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It was late and Zayn had just finished recording one of his new songs; It was a long and tedious process, building up his album. He loved every step of it though, he was finally making music that he liked, and he felt like he had some sort of control over his music again. He just had to work a little harder now, and he was fine with that. Walking into the studio everyday only made him smile, of course some days he felt like punching some of the staff, but all in all he was in love.
Zayn stepped out of the car that was being driven by a guard that he was assigned to, as time went on, and he became more popular, his need for better safety increased. He waved a farewell to the driver before closing the door, he stood there for a minute and watched as the car drove off into the distance. Zayn looked around, and gave out a sigh of relief when he saw no one outside waiting for him, just the doorman to his apartment building.
The doorman gave Zayn a curt nod, which was ironic because just a couple months back when Zayn had first moved in, the two had sex. Zayn was lonely, and desperate so he reached out to the equally desperate doorman. His name was Rick, and he had a pretty big dick, but it wasn't Liam's, the guy was also pretty basic, and rough. He hadn't called him pet names, he didn't give him the sweet kisses that he wanted, and he certainly didn't tug on his collar like he desperately wanted. In short the guy just wasn't like Liam.
Walking past the doorman was easy, no comments were made between the two. It was like nothing ever happened, and Zayn was fine with that. Over the past year now, he's had a couple desperate sexual adventures in search for someone who would treat him like Liam, and all them were a disappointment.
Zayn made it to his apartment building, and walked to the elevator, the same elevator that he has kisses many guys in. He sighed, and stuffed his hands into his pockets, and waited in silence for the elevator to reach his floor. The silence of course was ruined by his phone going off with multiple notifications. The thing was always going off, but today he wasn't in the mood to post a picture on Instagram, or get a couple drinks with friends. No all he wanted to do was strip off his tight pants, his white t-shirt, jacket, and combat boots and relax. Maybe even pop out the collar that Liam gave him for his birthday a year ago. Liam had surprised him with it, right after their concert Liam had persuaded Zayn into going out with him, despite how tired he was. It was when they were leaving the expensive restaurant that Liam popped out the medium sized box, and handed it over to Zayn.
Of course he gave Liam a look of confusion before opening the box, and there inside it was a thousand dollar, diamond encrusted collar, that said "Z puppy" right on the tag. Zayn had let out an excited yip when he saw the collar, and rushed to hug Liam who simply laughed, and patted him on the head. That was a couple months before he left, and before Liam stopped talking to him all together along with Louis. Niall, and Harry still talked to him though.
Zayn wanted to cry thinking about how he pretty much lost two of closest friends, but he didn’t have time for crying, the elevator doors had already opened.
Zayn walked over to his apartment, unlocked the door, and shut the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and placed them to the side of the door, before walking into his lavish kitchen with just his socks. Zayn grabbed himself a cup, and a bottle of whiskey from the counter and poured himself a decent amount. He began to sip slowly the dark liquid traveling down his throat with a slight burn.
He leaned against the counter with the cup still in his hands, and thought about how much he missed his bandmates. Zayn was happy that he was finally getting to make his own music, and the fans were sure happy too since they went wild when pillowtalk released. The fact that he lost his owner, and close friend in the process is what’s killing him inside.
As time went on, Zayn kept on refilling his glass, time and time again. He was a bit tipsy now, and he was getting tired of thinking these negative thoughts. He needed someone to fuck him, and treat him the way he wanted to be treated. He was a kinky guy, and couldn't deal with "just sex" anymore.
So in his tipsy state, he called the only person who he knew could help him out right now. Liam.
Grabbing his phone, he quickly dialed Liam, a couple giggles escaping his mouth. If Zayn wasn't intoxicated he would not be calling Liam, but he was intoxicated.
Liam picked up the third ring
"Yes" A rough voice responded, the voice was Liam, and he sure as hell didn’t sound happy.
"Leeeeyuummm" Zayn responded, followed by a soft giggle.
"It’s 3 am Zayn, and I sure as hell don't want to talk to you right now." Liam said in an annoyed manner.
"But Liam, I miss you! It’s been so long, and I wanna pup out!" Zayn yipped it, slurring his words a bit as he spoke. He had to slow down a bit since he was stumbling up some words.
"Wait...are you drunk?" Liam questioned, his voice getting softer. One because Zayn was a sensitive drunk, two because he hadn't heard Zayn ask to pup out in a while, and three because hell this was Zayn he was talking with.
"Maaaaaybeee"
"Gosh, Zee. Go to sleep, call me in the morning or something."
"Noooo, I wanna pup out, and I want you here now" Zayn whined, which wasn't a shocker since Zayn had a tendency of only getting whiny, and overall submissive in Liam's presence.
Liam took all of this in a stride, even though he hadn't been with Liam for over a year, he still knew how to take care of Zayn.
"Pup, you really need to go to sleep. I'll be able to take care of you once you wake up, okay?" Liam said his voice getting deeper as he spoke. From Liam's side of the phone, he could hear shuffling, but Zayn didn't speak. He didn't speak either for a good thirty seconds. Liam looked around his room, and rubbed his hands on his soft sheets. These were the same sheets that he, and Zayn had slept in when they had sex for the first time.
"Zee babe, are you still here?" Liam asked, looking up at the ceiling. He really wanted to know what fate had made them talk again.
" Y-yes" Zayn replied, a soft sniffle was heard.
"Are you crying, Love? Why are you crying?" Liam asked worriedly. He absolutely hated to hear Zayn cry, Zayn was such a strong character, and hearing him cry was a bit distressing.
"I miss you, Li. I miss you so fucking much, I want you so much. You left me..you left me" Zayn whimpered on the line. A gut wrenching feeling passed through Liam as he heard Zayn's soft cries. He did leave him, and it wasn't a gentle leave either. Liam remembers throwing stuff at the whiles in a fit of pure rage, and saying hurtful things. There is actually still a dent in the wall of his bedroom, exactly where he had thrown a tv remote.
"I'm s-sorry, love" Liam said, he was starting to get a bit choked up at the memories.
"Please visit me, I know the band is on a break so you have the time. Please" Zayn whimpered out, he didn't feel as tipsy anymore, but he knew that he still was.
"Yeah Z, I will. I Promise, baby."
"Good."
"Alright, I think it’s time for you to go to sleep."
"Okay night, Li"
"Good night pup"
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Day's passed, and neither of them called again. Zayn had lost hope that Liam was actually going to show up, and had instead dived headfirst into a mountain of work that had to be done. He was building his career he didn't need a stupid boy to mess with his feelings, and ruin this for him.
Liam on the other hand was stressed out, he was currently on a flight over to New York where Zayn was staying. He couldn't leave earlier since he still had stuff to be done, he had actually just finished everything that morning.
Liam was shaking a bit, and the flight attendant was giving him nervous looks, and uncomfortable smiles. While some of the people on the flight gawked a bit by the sight of Liam on the plane. The little girl in front of him was complaining about how her mother was being mean, and wouldn't let her see him. Liam being the softy that he was, reached into his bag, grabbed out two tickets for the bands first concert back, and a piece of paper. He quickly scribbled out a cute note, and folded it over so he could put the tickets in. It was a bit of tedious process since the plane was going through some turbulences.
Liam cleared his throat, and tapped who he assumed to be the mother of the little girl.
"Hey, I couldn't help but here that she was upset that she couldn’t see me. So um here are some tickets, and my autograph! " Liam said sweetly, he was a bit upset that he couldn't see the girl from his angle, but this was the best he got.
"oh lord, thank you! This is going to make her day, hmm maybe even her year!" The lady replied, with a thick accent. Liam couldn't tell where she was from though, so she gave the lady a warm smile, and leaned back into his seat.
Soon enough he heard the little girl squeal out of joy, and that only made his smile grow wider.
"Hello, this is your captain. I would like to inform you all that we will be landing in about 10 minutes. The time in New York will be 3:30 pm. " A voice said over the intercom, and Liam's nerves rose again.
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Zayn was back home, and he was dressed in a pair of boxers, a batman onesie, and his collar. He had a bit of a rough day, and he felt better, and safer with the collar on.
He was currently on his couch watching "How to get away with murder", his heat was cranked up, and he was nestled under a mountain of blankets. Zayn was cold, and the freezing temperatures only made things worse.
A knock sounded at the door, about ten minutes into his show, and Zayn let out a frustrated growl. All he wanted to do was watch tv on his flat screen tv that he made a couple thousand or, and enjoy his day.
Zayn say upright, and placed his feet on the floor, hissing once he felt the cold marble touch his feet. He sat there like that for a good minute before finally standing up, and walking over to his door. He doubted that it was a fan knocking on his door, the doorman, and the people in the front lobby were usually pretty good at keeping things well managed.
Looking in the mirror on his way over, he noticed that he looked like he was just barely making it through life, and to be honest today he felt like pure, and utter shit. So with his hair pointing in all directions, and his onesie looking a bit rough opened the door.
There behind the door was a nervous looking Liam, he was wearing a casual outfit, and his hair was neatly put. He was also wearing the necklace that Zayn had gotten him on his birthday. They had a thing for presentation, and collars, and necklaces were perfect for showing off.
"Hey Zayn" Liam said softly, while looking at Zayn. He was moving his feet awkward, and was fidgeting with the strap of the his backpack.
"H-hi...I didn't think you were actually going to s-show up" Zayn mumbled out, he was still in shock that after a year of no talking he was finally looking at his ex boyfriend, and owner. It was all too surreal for Zayn, and he just couldn't believe it.
"Well when have I ever broken a promise, Zayn?"
"N-never"
"Exactly, well um may I come in? It's fine if you don't want me to"
"No no, come in. Just I-ignore the mess" Zayn said, opening the door wide, and stepping to the side so that Liam could step in.
Liam gave Zayn a fond smile, and scanned the apartment quickly as he stepped in. To Liam this apartment was beautiful but it was lonely, and didn't seem like it was lived in much. Besides the turned on tv, and the shoes in the corner, it looked like any other fancy apartment, which worried Liam a bit since Zayn had always made his living spaces like him.
"Do you want something to drink?" Zayn questioned, as he shut the door. Now he was the one fidgeting a bit, in all honesty seeing Liam again just made him want to drop to his knees, and submit. Oh how he wanted to be the perfect pet for Liam again, but he couldn't be the perfect pet for him right now.
"That would be lovely, pu-Zayn" Liam said with a bright smile, his poor attempt at covering up his mistake didn't go unnoticed by Zayn, which caused a giddy feeling to bubble inside of him.
"Well just go through that opening over there, and sit on the couch. You can change the channel if you want. " Zayn said, pointing in the general direction of the room that he had just come out of.
Liam nodded, and followed Zayn's direction to the room, and sat down on the leather couch that had a mountain of blankets on it. Liam smiled fondly at the sight, Zayn had always been a cuddle bug, and was constantly cold. He remembers being woken up at random times during the night, by Zayn's soft whimpers. Of course he was never awake during this, but when Liam saw Zayn's shivering form on the bed, he always grabbed the thickest blanket that he had lying around the room, and covered up his pet.
Liam's thoughts were interrupted when Zayn came back with a cup of water, and a cup of iced tea.
"Sorry I didn't know which one you would want, so I grabbed water, and iced tea because I know you like it" Zayn said, a proud smile forming on his face. Zayn hated to admit it, but whenever it came to Liam, Zayn always wanted to please him.
"Thank you!" Liam said, leaving at the "good boy" that he used to say whenever Zayn had done something to please him. As he reached over for the water that Zayn had placed on the glass table in front of him, he noticed that Zayn had a small frown on his face. So Liam added the last bit that he knew would make Zayn happy.
"Good boy"
Zayn suddenly smiled at the simple phrase, and sat down next to Liam on the couch. Most people would assume that after all of this Zayn would be angry, and yelling at Liam, but that just wasn't how Zayn worked with Liam, it wasn't their dynamic.
"So we have to talk..." Zayn said first, breaking the silence that had formed. The only sounds in the room was the tv in the background.
"We do"
+
"So you’re okay with all of this, pup?" Liam questioned, running his fingers through Zayn hair. It was an easy thing to do since Zayn's head was resting in his lap.
"hmmm, I'm fine with it. I mean I don't want to have sex right away or anything... But I do want to be your puppy again.