Summary: The boys speak about the fans and other things, as per usual, during an interview. But when Louis is asked about Larry Stylinson and claims ‘bullshit’, why did Liam shut Zayn’s love out when he agreed saying, “Yeah, the fans are insane. They either say Larry or Ziam are legitimately real. I agree with Lou, complete bullshit.” Zayn’s blood is boiling, and he knows exactly how to show Liam he’s done with the games.
The camera men at the edge of the stage began counting down as the rest of boys and I sat back down in our seats. The annoyingly flirtatious interviewer sat down in the seat in front of ours, smiling bright as the camera faced her.
“And we’re back with the lovely One Direction boys!” She cheered, and the audience clapped along, one of the girls from management signaling for us to straighten up and smile into the cameras.
I heard Louis let out a low scoff beside me, and I grinned, completely aware of his amount of annoyance. It was like we were robots. Boy band-robots who play with puppies, and love getting blinded by camera flashes when all we wanted was a small coffee.
I could hear Harry talking from in front of me, his low raspy, voice slowly speaking about something I lost track of 10 minutes ago.
My mind hasn’t been fully with everything going lately. My attention, and thoughts all being held on tightly by the chocolate-eyed sweet heart sitting in between Niall and Harry.
I turned my head, breathing in the vague left-over scent from Liam’s kisses he left covering my neck and shoulder. Smiling crookedly to myself, I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from getting too excited while cameras were rolling.
“So Harry and Louis, who is this..Larry, guy? And why are your fans so hung up on him?” The interviewer questioned, literal curiosity painted on her face.
Louis’ gaze never left hers, while Harry looked behind him, and at our Doncaster boy. I reached my hand over and laid it against Louis’ thigh, giving it a slight, supportive squeeze; knowing how stressful it was for him to have to deal with the same topic every interview.
“Larry Stylinson, is a-uh, a romance the fans made up.” Louis started, giving a slight chuckle, before clearing his throat. “It’s actually funny, because they genuinely think Haz and I are in a serious relationship, which is complete bullshit.” Louis finished bluntly, taking the interviewer slightly back in astonishment. I glanced up into his pale eyes, they were hollow, showing no emotion. Harry, however, looked pained.
But, the second the eye contact started, it was over, Harry placing his award winning smile and turning to agree with his guilty pleasure.
I heard a giggle escape from Liam, bringing my attention to him, causing butterflies in my stomach.
“Yeah, the fans are insane. They either say Larry or Ziam are legitimately real. I agree with Lou, complete bullshit.” Liam stated, making my grip on Louis’ thigh loosen, and I felt my entire body go limp.
‘Nobody even asked about Ziam, why are you bringing it up? And why would you say that?’ I screamed the thought over and over again in my mind.
I could feel my blood feeling colder than ice, until Louis returned the reassuring squeeze to my own thigh. Making my temperature rise, I could feel my eyes burning, but I’m unsure if it was from tears or from my angry thoughts beginning to swarm my brain.
I fidgeted with my fingers, praying that this interview would be over already. I gave one word answers, not really caring what management was waving for me to do.
I was pissed the fuck off, I’m not playing along anymore.
“Zayn!” I heard someone yell, and I looked up and saw the rest of the boys waiting for me by the exit of the building, staring at me, for what seemed like an answer to what ever they were gossiping about.
“Wait, what?” I asked, my voice was husky and low, not really in the mood to be around anyone; my mind was too busy internally raging at Liam’s statement.
“The interviewer..she had nice tits, yeah?” Niall cheekily asked and I half-heartily smirked, and brought my gaze from the floor and up to Liam’s.
“Yeah..real nice,” I dryly chuckled. I could see the sorrow and confusion in Liam’s eyes, but I pushed past him, leading the rest of the boys to the van.
Everyone talked about different things, while I distanced myself. I could see Liam’s glances from the corner of my eye, but I paid no mind to him.
I heard the screams from fans and flashes of cameras as we approached the hotel, which only made my mood even worse. I stopped and took a few pictures, falsely grinning at the screaming fans to which, to be honest, annoyed me quite a lot. Dont get me wrong, I loved our fans to pieces, but being the more relaxed person I am, this was a bit much for me at times.
I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder, and I snapped around, mid curses coming to a halt as the person who seems to be fond of invading people’s personal space turned out to be Liam.
“Whats up with you, mate?” He yelled near my ear over the screams of our names and fierce fangirls wanting something I was clearly not interested in anymore.
His oblivious actions sent me into more of an annoyed rage, causing me to viciously shrug his grip from my shoulder.
“Dont touch me.” I growled lowly so he and I were the only ones to hear. He stood a bit frozen for a couple seconds, pain filling his eyes, no mixtures other than pain and confusing glossing over his chocolate orbs.
He quickly noticed his surroundings and snapped out of it, taking and posing for more pictures with fans. I rolled my eyes and pushed past inbetween Harry and Niall and into the hotel.
How could he act so clueless? He basically denied us being together for his own personal break up..or whatever it was between us. Nobody knew. The fans are too busy with Louis and Harry’s gay affairs, not us.
So what made him add us into the mess?
For everything ive done and gone through for the kid, youd think hed care.
For all the times I stood up for him, or when that whore, Danielle, cheated on him. Who was the one staying up with the crying, child-like figure in the peeking hours of the morning when all the boys gave up?
The man ive fallen in love with the second I laid eyes on him, the man I have non stop dreams, and thoughts about. The man who has shined a bright light over me when nothing was going right.
How could he?
My emotions were never the soft ones, like normal people. My emotions will flip to extreme rage in a matter of seconds, and thats what happened once I heard Liam call out my name as he jogged behind me.
“Zayn! Zayn, wait up! We need to talk.” He shouted out to me, but I continued to walk to my room, my rage building up every time any word escaped his plump, deceiving lips.
“ZAYN!” Liam shouted, finally catching up and grasping on to my shoulder. Once he whipped me around to face him, my hand attached to his wrist tightly, as I gaped into his eyes. His breath hitched in his throat and I incoherently groaned, knowing exactly what I was going to do.
I was going to show him whos in charge. Who calls the shots.
Show him he is mine.
I ripped his hotel key from his hand and unlocked the suite, throwing my and his bags into the room before violently pushing him in.
I slammed the hotel door behind me, coldly staring at the slightly taller boy.
“Zayn..whats wrong, what did I d-“
“Dont fucking speak.” I growled as I approached him and hooked my two fingers between the peeking hole on his shirt, all in one swift movement, tearing the buttons from their slots, making them fly in different directions.
Our breathing quickly sped up as I undid my belt and slipped my jeans to my ankles kicking them to the floor. I walked towards liam, as he slowly backed into the bed before I nudged his shoulders, letting him fall on to the plush cotton.
Eyeing Liams lip being attacked by his teeth, a small tent slowly being built in his tightening jeans made me feel the blood beginning to rush to my half-hard cock.
Quickly discarding of his jeans, I palmed myself through my boxers watching him get antsy, squirming on the bed, silently begging to be touched.
“Suck.” I growled, dropping my boxers and grabbing liams head, placing it in front of my manhood.
“Za-” liam whimpered but I hushed him, brushing my tip to his lips, parting them before he began to obey.
Pushing his head further and further down, throwing my head back in ecstasy.
“Ugh.” I groaned, “I love y-” I stopped myself before I could say the full three words.
Remembering what the boy between my legs commented only an hour ago. My anger built up, grip tightening against liams prickly head.
“Get up” I ordered and liam hesitated but soon did so, laying on his back and innocently biting on his quivering bottom lip.
I laid hovering above him, as he lightly stroked himself below me.
“Zayn..please..tell me, what I did.” Liam begged, his eyes slightly glistening with lust and plead. I stayed silent, guiding my tip to his entrance and plunging into him.
We both let out loud moans at the contact. I didnt bother to let him adjust, causing him to be a bit more vocal than usual.
Burying myself deeper and thrusting faster as my adrenaline built up. My eyes met his, emotions and grunts filling the room, but we both stayed silent.
“Dont act dumb, liam.” I growled, placing my hands on either side of him and thrusting harder, his whimpers and shouts loud enough to hear out in the halls.
“Ohh Zayn..w-what did I do?” Liam panted through his fierce moans. I ignored his pleads for answers and continued to give him the best hes ever, and will ever have.
My hand found his cock, and I continued to pump him as I thrusted, his breathing heavy, words trying to escape barely audible. I felt knots in my lower stomach, I could feel Liam twitch in my palm as it was stroking his length.
“Zayn!” Liam called out abruptly, before covering my hand in his warm liquids causing me to be thrown off the edge and twitch inside, filling him up.
I stayed hover above him, both of us trying to catch our breath. I attacked his swollen lips with my own, a small moan coming from him humming our conjoined mouths. His hand slightly tangled into my messy hair, before I suddenly departed our lips.
Cupping his cheeks with my hands roughly, I lowered myself to his ear.
“Bullshit.” I huskily panted, my voice full of pain and anger.
Before he could react, I lifted myself from the bed, throwing on my pants and grabbed my bag.
“Zayn! I swear I didnt mean it!” Liam called out but I just scoffed before slamming the hotel door behind me.
My tough guy composer soon faded once I reached my own room, tears starting to sting at the brim of my eyes. Once I shut the door, leaving me to sulk in the dark room.