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Smoking weed is not something Liam does regularly. In fact, he can count how many times he’s smoked on one hand -Twice-. It’s not that he has anything against it, for fuck’s sake, his own mum smokes quite regularly in fact. It’s just that Liam prefers to stay level headed for the most of the time and being the new kid in Bradford means he wouldn’t even know where to get any anyways. He could get some from his mum, but that’s a whole different thing and would most definitely involve him smoking it with her.
This time, however, is different, this time he’s with Niall Horan. Pretty much the coolest boy in Bradford, Next to Zayn Malik, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson that is. And when one the coolest boys in school ask you if you want to skip you’re shared gym class to smoke a blunt in his car, you are kinda obligated to say yes. So here they are, sitting in Niall’s beat up Volvo. Liam not so slyly scoping out the parking lot to make sure no one is around because the last thing he needs is to get kicked out of BHS for smoking pot with Niall Horan on school grounds.
Niall is busy digging through all the random crap in the back of his car. “Sorry mate, I really should clean out my car once in a while.” He mumbles voice sounds far off in the back seat, with his head under a jacket. Liam laughs lowly “It’s alright mate, much rather be here than in the gym.”
Niall laughs before letting out a small whoop of success. He crawls back into the driver’s seat, holding out a fat and decently rolled blunt with a large grin. “T’s grape.” He says, holding it out for Liam to smell and look over. Liam nods, at this point in his life he knows, mostly because of his mum, that it doesn’t matter what it’s wrapped in. It matters what’s inside.
The back door on the Volvo opens swiftly, making Liam jump so high he actually hits his head on the roof. He lets out an embarrassing squeak as his eyes meet a pair of dark honey eyes over the seat rest. “Zaynier!” Niall cries happily, passing the blunt to Zayn to light up.
“Glad you could make it.” Zayn rolls his eyes, placing the blunt between his lips and lighting it with a flick of a lighter. “Yeah, well almost didn’t,” Zayn says in between puffs. Liam is kind of mesmerized, watching him spark up the blunt. The way his plump pink lips wrap around it, but mostly the way he looks down at the end where the flame hits. His eyes going cross, it’s quite cute.
Liam doesn’t hear why Zayn almost didn’t make it. He really only comes back to it when Zayn hands him the blunt first instead of Niall. A small blush creeps to his face as he takes a puff. Liam knows that crushing on one of his new friends is a bad idea. He just can’t help it.
Zayn is without a doubt the most beautiful person that he has ever seen, let alone had the courage or the opportunity to talk to. So really it’s no wonder that he gets all tongue-tied whenever Zayn comes around.
“Liam mate, are you even listening?” Niall says loudly, cutting through Liam’s thoughts swiftly. Liam grimaces, reaching behind him to scratch his neck awkwardly. “Ah, no. Sorry, what were you saying Ni?” Niall lets out a sigh, shaking his head at Liam. He goes to say something more but is cut off by Zayn.
He velvet voice cutting through the foggy air in the car. “Ni, you talk too much. Leave the poor kid alone. Let’s get high in peace before Harry and Louis come over and ruin it by making out.” Liam lets out a snort at that, he’s not wrong honestly.
Basically, all Louis and Harry do anymore besides plan parties and pull pranks is make out. You would think that after 10+ years of being best friends and 5 years of being together they would have gotten over the Honeymoon faze but it seems that they are just the perfect combination.
“Ya not wrong there Zaynie.” Niall says before snatching the blunt from Liam’s fingertips and puffing on it some. Zayn nods, he eyes flashing down to his phone where he proceeds to quickly type something out before shoving it back in his pocket and leaning forwards in his seat.
“So are you guys goin’ to Perrie’s party tonight?” He asks casually, his eyes raking over Liam; who in turn shrugs. “Didn’t even know there was a party mate. Was just gonna stay in, pretend to do maths and watch The Green Lantern.” Liam says, watching as a smile pulls its way across Zayn’s features.
“I quite like the Green Lantern. Maybe I’ll join you.” Zayn says with a wink, making even more heat rise to Liam’s face at the thought of having Zayn Malik in his room. Alone. “Nah, fook dat mate. We are goin’ partying whether you like it or not.” Niall says before passing the blunt to the Zayn, he blows out a quite impressive cloud of smoke before turning back to Liam.
“I think we all deserve a night out in the town, doncha think so Leeyumo?” He asks but Liam doesn’t respond to busy watching Zayn smoke on the blunt.
xXx
Later on, that day when school is finally out and Liam makes it home in one piece after driving home with Niall and the rest of the group, they dropped him off at his doorstep but only after Louis made him swear up and down that he would go to the party by twisting his nips until Liam was just about screaming.
When he made it inside, the house was silent. Not unusual for this time of day in the Payne house what with his mum and dad both working down at the factory. Both of his sisters gone away to college until the summer. He quickly sets his bag by the door and heads straight for the fridge. pulling out the largest bowl in the house to make cereal in.
With the bowl in hand, he heads upstairs to his room. Absentmindedly he reflects that the last time he smoked weed, over six months ago when he first moved to Bradford, he wasn’t nearly this hungry last time. Leave it to Niall to have the stuff that gives you the munchies.
After almost literally inhaling the bowl of cereal, he sets the bowl on his nightstand. Knowing full well that later on when his mum gets home she’s gonna freak at the sight of it. She hates clutter, almost to the point of OCD. Some times it can get out of hand but Liam has found that leaving out one bowl can some times slide by without incident.
He eyes the clock on his desk, half past 3, Niall had shouted out that he would be returning to get Liam around 5 so really there wasn’t really much time. Especially if he wanted to look good for Zayn. Not that the other boy would even ever notice him. Zayn has much better options and far too good of taste to pick Liam.
Liam ends up pushing that thought away. He just needs to let Zayn go, if he is ever going to really make friends here he is going to have to not let himself ruin it. Especially not by falling for the most popular boy in school, one of his friends.
He ends up spending way more time on an outfit then he really intended to, in fact, it takes up so much of his time that he only has 10 minutes to try and control his stupid curly hair; because unlike Mr. Perfect-Curly-Haired Styles, curly hair just doesn’t really work for him. Well, that’s at least how he sees it anyway.
After that nightmare is taken care of he heads downstairs, dark blue pullover in hand. Never can be too sure of the weather, especially around springtime. Once he hits the bottom of the landing its almost home free until his mum spots him.
“Liam, dear. Come in here for a mo?” She calls from the den, he can already smell the sweet smell of whatever indica hybrid she is smoking on to relax after work. He steps just inside the doorway, flashing a smile over to her and silently praying that Niall is late like normal.
It’s not that his mum doesn’t like Niall it’s just that he knows they will get stuck here for a while, while his mum and Niall smoke and chat up. His mum and Niall really get a long way to well for just a short visit when they see each other. “You’re dad has to work the night shift tonight so it’s just me and you, Dear. Did you want any dinner?” She asks between puffs, the smoke coiling out from her nose.
Liam shakes his head, leaning back onto the door frame. “Actually, I’m gonna go out with the lads. There is a party at Perrie’s tonight.” She nods knowingly, absentmindedly trying to hand him her joint like she would his dad. He shakes his head “No thanks mum, I’m probably going to end up being the DD for Niall again.” The good thing about his mum is that she really doesn’t care as long as you do it safely and make it home before 3 a.m. His dad on the other is usually the one to put down the foot.
Always asking if Liam has done his homework first before going out, Liam has a free period most mornings so really any homework not done tonight can always be done tomorrow. Not that Liam has any homework, just because he hangs out with the cool kids doesn’t mean he doesn’t do his homework. In fact, that’s something Louis teases him about but only to have him ask later after everyone has left if Liam will still tutor him in Maths. Of course, Liam always says yes.
“You know, Lima-bean, you can always say no and have a little fun yourself. You don’t always have to be on the straight and narrow.” Liam rolls his eyes, leave it to his hair-brained mother to suggest that Liam, an underage person, have some fun and drink a little booze. “Alright mum, I’ll give it a thought.” He says half-heartedly. “You do that love and make sure you have a good time.”
Liam’s out the door after calling out an ‘I love you’ before she can ask him anything else or try to give him any more advice. Once he shuts the door he goes to pull out his phone to message Niall when a horn sounds, about scaring the piss out of him.
There at the end of the drive is Zayn on his motorbike. That’s something that really drew Liam’s attention to Zayn on his first day at BHS, watching the raven-haired boy ride by on that mechanical death trap of his. Every bit as beautiful as he was then as he is now. “Are you gonna get on or you just gonna stand there and stare at me?” Zayn asks, eyebrow raised and Liam blushes.
“I thought Niall was gonna come get me?” He squeaks out, eyeing the bike nervously. He’s never been on a bike before. “Yeah well something came up, so you’re with me now Leeyum.” He says roughly tossing the helmet towards Liam. Liam barely catches it in time. He straps the helmet on, nervously getting on to the bike behind Zayn, his heads fumbling about uselessly.
“Wh-where’s you’re helmet?” Liam askes and Zayn replies with a laugh and a shake of his head. “You got it, babe; only got one.” He says flicking the kickstand up and starting the bike with a hard kick. “Better hold on tight, gonna take you for a ride.” He says with a smirk, revving the engine high before taking off like a bolt of lightning.
Much to Zayn’s delight, Liam lets out a small shrike. Arms instantly clamping down on Zayn’s middle and his head bearing into his shoulder the faster they go. Zayn must really know what he’s doing as he weaves in and out of traffic with Liam clutching onto his back like his life depends on it, which in truth it kinda feels like it does.
Sooner then Liam thinks they are pulling up to Perrie’s street, cars already overflowing down the road from lack of parking. They come to a slow as Zayn looks for a spot. “You alright back there babe?” Zayn asks, his head barely turning to look back at Liam. Liam lets out a shudder, sure being on this bike with Zayn is a dream come true but that doesn’t mean that Liam isn’t scared for his life.
Liam lets out a shaky breath and a slight nod of his head from where it is still buried in Zayn’s shoulder. After finally finding a spot Zayn kills the bike, flicking down the stand with practiced ease. Liam still doesn’t let go thou, his hands wound to tight in Zayn’s leather jacket to let go. Zayn’s hands more to cover Liam’s. His thumb caressing Liam’s knuckles softly.
Slowly the tension in his hands relaxes, finally letting him let go of the poor boy. “First time on a bike?” Zayn asks, his tone only questioning not condescending as Liam would have thought it to be. He nods unable to really voice it out loud, it’ll only make him seem even more uncool as Zayn helps him off of the bike.
A sly cocky smile slides onto Zayn’s pouty lips, his eyes glowing as he dips his head down to Liam’s ear and says in a husky voice. “So I took your virginity?” A full head to toe blush blooms onto Liam’s skin at his words. Zayn is already in close and to have him say those words practically inches away from Liam’s lips is almost enough to have him collapse.
“Malik took your virginity?” A loud voice practically yells at them, causing Liam to jump back almost knocking Zayn’s bike over in the process. His head snaps over to fined Louis of all people, of course, always Louis. “Not like that!” Liam practically screams out before his head can connect with his mouth. “Really? Cause it sounds like Zayn took your V-card Leeyumo.” Harry says from out of nowhere and of course, Harry is with Louis. They are a package deal after all.
Zayn rolls his eyes as he steps up to pull his helmet off of Liam’s head and places it on his bike for later. “Like I’d really let you donuts know if we had done that.” Louis rolls his eyes at that as Harry lets out a laugh. Liam breathes a sigh of relief. The last thing he needs is for his friends to think that he is fucking his other friend, not that it would be a bad thing to be fucking Zayn Malik.
“Come on Lads, if we don’t head in now Horan will drink all the good beer before we get the chance to!”
xXx
Later on in the evening after Harry had lost the coin toss to Liam, he’s about 4 fruity drinks in and having a smashing time dancing his heart out with ABBA with Louis when he spots Zayn in the corner watching. He’s hardly seen the other boy tonight, not since they had arrived and went separate ways at the door. Niall catching sight of them and forcing Harry and Liam to a coin toss for the DD spot, claiming that he was already 5 shots in. It showed too when he swore up and down that the Pennie in his pocket had been a Quarter when he had arrived.
By the time that was finished with, Liam looked around to realize the Zayn was gone. Liam is out a breath, which he expresses to Louis in a soft yell before leaving the make-shift dance floor for the kitchen. Once he’s in there he beelines for the fridge, practically downing a whole water bottle in one go.
Its when he is throwing the empty bottle away that Zayn approaches him, placing a light hand on his back. “Having a good time?” He askes, breath hot on Liam’s ear, Liam takes a deep breath before answering, “Yeah, a lot more fun parties here than in Wolverhampton.” Zayn nods before taking a small step back, his hand going up to the nape of his neck to scratch idly.
“You wanna come out back and smoke a joint?” He asks casually to Liam, which has Liam nodding enthusiastically. He’s already pretty fucked up but he’s not about to pass up smoking alone with Zayn. Zayn leads the way out back through the sliding glass doorway, Liam trailing closely behind. They’ve never done this before, smoke alone that is. There always seemed to be someone there with them.
Zayn leads them past the pool and into the pool house, holding the door open for Liam to enter first. With a soft “Thank you” He shuffles in towards the back so Zayn has room to enter as well, once full inside he turns back to face Zayn. Slyly Zayn pulls out the joint from behind his ear, flicking the lighter with ease. The joint sparks up easily, Zayn inhaling the smoke lovingly before he passes it over to Liam who in turn takes a small puff, blowing it out at the same time as Zayn.
They smoke on the joint in silence for a few moments before Zayn speaks up, his voice cutting through the silence sharply. “Did you want to shotgun? Get the best hits that way.” Liam knows for a fact that that is not the best way to get a hit but he would never say no to having Zayn’s mouth almost on his so he nods, trying his hardest to hind his blush.
Zayn takes the longest pull off of the joint Liam has ever seen. His lung capacity far surpassing Liam’s own. Liam watches with interest as Zayn carefully sets the joint down and beckons Liam closer to him. Liam takes the small half step into Zayn’s arms. Finding it very hard not to get dizzy and fuzzy being this close to the most handsome boy in the world.
With a tender hand, Zayn cups Liam’s cheek, the smoke slightly leaking out of his nose as he leans forward, lips just hovering over Liam’s. For a second Liam forgets to breathe. Being this close is crazy. Zayn taps against his cheek softly, reminding him to open his mouth for the smoke.
Taking a deep breath in as Zayn breathes the smoke out into Liam’s mouth. It’s sorta ironic the way that time slows down for Liam, the smoke head tightly in his lungs as Zayn comes forward to close the centimeter of space held between their lips. He’s never felt this kind of burn in his lungs before.
Kissing Zayn is nothing like he thought it would be. It’s so much more, the way his plum soft lips mold almost perfectly with Liam’s own, most likely chapped lips. Maybe is from the lack of Oxygen but he is seeing stars. A soft sigh slips from Zayn’s lips, his tongue poking out light to like Liam’s lower lip, asking for permission.
It’s a relief to finally breathe out the smoke cooling in his lungs but once Zayn’s tongue is successfully inside of Liam’s smokey mouth it's like he can’t breathe all over again. When he would daydream inside of his room at night before bed he always pictured kissing Zayn.
When he pictured kissing him though he had no idea that Zayn had a tongue ring. The feeling of the oddly warm metal had Liam’s legs shaking, his hands not only reaching out for balance but just touch him outright. He is without a doubt certain that he has never tasted something this good before.
Zayn’s hands have gone up to Liam’s curls his fingers raking through them, almost pulling in a way that has Liam gasping. It’s like Liam is on autopilot, his hands practically roaming all over Zayn’s body. His hands pushing up Zayn’s shirt to touch his back as he pulls them impossibly tighter together.
The sound of a loud shriek has them jumping apart like oil and water. “Zayn, I thought you said you didn’t take Liam’s V-card?” Harry asks from the doorway where he stands behind Louis, who for some reason has his eyes covered. Things were just beginning to get really good and honestly, that’s when Liam should have known something was going to go wrong. Zayn gives a classic eye roll, his eyes narrowing before he says.
“Just what do you think I was trying to do before you dolts showed up?” That has Liam blushing head to toe. Does Zayn want to have sex with him? Harry lets out a small laugh before pulling at Louis' arm. “Come on Lou, we can always go do it in the car.” Louis gives a soft nod, his hand still covering his eyes. “Lead the way, H.”
And it’s just like that that they are alone again. The silence beginning to seep in like water. Liam lets out a small awkward cough before stepping around Zayn towards the door. “Uh well, I should probably go..” He says taking one more tentative step as he waits for Zayn to reply.
“Listen, Liam, before you go, I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have kissed you without your permission and that was wrong of me.” That has Liam coming to a full stop and turning around to face the other boy. “No, it’s okay.” He says quickly “I uhm.. I really liked it actually.”
Something comes over Zayn, a grin coming to his lips. He reaches out to pull Liam to him. “So are you saying you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?” “I’d like that a lot actually.” That’s all it really takes before they are kissing again. Zayn’s tongue already pushing its way into Liam’s mouth, not that Liam minds at all.
Somehow Liam’s hands end up cupping Zayn’s very nice ass, his fingers massaging again the denim of Zayn’s jeans. It’s when Liam feels a tug of absolute pleasure from where Zayn has lightly pulled on one of Liam’s curls that he realizes that Zayn has his hands in his hair again.
“Do you really like my hair?” Liam asks in a breathy voice, loving the way Zayn whines ever so slightly at their lips no longer touching. He lets out a very enthusiastic nod, “It’s so soft and curly. I love it.” He says before he pulls their mouths back together. The loud ringing of Liam’s phone is what ruins their very handsy and passionate moment for the second time.
It’s Niall. Liam almost doesn’t answer, just wants to silence the call and continue kissing the man of his dreams. But he doesn’t instead he gives Zayn an apologetic smile before answering. “Hello?” He says but instead of a reply he gets what sounds like water. “Niall? Are you calling me from the bathroom again?” He asks doing his best to really listen to the phone instead of watch Zayn.
Zayn has his eyes on him, almost like a lion would it's pray. Nothing but dark eyes and puffy lips. “PPPAAAYYNNOOO!!” Is what he finally hears from his phone, so loud that has Zayn sending over a frown before plucking the joint from the ground. “I am fuuucckkked up mate. I think I need to go home.” Niall says between hiccups and the sounds of him drinking something quickly. “Well do you think you can meet me at the car then?” Liam asks, his eyes trained on Zayn as he lights the joint again. His lips wrapping around the end very suggestively. “Sure, sure.” That’s all Liam hears before he is hanging up the phone and taking the joint out of Zayn’s fingers.
He presses a small kiss to the other boy's cheek, almost laughing when Zayn turns his head quickly to catch Liam’s lips instead. They kiss for a moment longer, the joint almost going out between them once more. Liam is the first to pull back, smoking on the joint until the ember at the end comes back to life. “Niall is smashed and wants to go home.” He says, passing the joint back to Zayn who gives a nod before taking a long puff.
“Can’t say I’m not surprised. I suppose I’ll go find Louis and Harry then.” Liam’s mouth twist with the want to tell him that they should just stay here. Kiss a little more and finish the joint. Liam makes a move to turn around for the door before he is stopped by Zayn pulling at his hand.
“This isn’t over.” He says softly, his eyes meeting Liam’s. “I don’t think I can ever go back to not kissing you.” A large smile pulls itself onto Liam’s face as he moves to intertwine their fingers together. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear that.”