follow me// larry + ziam (and a side of niall)

4: Zayn

ZAYN POV

"Drink on three. Ready?" Zayn and Liam both held a shot of vodka and were sitting in the middle of Zayn's bed. 

"No, but I'll do it anyways." Liam laughed. 

"1, 2, 3." Zayn tipped his head back to down the sour liquid, and Liam did the same. 

"That shit is nasty." Liam coughed and dropped the shot glass in a plastic container. 

"It really is," Zayn did the same, "Let's play a game or something while we wait for it to kick in." 

"Okay. Any ideas?"

"I would say twenty questions but I feel like we already know everything about each other."

"Mm that's a fair point. Truth or dare?"

"Sure, I'll go first. Truth to dare?" Zayn asked, his head beginning to spin a bit. 

"Truth."

"What is," He looked around the room for inspiration, "Your favorite time of day?"

"Probably nighttime. Truth or dare?"

"Uh, dare." Zayn rubbed his forehead, trying to think straight. It seemed as though Liam was having the same problem. 

"Huh. I dare you to tell me your deepest, darkest secret Zayn Malik." Liam said. 

"Isn't that more of a truth question?" Zayn's heart beat sped up.

"Nope." Liam popped the 'p'.

"I'll tell you my darkest deepest secret Liam Payne," Zayn giggled at the swirling feeling in his head, "I like boys. Cute boys. Cute boys are nice." He giggled again and played with his fingers. 

"What?"

"My turn, truth or dare?" The room floated in circles.

"Wait, Zayn why didn't you tell me this?" 

"Tell you what?"

"That you like boys?"

"Did I say that? Oopsies." Zayn giggled flopped backwards on the bed. 

"Zayn." 

"Hmm?"

"What the fuck." Liam stood up and paced across the floor. Well, more like stumbled across the floor and into the wall. 

"Why are you walking so fast, come snuggle." Zayn opened his arms in a childish manner. 

"Zayn." 

"Stop saying my name like that, I'm not a five year old."

"Well, now we know what drunk Zayn is like." Liam sighed and sat on the edge of the bed and Zayn laughed. 

"Snuggles pleaseee." Zayn whined, pulling the comforter over his body. 

"Zayn I don't think that's a good idea. I'll take the couch tonight." Liam mumbled before pulling an extra blanket off the edge of Zayn's bed. 

"No, Lima come back." 

"Zayn. You can't just say something like that and then expect me to be fine."

"What did I say again?"

"Maybe this will be a better conversation for tomorrow. I can't even think." Liam walked over and kissed Zayn on the forehead before smiling and leaving the room.

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Zayn's head hurt like a bitch when he opened his eyes to the world. What the fuck did they do last night? He rolled over to check on Liam, but he wasn't there. Confusion crossed his mind, so he rolled out of bed to find him. 

"Liam?" The bathroom was empty, and so was the hallway so he continued to the kitchen. He was at the counter with a bowl of cereal and two cups of tea. 

"Hey." Liam smiled.

"Good morning. You never get up before me, what happened?" Zayn hugged Liam from behind. 

"I slept on the couch." Liam mumbled, and Zayn immediately retracted his arms.

"What? Why?" His heart pounded. 

"Do you not remember anything from last night?"

"Oh shit. What did I do?" Zayn face palmed with a chuckle. 

"You told me something." Liam said, and Zayn froze. 

"What did I tell you?" Zayn's heart picked up pace even more. 

"You really don't remember?" Liam asked. 

"No. Not at all." He shook his head.

"You told me you like boys." Liam said almost in a whisper.

"I... What?" Zayn ran his hands through his hair before pacing in the kitchen.

"Calm down, it's okay Z."

"I, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Lying isn't gonna help this."

"Fuck fuck fuck." Zayn walked over to the sink and filled a glass with water. He chugged a couple sips before adding some Advil to the mixture. "My fucking head hurts."

"Mine does too." Liam got up from his stool and walked over to Zayn. "You know it's okay, right? You liking boys?" Zayn couldn't make eye contact with him. "I don't think of you any differently, but I do wish you had told me before a drunk game of truth or dare."

"Okay."

"Zayn--"

"No, I just need some time to process that someone knows."

"Alright. Do you want me to leave?" Liam asked slowly, and Zayn's face softened at the boy in front of him. 

"No, of course not," Zayn bit his lip in contemplation, "Can I still hug you?"

"Yeah." Liam opened his arms and Zayn melted into the embrace. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." 

"It's okay Z, like I said, I don't think of you any differently." They stayed wrapped in the hug for a good two or three minutes, both just thinking and enjoying the comfort. 

"We're still skipping school today right? It's already like ten anyways." Liam sighed and let go. 

"Yeah, might as well. If my mom comes home early, I'll just tell her I felt sick and you insisted on staying with me."

"Okay." They wandered back up the stairs and into Zayn's room. "Is it alright if I, like, ask you some questions about it? The whole liking boys thing?"

"I guess I owe you that much." Zayn shrugged before laying down on his back on the bed. 

"How long have you known?" Liam asked. 

"Maybe a year or two." Zayn sighed. 

"That long? Did you ever plan on telling me?" Liam sounded hurt. 

"In all honesty, no. I didn't plan on telling anyone."

"Have you ever kissed a boy?" Liam quietly asked. 

"No, never had the opportunity."

"Would you, if you could?" 

"Depends on the person." Zayn rolled over to look at Liam who wouldn't make eye contact with him. 

"Can I admit something?"

"Of course Li. Anything." Zayn rested his chin in his palm.

"I've always kind of wanted to know what it felt like to kiss a boy."

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A/N: CLIFF HANGERRRRRR OH SNAP!! y'all are gonna have to wait until the pov gets back to Liam heheheheh I feel evil but oh well. What do you think so far? I really only left it there bc I gotta go to school and hate leaving in the middle of a chapter lol. Vote and comment!