16 [BROWN]: Oh No, Liam [M]

M= Mature.

There's no right path when it comes to life, it goes however the fuck she pleases; Zayn Malik cursed himself as he stood in his boyfriend apartment, staring at the evidence of Liam cheating with a..

..Woman? Liam was with a woman?

He's known him since primary school, and he has liked him since middle school. They both never had exes, so who was this?

And that name why did it sound so familiar.

But what was baffling Zayn's mind right now.. why? Zayn's eyes started to fill up with tears, he loved me, why would he do that? He always said he loved me.

At this moment, Liam got out of the bathroom and into the living room, with a towel wrapped around his waist, while another was on his hand, drying his hair softly.

He was smelling fresh and clean, the pleasant smell reached Zayn's nostrils. Coconut.

Liam let the smaller towel rest on his shoulders, and that's when he noticed his phone was on the floor.

He picked it up and he saw the screen was unlocked, and the messages app was opened, showing Juilana countless messages.

He looked up in panic at Zayn, who was hanging his head low, while his hair was covering his eyes.

"Zayn, I can explain." Liam quickly said, horrified.

Zayn stayed silent, steady, not moving one inch or blinking even once.

"It's not what you think, I swear." Liam added, Zayn left his head slowly before he let out a sudden loud hideous laugh that surprised Liam and scared him.

"There's nothing to explain cause it's exactly what I think." Zayn spat.

"No! I did not cheat on you I swear! She kept texting but I never replied to her-"

"Liam! LIAM! Stop lying!"

"I'M NOT LYING!"

"She said her first time was amazing, let's do this again! What does that mean then ha? HA?"

Liam bit his bottom lip, throwing himself on the sofa in a thud.

Looking up, he saw Zayn's red eyes, full of anger and showing his hurt, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Yes, I had sex with her." Liam admitted.

Zayn let out a gasp, he knew it, but it felt even harder on him coming from Liam's lips.

"But I did not cheat on you, I felt nothing doing it, I did it only for the money. Her friends paid me a lot since it was her birthday party so I did it." Liam uttered, "Only for the money." He repeated.

"So what? You fucked her on-" Zayn cried but stopped himself.

The name Juliana, the birthday party..

"Is she the girl who had her party in the restaurant last week, when I-" Zayn took a deep breath, "When I went with my dad to the Styles party?"

Liam was mortified, his face showed his compelete horror giving Zayn the answer.

"She's sixteen! She's underage! You're so fucking sick, Liam!"

Zayn turned around, looking away from Liam and through the window at the night sky, and that creepy Petunia tower, with the moon hiding shy behind it.

Liam stood up as well, "I know you won't believe me now but I swear in every holy flower in the city, I did it just for the money. I'm saying the truth."

Zayn felt another wave of sobs coming, his stomach turned and his heart was chattering in his chest. He always thought he's the one cheating, not getting cheated on. Fucking karma.

"But it's not my fault that I need cash.. what- what you know about needing money? What do you know about being alone in this world? With no family to support you?" Liam eyes were burning Zayn's as he stared at their reflections on the window.

"You're making this my fault now?" Zayn turned to face Liam.

"No! I'm not saying that. It's just hard being on my own."

"But I was with you!"

"You can't be with me all the time, Zayn." Liam shook his head, "I just- I just wanted to be like all the other people. Buying that suit I liked so much but couldn't afford, sleeping every night knowing I have the rent in my pocket, treating my boyfriend to his favourite food, buying him presents, buying YOU presents."

"Who said I wanted presents??"

"But I wanted to give them to you! Seeing you happy makes me happy." Liam cried.

"And look at me now, am I happy?" Zayn scremeed as he grasped Liam's chin harshly, "AM I?"

Zayn dropped his hand, shaking his head in disbelief as he grabbed his car keys and walked to the door.

"Zayn," Liam said quietly, "My heart never beat for anyone but you."

He heard it loud and clear, ringing through his ears.

"I don't believe you." Zayn finally mumbled before leaving Liam's apartment.

~

23:23, the car clock showed.

Zayn wished himself luck before he got off his car, swinging right and left, as he carried himself to his destination

"I thought you said you have an assignment to do tonight," Harry's face revealed slight surprise that Zayn showed up here.

"I finished early," Zayn lied, there were no assignment in the first place, and pressed his lips to Harry's, making the latter groan in surprise but kiss back immediately as he cupped the younger's cheeks between his warm hands.

Zayn continued to kiss Harry hungrily, sucking on his plump lips, licking, nipping, his mind running through a chaos of unpleasant pictures. Make them go away.

Harry bit down Zayn's lip, making a loud moan leave Zayn's throat as he pushed his hips forward, making Harry feel the stiffness of his cock against his thigh. Harry pulled away slightly, making Zayn follow him with his lips in desperation.

"What has gotten into you?"

"Just shut up, and kiss me." Zayn went for those magnificent lips again, but Harry tightened his hands around Zayn's head.

"You've been crying," he stated more than asked.

Zayn held his breath to prevent himself from sobbing and spelling everything to Harry. Instead, he hid his face in Harry's chest, throwing his arms around his neck.

"Tell me what made you cry or.. who." Harry calmly asked as he moved his hand up and down Zayn's back who stayed silent but still shaking with soft sobs.

"I don't want to talk about anything right now." Zayn sniffed, his body tense and hurt.

Harry nodded, his green eyes showed sympathy and care.

"Come here, I know what can calm you down."

Zayn walked with Harry, his heart aching, and he noticed Harry was only wearing a robe.

Harry lead Zayn to his office, and sat down on the chair before he motioned Zayn over with his index.

Zayn walked over, and Harry pulled him to sit on his lap, he stared at the younger boy for a couple of seconds and Zayn didn't mind, he felt oddly safe with Harry.

A kiss on his forehead made him close his eyes, and another soft two on his cheeks before he heard Harry's deep voice, "Get on your knees."

Zayn's eyes opened in surprise, that's not the time for me to give him a blowjob, but he dropped to his knees.  Who knows it might take his mind off things.

Harry opened his robe, revealing his broad chest with two hard nipples in the middle of his pecs. Zayn's eyes travelled down to Harry's fine abs before it settled on the monster between his legs, resting in the wiry curls of his slightly blonde pubic hair, soft and kinda flaccid against Harry's inner thigh.

"Rest your head here," Harry patted his thigh and Zayn placed his head down, glancing up at Harry.

"Now take my cock into your mouth." Harry ordered. And Zayn left his head up to take Harry's length in between his hands so he could rub it into full hardness.

"No, don't rub it, rest your head back and just take it into your mouth."

"But you're soft." Zayn's voice came shaky, he was starting to feel aroused just from being this close to Harry's cock.

"I know, do as I said."

Zayn rested his head back on Harry's thigh, and with his head slightly tilted, he took Harry's soft cock into his mouth inch by inch, until he couldn't anymore, and started sucking.

"Don't suck, Zayn. Just keep it there, and relax your jaw. I have some work, keep me warm okay?"

Zayn didn't really understand what would he do with Harry's cock in his mouth if he's not giving him oral sex, but he decided to do as Harry said.

Zayn only then noticed that he's now hard, despite the lack of attention on his cock or anything remotely sexy happening. Having Harry's cock in his mouth. It didn't even feel sexual. It just felt like... Well, it's odd but comforting like it belonged there, he was pleased at how perfectly Harry's soft cock fits inside his mouth.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling but it was soothing, the weight on his mouth and the warmth that was shooting through him, and of course through Harry; who was now typing away on his computer.

Zayn closed his eyes, his mind was pleasantly clear now. He felt like sleeping. All the stress of the day was fading away.

"Don't give away the ending - it's the only one we have." Harry's voice came through his ears after some time. Zayn didn't know how much time had passed but his knees were now sore and his legs slept.

"What?" Zayn asked, Harry's dick fell off his lips, glazed with his spit. Zayn was more sleepy than ever but so, so relaxed.

"Let's watch Psycho, 1960." He smirked, as he turned off his computer.

"Hmmm... but I'm sleepy." Zayn whined as Harry picked him up and into his arms.

"I know, but that's what I wanna do right now. You can sleep, baby."

With a smile, Zayn nuzzled his face in Harry's neck and closed his eyes again.

~

Zayn was still passed away on Harry's lap, who was now watching closely the movie, even if he's watched ten times before, it was his favourite movie. He has to admit.

Help is away, phones are away, police is away.

Sounds ideal to him.

Zayn's phone was bothering him though to say the least, it kept buzzing inside Zayn's jacket that was thrown on the arm of the sofa, Harry grabbed it, there was about 15 missed calls from someone named 'Liam ♡'

Why is Zayn putting a heart after this man's name? Why has he called too many times?

He didn't really care much to wake Zayn so he could answer, even if it was an emergency he had him safe in his arms, anything else was irrelevant to him.

Harry turned the phone off and threw it back on the pocket. But he kept the name Liam on his mind.

~

A/n: so what do you think?

If Liam was your boyfriend, would you leave him for what he did?

Tell me what u think. Love u 💜💜