Liam got off of his white Range Rover and ran his fingers through his hair. He fixed his button up shirt as he walked towards the front door of Zayn's house - well Zayn's parent's house.

He fixed himself up, wanting to look presentable and good looking- which he is, although he doesn't need to try.

Zayn on the other hand was beyond not ready, hair not styled up, he left it down and didn't bother with it. He was wearing his baggy grey sweats, hugging loosely around his lower hips, he wasn't wearing any shirt though he really should since Shahid and Niall are on their way to his.

He wasn't ready, even though he forgot that Liam was coming over to pick him up for the date, the date he said no plenty of times but Liam didn't seem to understand that Zayn didn't want to go.

However, Liam did understand he just doesn't take no for an answer and doesn't like rejections- though he got rejected 6 times by Zayn.

Liam pressed the door bell button, waiting for someone to open the door (hoping that it'll be Zayn.)

To his luck, it was a short brunette woman in her 30s with a warm smile across her. She looked like Zayn but a middle aged woman version, same eyes and smile resemblance.

"Hey, Mrs Malik. Is Zayn home?" Liam asked, putting on his famous charming smile.

Trisha smiled, nodding her head and opened the door some more, mentioning Liam to come inside. "Come in dear and yes he is. He's in his room, are you his friend?"

Liam happily stepped in, looking around the house, inhaling the vanilla sweet smell. He felt warm and fuzzy in the inside as he looked around, smiling.

"Yeah, I'm his friend. I'm taking him out, but I'm guessing he forgot."

Trisha frowned, shutting the door and walked towards where Liam guessed was the kitchen and followed her, eyes roaming around the warm cozy house.

"He didn't mention going out somewhere, although he mentioned that his friends Niall and Shahid were coming over any time soon."

Liam raised an eyebrow, looking down at her and slightly nodded. "Oh, he didn't? He must've forgot about it then." Liam replied.

Trisha smiled sweetly up at him, her white straight perfect teeth showing. "Yeah, maybe. You can go see him if you want, do you want something to drink or eat?"

Liam nodded, licking his lips slowly at the mention of drink. "Yes please, coffee would be nice."

Trisha nodded, clapping her hands together and smiled. "Alright, sweetie. Go on, go see Zayn and remind him while I make your coffee."

Liam smiled at that, nodding his head obliging her, making his way towards the stairs, eyes wondering around as he walked through the hallway.

Liam spotted Zayn's door within minutes later without anyone having to tell him which room his was in.

Zayn was scrolling through twitter, tweeting and ranting about Liam mostly because he needed to vent and let out everything- his feelings towards Liam about him stalking his ass.

Liam fixed himself up again and wrapped his big hand around the golden door knob and opened the door, stepping in quickly and shut the door behind him, possibly- maybe locking it as well.

"Hey, princess." He said in his dark usual voice, smirking and walked towards Zayn who was on the bed half naked which Liam started thinking dirty and made him smirk at the thought.

Zayn shot his head up as he heard the familiar voice he hated so much, his eyes widen and he covered his naked torso with a pillow that he grabbed beside him and looked at Liam with his big amber eyes wondering why Liam was here.

He noticed the smirk and the look on Liam's face, wanting to desperately slap the smirk off of his face.

"What fuck! What're you doing here?!" Zayn shouted, scooting over to pick up his shirt that was on the floor and quickly threw it on him, tugging down on it quickly to cover up his torso.

Liam sat on the end of the bed, smirking still and watching Zayn intently. "Remember the date?"

"What date? Oh, that. Remember i said no like a thousand times?"

Liam shook his head. "No, I don't remember you recalling that."

Zayn rolled his eyes, getting off of his bed and stood in front of Liam who was resting both of his hand on the bed, leaning back and looked at Zayn amusingly, knowing that he'll be shouting at him any second.

"You need to get out of here! Now! How did you know where I live? Oh wait- I know, because you stalk me! Don't you have a life other than stalking the shit out of me?!"

And yeah Liam was right, he smirked as he watch Zayn throw his arms up into the air, face a bit red from all the shouting.

Liam sat back enjoying the view in front of him, he grabbed Zayn by the waist and pulled him on top of him before Zayn could even continue shouting at him for no reason- though he knew why which he found amusing.

Zayn let out a surprise noise as he landed on top of Liam who was now laying down on his back, their faces were close, lips inches away- if any of them move, their lips would be touching.

Zayn stared at Liam for a moment, things: that was surrounding him seemed to be a blur in the corner of his eyes. Everything seemed to freeze for him, he was suddenly lost in Liam's chocolate orbs.

He actually didn't notice how attractive and handsome Liam really was, although he knew he was but this close and fuck, Zayn's breath always seem to hitch.

He couldn't find any flaws, he was trying to find and spot one but there was nothing he could see. No flaws at all.

He could feel his minty, warm breath against his lips making him slightly shiver. They both stated for a moment, having what seems like a staring competition.

Liam and his mind were having a debate to just kiss the living hell out of Zayn right at this moment but he knew Zayn wouldn't like it, not now at least.

It seemed forever for the two, Zayn on top of Liam, Liam underneath Zayn his arms around wrapped protectively around him, their faces so close to the point that it seems like they were about to kiss.

Zayn came back to reality, quickly sitting up - trying to get off of Liam but Liam held him captive, pushing him down on the bed and pinned Zayn's wrists above him.

Zayn looked up at Liam with a look of surprise on his face wondering what the heck is going on. "Let go!"

Liam smirked shaking his head and placed his left leg in between Zayn's own. His knee was so close to touching Zayn's crotch. "Not until you stop squirming and at least come out tonight with me."

Zayn protest, squirming and wriggling underneath him. "Stop. It." Liam demanded, voice dark and his hold around Zayn's wrist tightened.

"Stop squirming or I'll do something you possibly like or won't like if you're into that kind of stuff."

Zayn stopped squirming and moving underneath him, looking at something other than Liam.

Liam looked at him, jawline sharp and on point and his neck looked so good to suck and bite on.

He licked his lips, leaning down and pressed his slightly wet lips against the flesh, he started sucking and swirled his tongue making Zayn gasp loudly and squeal at the friction.

Liam smirked, sucking harder and wanting to hear Zayn moan and let out a gasp. So he got what he wanted - Zayn letting out a soft pleasurable moan instead of gasping in surprise and shock.

Liam pulled out few minutes later with a pop sound, looking at almost looking bruised hickey. Zayn opened his eyes, looking at him shocked.

"Why did you do that? Oh my god, mums going to kill!! Get off of me, please. I'll go out with you tonight, just please let go.." Zayn begged, looking up at Liam with pleading eyes.

"Okay, baby boy." Liam smiled, nodding softly and slowly let go of his wrists.

He got off of Zayn, standing up and stared at the purple and red looking fresh hickey. "Get ready, I'll be downstairs." Liam smirked, leaning down and quickly kissing the hickey, blowing air on the fresh hickey that caused Zayn to shiver and form goosebumps on his body.

Zayn looked at him, mouth agape as he watched Liam leave his room, he took a deep breath, getting off of his bed and ran towards his bathroom, switching on the lights and tilted his head to the side, looking at himself in the mirror.

He stared at the hickey, bringing his fingers up to the hot fresh hickey wanting to touch it but he knew it would hurt and sting if he did.

He stared at it for a moment, shaking his head. "Well, I'm fucked."

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I love this book tbh, I enjoy writing it and I'm in love. Hope you guys love it too! As much as I love it.