5 [RED]: It's... 25 Missed Calls From My Mum.

Resting on the grass by the lake, watching the sunset, with his head on his boyfriend's lap; Zayn Malik was telling Liam everything he missed in Mr. Styles party, and Yaser Malik over party.

"Seriously though Zaynie, didn't think Mr. Styles would do that to your father. He has worked for him for like twenty years." Liam uttered, moving his fingers through Zayn's soft hair.

"Imagine my dad's surprise then, he was devastated and angry, you don't know how hard it was for me and mum to convince him go to work today." Zayn said, with his eyes closed, enjoying the way his boyfriend's fingers were moving through his locks. He was about to fall asleep.

"I lived until the day your old man didn't want to leave to work." Liam joked, maybe liking the idea of Zayn's father getting kicked away from the CEO position way too much.

"And then, I told my father to go congratulate Harry for his new position." Zayn ignored what Liam's said, not exactly on purpose but he didn't want to joke about his dad with him, and continued his story, "He didn't agree at first but then I told him he could go with me and Mr. Bomber," Zayn paused for a second and looked up at Liam's face to make sure he's listening.

"Listening, love." The broad-shouldered lad laughed at the familiar gesture from his boyfriend.

"Yeah so," Zayn smirked, and got comfortable again, "We couldn't find Mr. Bomber or his daughter."

"Mr. Bomber? This name sounds familiar... and what did you do then? Did he agree?" Liam asked in a voice full of interest.

"Agree on what? I told you we didn't find Mr- you weren't listening Liam!" Zayn sat up and slapped one of his man's biceps.

"I swear I was, I'm just dumb sometimes." He laughed and Zayn; satisfied with Liam's words, smirked and laid down again, putting his head on Liam's toned thighs, feeling the little hairs tickling his cheek.

"My father didn't go to congratulate Harry, so he and his father came to us."

"Burn! Your dad knows what's up, making them come to him." Liam laughed and Zayn laughed along.

"I know right! And they sat with us for ten minutes or so but Harry left us early."

"Hmm.. have you met this Harry before?"

"Not before the party yesterday, no."

A few moments of silence went between them and the sky was turning darker and darker as the minutes passed, but the two lovers were so into staying beside each other, so into enjoying the view that they didn't want to get up and leave.

Zayn felt Liam bending down to his face, pressing his plump lips to Zayn's soft ones, the latter accepted the kiss immediately and they moved their lips in sync together.

Liam was the first to break it, "So did you have fun without me?"

In Zayn's head, a short clip was played, remembering the way Harry lit up his cigarette using his own lit one that was resting between his lips, the way Juliana and Harry flirted openly with him, and the blow-job offer he got from the waiter. He did have so much fun.

"Nah, nothing fun without you." Zayn smirked and Liam laughed.

"Such a liar, Zaynie." Liam's laughs were music to Zayn's ears as he turned his face around, pressing it and hiding it in Liam's crotch to mumble his laugh.

"Aww." Liam cooed at his boy's reaction, putting his hand on his temple to make Zayn face him and pressed their lips together again.

"What about you?" Zayn asked, breaking the kiss himself this time, only 'cause he needed to breath. "How was the sweet sixteen party yesterday?"

"It was alright, the girl was over confident though."

"Please don't tell me you're one of those guys who put her on their shoulders to gave her a sexy entry."

"No! I was the one who took care of the drinks." Liam replied while pinching Zayn's nose.

"Good, I don't want people to see your sexy body." Zayn left himself up to set against Liam's, his back pressed to Liam's front.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Zayn kissed up Liam's neck, sucking on the birth mark above his Adam's apple. "Although, you'll look very hot wearing a bow tie only, while having me on your shoulder."

Liam let out a small moan at those words.

"How about you two get a room, fa*gots!" Someone shouted at them.

Zayn and Liam's heads turned to look at whoever said that; it was a boy with dirty blond hair, not older than sixteen.

Liam was about to laugh when Zayn looked at him, smirking before he said, "Why do you think this boy is calling us a bundle of sticks? I mean I would've forgiven him if it had been a common mistake," Zayn said calmly before he suddenly screamed, "My boyfriend can kill you with one punch, asshole!"

Liam laughed loudly before he put his arms around Zayn protectively, also enjoying the fact that Zayn was aware of his strength.

The boy flipped Zayn off.

Sixteen or not, Zayn gave him the finger back. And the boy left running for some reason.

"What do you think the time is now?" Zayn sighed. 

"8:20?" Liam guessed.

"I'd say it's 8:02." Zayn said back, "How about we make a bet about it,"

"Okay," Liam smiled at the golden-eyed boy, thinking of how cute he is with his messy hair.

"And whoever wins, will do whatever the other wants."

"You already make me do whatever you say but vice versa no, so that's interesting."

"Wait, so what am I gonna get out of this?" Zayn pouted, making Liam laugh.

"How about.. I treat you to a sushi?"

"Ohh, we're rich these days Liam." Zayn narrowed his eyes in amusement.

"So what do you think, your majesty?" Liam asked, half joking.

"Hmm...Alright," Zayn grinned and pushed the power button of his phone.

"It's... 25 missed calls from my mum." Zayn mumbled.

"What? Call her then now!"

Zayn nodded his head and called his mum's number, his heart started to beat faster in fear, at the first ring she answered,

"Hello mum,"

"Zayn! Come here immediately, your dad has been arrested!"

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A/N: if you're a Ziam fan, this is a cute chapter for u x