𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ✧ 𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘮

four

Zayn takes a deep breath before tapping the green button on his screen. He doesn't say anything first, just listens to the breathing on the other side of the phone. "Mr. Payne?" Zayn asks and he makes sure he keeps his voice soft and as bashful as he can.

He hears an intake of breath and that makes Zayn bite his bottom lip anxiously. "Zayn?"

"Yes sir," Zayn replies, feeling nervous after Liam doesn't say anything else. It's quiet and all Zayn can hear is Mr. Payne's breathing.

"What do–" Liam stops his sentence before taking a deep breath, "Why are you messaging me?"

Zayn frowns. "I already told you, Mr. Payne. I like you."

"You are eighteen," Liam states with emphasis on Zayn's age. "I have a son your age. This isn't– isn't right at all."

Zayn tenses when Liam brings up his son. He doesn't know what to tell him after because all that's running through his head is he's going to find out I know his son. Zayn doesn't want Mr. Payne to know that Zayn ever dated Dylan.

"But– please sir. I–I promise I won't tell anyone about us–"

"There is no us, what– I don't even know you Zayn and– and this is so wrong. I am eighteen years older than you. Do you not see the problem with that?"

Zayn stays silent because what is he suppose to say to that? He thought Mr. Payne was calling him and they were going to talk dirty to one another but that seems like the farthest thing from Mr. Payne's mind.

"No," Zayn's voice is quiet because now he's starting to feel a bit unsure about this whole thing. "I'm eighteen sir, I–I know what I'm doing. I told you, I like you Mr. Payne."

"Please don't send me anymore inappropriate pictures," Liam says instead. His voice is so stern though that Zayn really has a hard time not agreeing with Mr. Payne and just calling this whole thing off.

Zayn bites his bottom lip, "I thought you enjoyed my picture, sir." Zayn definitely hears the soft groan that escapes Liam's mouth and that makes a small smile form on his lips.

"I did, that's the problem," Liam mutters into the phone quietly. "I thought– fuck, I thought your picture was hot as fuck."

"I want to send you more pictures, daddy. Please, can I?" Zayn whispers into the phone, his heartbeat speeding up as realizes what he's just called Mr. Payne.

"No. Please–" Liam's voice is strained as he declines Zayn's offer, "Please don't send another one and– don't call me that."

Zayn feels himself grow embarrassed at being rejected and then he feels anger building up. Before he can clearly think about it, he opens his mouth to reply.

"What the hell? I told you if you didn't want me to keep talking to you then all you had to do was ignore my messages but you're the one who called me, Mr. Payne. Which means you want this."

"You want me," Zayn finishes and without thinking, he ends the call. He's breathing heavily as he groans when he realizes he did in fact end his call with Liam. He never intended to end the call, he just wanted to figure out why Mr. Payne called him if he apparently didn't want Zayn to continue messaging him.