010.

No.

The answer has to be no.

It just has to be.

Liam won't let himself be like that. It's wrong. Not for anyone else. No, he wasn't homophobic. But it's wrong for him. Wrong for him to even think of a question like that. Wrong for him to try to solve the mystery. Wrong for him to even think of a situation with another guy.

Everything was just wrong. He wasn't going to start liking a guy. And not just any guy. He wasn't going to start liking Zayn. Not now, not ever. But then again, Zayn's so attractive. Liam's never seen brown eyes that look so sexy on a person other than Zayn.

He has this mysterious look to him that just makes you curious to him. His tattoos and that tanned skin is just..wow. He has this stubble on his chin that sometimes gets unruly and makes him look homeless and still, he looks great.

Liam is in deep. Into a spiral of confusion. He's not sure how to get out. Well, he does but he doesn't like the option of it. He'd rather choose something else but there is nothing else, therefore Liam truly doesn't know how to get himself out. And the fact that he's choosing not to do the only solution, just added on to his problems. He's stuck.

Zayn brought him his food the next day, and he refused to make eye contact. He didn't want to get in trouble with Zayn again though, so instead, he looked at his nose because it was closer to his eyes, But even Zayn's nose is so fucking perfect, so he ended up looking down at his hands.

Zayn growled, repeating something Liam hadn't heard the first time, which he heard as a 'You're welcome'. Liam knew that he was supposed to speak, after all he didn't want another incident, he wanted to make Zayn proud so he wouldn't get hurt. He had said 'thank you' to which thankfully made Zayn a little happy and proud.

He'd been enforcing the whole speaking thing, and if Liam was being honest with himself, he'd say the whole rough side of Zayn was honestly actually really, really, hot. Then later on that night, it started to rain. A little drizzle at first which Liam didn't mind. But then thunder clapped the sky, and lighting flashed through the windows. 

The rain eventually got harder, pelting the whole entire building with a sound that was heard much like small rocks hitting the side of the house. And Liam isn't scared of storms. At all. He never had been. It wasn't some uncontrollable fear of his, it was actually pretty calming to him. But Zayn had insisted that night that he cuddle up to Liam in his bed.

His arms were wrapped tightly around Liam's not so small figure. And Liam somewhat enjoyed it. He didn't want to, but then again, he coldn't control what his body wanted. Something told him though that it wasn't just his body that wanted it. A small part of his brain enjoyed it too. 

The next day, Zayn let him take a shower. But only the shower inside of Zayn's own room. And somehow he had slipped, hard. Because the water was still running, he had no way of getting up without falling down again. He tried, he really did, but his hand coldn't grasp anything that wasn't wet. He was screwed.

Then Zayn comes bursting through the door like some fucking superhero, and manages to help Liam up and out without him falling again. He barely stumbled under Zayn's grip. Zayn didn't even look down at Liam's body, he respected his privacy, no matter how much he didn't want to, and that's what made Liam appreciate him more. 

He even wrapped a towel around Liam and stayed until he knew Liam was okay. He showed that he cared, and it made Liam want to kiss him a bit. Just a bit though.

Basically Liam was fucking screwed over. He was confused as hell. He had no idea what he was supposed to think, or say, or even do. And as he mentioned before, he did not very much like being in a confused state. He resented it even. It caused too much work on his part that he wasn't quite ready to do.

Even if he liked Zayn. he couldn't let himself act different towards him. Zayn wold sense that. Granted, Liam had no idea what wouldn't happen if he did. He knew it was probably nothing bad but still he didn't want to find out. 

He felt like he should be mad at Zayn. Hate him even. But then another part of him felt like he should be grateful towards him. He wasn't sure which part he was supposed to listen to. He wished there were choices to choose from. It was much like a test. There were the multiple choice questions, and then there were those self-explanatory ones that he hated with a passion.

And here Liam was having to answer the self-explanatory question. Did he like Zayn or not? The answer was still undecided. 

But then Zayn's barging into his room again to make sure he's asleep. And since Liam was already laying down that night, he just closes his eyes and pretends he is. Zayn, not knowing the difference, sees Liam as asleep. He walks over to his bed and sits at the side edge of it.

All Liam hears is silence. He's afraid that if he tries to peak through his eyes, Zayn will see that he attempted to be asleep. He's so curious though and it doesn't seem like Zayn is going to do anything to move further. 

Right when Liam is just about to open his eyes and peek, he feels the bed dip, and a body coming close to his. Then he feels a pair of lips on his forehead. Before he can react, the body pulls back the covers and gets in, snuggling right up to him.

Yep, he thinks. I definitely like him.