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Liam didn't know how to explain it, but something was different. Not by a lot, but the difference was still there. And it wasn't a bad different. But Liam wasn't quite sure if it was a good different either. And maybe it had to do with the fact that he was starting to get used to the fact that he was being kept in Zayn's home.

Or maybe it was the fact that Liam got a little closer to Zayn after he had cried into his arms of the day Liam didn't want to but wanted to remember. They had kissed, and well, as expected, things did start to change. 

It wasn't like Liam was starting to show affection to the raven haired man. No, he'd never do that. And it wasn't like Liam was starting to crush on the guy either, because Hello, he kidnapped him for Christs sake's! But he did appreciate him just a little bit for being there when he had no one.

But it scared Liam, scared him so much where the fear went down all the way from his head to his toes and made him shiver a little, that this man, the man who gave him comfort, was in the same bed as him when he woke up the following day. And no Liam did not forget the night before but it still scared him to know that he cuddled, fucking cuddled, with this man.

And Zayn wasn't even in the same bed as him at that moment because when he woke up, there were no eyes staring back at him. But he could feel it, and he could smell the scent of Zayn drifting through his nostrils. A scent that could only be described as none other than Zayn.

What he also did not forget was the utter awkwardness he felt when he padded his way to the kitchen, for the first time actually;he was surprised he even knew where it was, and Zayn was there making him breakfast. He had called him sweet pea, fucking sweet pea, can you believe it?!, and even stuttered over his words like this was the first time they'd met and he was trying to ask Liam out.

It was a bit creepy and nice at the same time, he had to admit. He questioned his safety and trust around Zayn, because of course he couldn't trust him! But he felt like he should, and Liam was not only questioning everything possible, but everything that exists.

And now as Liam sits in his room, he thinks it's time to stop drowning in his thoughts, because honestly he's questioning everything and he doesn't know how many things he can question before he starts losing his mind at his own curiosity.

So before he knows what he's really doing, he's stepping outside his door. Before he would've thought that he wasn't allowed to do this because Zayn liked him being locked up in his room. He'd lock the door and only unlock it when he was feeding Liam or something else of the sort. But up until a few days ago when he went to the kitchen, he figured things had changed because Zayn stopped locking the door.

When Zayn comes barging through the hallway to find Liam stepped outside the door, he finds that he's figured wrong. So he tries to scurry back into his room and hopes that Zayn won't say anything. 

"Why were you stepping outside of that door?" Zayn hasn't even fully made it into the room yet before he's asking, and Liam really just wants to sink into the bed because he thought everything was going good. He thought it would stay like this but obviously Zayn seems a bit mad about something.

And he's right, Zayn is mad. About multiple things actually. One, Harry had called and apologized again for letting Liam go but he only made things worse. Things were fine but then Harry had to go and make him think about that day where he saw Liam at his worst. With tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes, and sobs racking up his whole body.

It made him mad because if Harry hadn't let Liam go, Liam would never have seen that. He never would have been so hurt. But then he was mad for another reason, because if Harry hadn't done that, Liam would never have kissed him. And yeah, when you look at it like that, it doesn't seem like a very bad thing, but when you look at it from Zayn's prospective, it is. It's a very, very bad thing.

Why? Because Zayn knows. He knows Liam was only using him for comfort. Knows that Liam didn't really mean the kiss. Knows that Liam only needed something to keep his mind off Sophia for a little bit. And that's why he's angry because he feels Liam will never like, or love, him back.

And it did nothing but only add fuel to the fire when he heard Liam exiting his room. Yes, he knows he didn't give off any warning when Liam did it the first time, but he should have. If he just lets him get away with it, pretty soon Liam will be up and leaving, thinking that his stay is only temporary, that he can go anywhere he pleases, that Zayn wouldn't mind just because he's unlocked his door and let him come out for once.

No, things just don't work like that. So excuse Zayn if he's a little mad today, but he feels like he deserves to be. And maybe he really doesn't deserve to be angry, but since he feels like it, to hell with deserving.

"I-I thought that since y-you know, you let me out the other d-day that I was-" And Liam doesn't even get to finish his stuttering sentence because Zayn's had enough of his excuse, which actually makes sense, but hell, Zayn's in charge so who does he look like letting Liam have his way?

"Well you thought wrong!" And then Zayn's taking long strides towards the bed and he has no idea what he's doing or where he's going with this, but he's moving with the flow as he's towering over Liam.

And Liam looks scared because Oh god, what in the bloody hell is he going to do to me?! His nostrils are flaring and his breathing is quite heavy even though he hasn't done anything yet, but still he manages to look quite good looking to be honest. But then Zayn's hand is coming down on Liam's cheek, and Liam just wants to either slap himself because, wow he just thought this man actually looked good and then he's slapping him, or cry because ow that actually hurt.

He chooses neither because he really has no time to actually think before Zayn is crawling on top of  him and pinning his hands above him. Then out of nowhere, Zayn's soft but yet rough lips are on his own, and he's actually kissing back because damn Zayn's a really good kisser.

And He's actually going through with this until Zayn starts to take his shirt off.  He's chanting small no's that can barely be heard over Zayn's breathing, and he's shaking his head back and forth but Zayn doesn't seem to see this. Zayn doesn't seem to see anything because his eyes are clouded over with god knows what, and he can't really think straight. All he's thinking is that it really feels good to be in control.

Before Liam knows it, his shirt is off and somewhere on the floor, then Zayn's lips are going back to his. Zayn is kissing him with all the feeling he's got, and he has no idea where this is coming from. All he knows is that Liam's lips looking really good right now, and the bare skin under him is warm and soft under his fingers, and he just never wants this feeling to end.

Liam's not sure what he wants. He loves the feel of Zayn's lips on his, but he's a straight man. He's already gone over this with himself. He doesn't have feelings for him and he never will. The night they cuddled and kissed doesn't change anything, even though Liam clearly knows it does. It was comfort he felt. Everything was just comfort. And it helped. really, it did, it got his mind off her, and that's all he needed so everything was back to normal. Well, as normal as things can be with Zayn sucking at his neck now.

Zayn still hasn't realized what's he's been doing. Not when he's making love bites all over Liam's upper torso, and not when he's unbuckling the belt to Liam's trousers. It's when the belt has been popped off and Zayn has unzipped Liam's pants that he realizes what he's done. What he's doing. What he was going to do. What he was going to take, while Liam is still shaking his head as frantically as he can.

And oh, he did not just do that.