yeah.”
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Zayn walked towards the couple, towards Liam and the curly haired boy. His eyes were green, and despite the jealously, he was hoping the green would be as vibrant as in the picture as it was in real life.
He lifted his camera and shifted a bit, until he got the shot he wanted, the green eyed boy smiling and Liam looking into the distance, pass Zayn.
Before he had clicked away, Liam had turned and had pressed his lips to the boy’s cheek, just in time for Zayn to capture it on film.
Zayn lowered his camera and smiled weakly, “I have to go,” he said.
And all Liam had left of him was the rustling of the bushes and the tell tale scent of a cigarette.
(Source: acresoflouis)
