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Zayn pulled his messenger bag onto his cluttered desk late on Tuesday afternoon. His class had just left around twenty minutes ago. The clock was ticking closer to seven.

Zayn glanced up when there was a knock on his door. The secretary there at the recreation center entered the room, smiling.

"Hello, Mr. Malik. Someone is here to see you," she explained, tucking a strawberry blonde tendril behind her ear.

Zayn furrowed his eyebrows together.

"Someone? Is it Louis?"

"No, it's a new bloke. Says his name is Liam."

Zayn's frown dipped further. Why was Liam here?

"Oh. Tell him to come on in, then."

The receptionist nodded and went to fetch Liam, who entered the room minutes later.

"Hello," the younger spoke quietly, smiling.

Zayn blinked slowly in return.

"How'd you know I'd be here?"

"Louis said you usually stayed here until about eight, after your classes end at six thirty. I figured I'd stop to say hello."

Zayn coughed in his surprise. "You wanted to come see me? Why?"

Liam found himself blushing now.

"Louis said you stayed to do your own art work. I'd like to watch you, if you didn't mind," Liam requested.

Honestly, Zayn hadn't planned on staying for once. But Liam looked so curious and so real that Zayn merely nodded.

"Sure, you can stay. Just don't muck around, yeah?"

"Swear," Liam promised, widening his large, brown puppy eyes and using his index finger to draw an 'x' over the place his heart belonged.

Zayn purposely knocked a paintbrush onto the floor so that he could bend over behind the shelter of his desk, free to blush and smile at Liam's adorableness.

"So, you just teach here at the center?" Liam asked curiously.

"Mhm. I teach a regular art class on Wednesdays and Fridays and an advanced one on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays," Zayn explained.

"Oh. Any age requirement?" Liam teased.

"'Course not. Actually, I thought you'd take the job offer here," the raven-haired man admitted, moving away from his desk to pull out his art crate and the new easel Louis had purchased him for his most recent birthday.

"There's a job offer here?"

"Yeah, there are ads up front. They've added a boxing class just last year. It's on the first floor, where all of the physical classes are. Anyways, they're looking for another trainer in that class," Zayn rambled.

Once again, Zayn was surprising himself with the way he was so okay talking freely to Liam.

"Oh. Wow, I'd actually be up for that while I'm on a break."

"They'd love to have a famous boxer, Liam."

"Especially if he's friends with the beautiful art instructor, yes?" Liam asked shyly, offering a small smile.

Zayn returned it gently. "Especially then."

"What are you working on?" Liam stood beside Zayn, observing the abstract figure the raven-haired man was painting.

"Just a little something random. I like random the most of all I do. I can be free to create."

"So... I kidnapped you this weekend and I'm here with you while you do your favorite thing on the planet. Are we friends yet?" Liam inquired genuinely.

"No. I told you I don't make a good friend."

Liam look unabashed at Zayn's comment. "I'm not going to give up."

"Why not?" Zayn asked softly, turning to face Liam.

"Because some people deserve better than what they think. And you, Zayn, deserve the world. So, I'll give you what I can."

"You don't know me."

"I want to."

"Give up, Liam."

"Never."

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"Don't'cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me! Don't'cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me! Don't'cha. Doo, doo, doo, doo! Don't'cha, baby, Don't'cha!" Louis sang as he rinsed the conditioner from his hair. A round of a applause followed and Louis nearly fell.

"That was brilliant," Harry cooed, sliding open the foggy glass door to see Louis properly.

The older boy blushed and wrapped his arms around his plump torso.

"I wasn't actually singing," Louis mumbled.

"I know this, baby."

"Would you like to shower with me?" Louis questioned shyly.

Harry smiled sympathetically.

"Can't. I have to go Skype Ed before his gig tonight," Harry admitted, leaning in to peck Louis's soft lips.

Harry left the bathroom. Louis sighed and got out. He rather liked Ed, but the red head was skinnier and cuter than him. Skinner, mostly.

Once the small lad was dry, he walked into Harry's room with the towel tight around him. He shyly pulled Harry's tee on since the man wasn't yet back into the room. Right as the shirt touched his mid-thigh, Harry entered, eyes widening.

"Sorry, Lou, I didn't know," he mumbled, climbing onto the bed and pulling his laptop over to him.

Louis climbed beside Harry, hoping to distract him instead.

Harry's eyes trained on the smaller lad. Louis smiled innocently, climbing to straddle Harry's lap. The younger gulped a little, moving his hands to slide up the tee and grip Louis's bare hips.

"I think I'm going to buy my own leggings," Louis spoke casually, moving his tiny hands to play with the buttons of Harry's shirt, slowly undoing them.

Harry's green eyes stayed focused on Louis's face, but the older wouldn't give in to eye contact. He didn't like the pressure of Harry's hands on his wide hips, but he wanted Harry's attention to be on him. He was Harry's boyfriend- not Niall and not Ed. Louis was.

"I'd like that, princess," Harry breathed softly.

"Really? I was thinking about more sweaters, but I rather like yours," Louis continued his trail of unbuttoning Harry's shirt, eyes trained on his own actions.

He ground his bare crotch against Harry's sweatpants-clothed one, being careful due to the friction.

Harry's shaky arms wrapped around Louis's body.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me right now, Tomlinson. I'm about to fuck you into the bed."

"Don't make a promise that you can't keep, Styles."

Next thing Louis knew, he was being shoved down onto his back.

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I'm pretty sure we all know what's about to happen...

QOTC:

Why is Liam so persistent on being friends with Zayn?
(It's not just bc he likes him okay there's a legitimate reason behind it.)

Any guesses on what Louis's plot is going to be about?

PQOTC:

What is your favorite 1D song from each album?? Pick only one

My answer:

UAN- up all night

TMH- she's not afraid

Midnight Memories- Alive

Four- Stockholm Syndrome omf