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Title: When You Get It Just Right Your Jupiter Rings Align
Pairing: Liam/Zayn
Word Count: 1,310
Summary: Zayn gets his first kiss when he's seventeen.
A/N: Based on this video and the fact that there isn't enough non-angsty Ziam out there. Also I suck at writing endings so sorry the end of this is so terrible. Unnecessarily long title from Less of Me by Meg & Dia.
Zayn gets his first kiss when he’s seventeen.
Not that he would ever let any of his friends know that. As far as they’re aware he’s done just about everything with a girl minus sex, and he intends on keeping it that way. He isn’t really sure why he’s never been kissed, it’s not as if he has any trouble picking up girls, but when he’s with them it just doesn’t feel right. Plus most of the girls he hangs out with choose to latch themselves onto his neck or his collarbone, as if skipping kissing on the mouth will help get further faster. But Zayn isn’t going to have sex until he gets kissed, as stupid as that may sound.
He keeps up this façade when he finds himself on X Factor. Now that he’s in a band with four other boys, boys that often talk about their conquests; he knows he can’t tell them the truth. So he goes along with it when they talk about girls they’ve been with, ex-girlfriends, everything. He doesn’t dare tell them he’s never had a girlfriend, never been kissed, never done anything. He’s seventeen years old and hopelessly inexperienced.
When they get to the X Factor house it seems like everyone couples up almost immediately, despite the strict no relationships rule. Zayn has never been around so many guys that are so open to being all over each other. He immediately takes to Liam because he’s the most reserved of the group, the least likely to throw himself on Zayn and pretend to make out with him. Zayn doesn’t want to pretend to make out with anyone until he’s actually experienced making out for real.
In a way he and Liam sort of become coupled up too. They spend nearly all of their time together, just hanging out. Sometimes they talk but a lot of the time they just sit there and enjoy each other’s company. For the first time in forever Zayn feels like he can actually just be himself around one of his friends, instead of having to play up this persona. It’s nice. And Liam never brings up girls or relationships or who in the house he would want to bang if he got the opportunity. Saves for a lot of awkward avoidance. Being in around Liam just makes him feel good, a different kind of good, and it’s a feeling he’s never really experienced before. Like he craves Liam presence.
They’re only a week and a half into the competition but it feels like a lifetime to Zayn. He’s tired from rehearsals and cranky that he keeps messing up the harmonies in the chorus and just wants to take a really long nap and be left alone. Which is pretty much impossible in the house, there’s always some madness happening, usually being led by Louis. Zayn loves the guy but damn sometimes he wishes he could just shut him off for a few hours to get some peace and quiet.
Zayn finds a sleeping bag, grabs a pillow, and then makes himself as comfortable as possible in the far corner of their rehearsal space. He’s really hoping no one finds him, and he doubts they will, but he still remains a bit on edge. He’s almost asleep when he hears a sound. Or thinks he hears a sound. Either way now he’s painfully awake and extremely annoyed, because if that’s Louis or Harry or Katie or anyone annoying, which is about ninety percent of the house at this point, so help him god he is going to have a fit.
The door opens and shuts and even though his eyes have adjusted to the darkness he can barely make out a figure walking towards him, slowly and quietly. He closes his eyes, hoping if whoever it is sees he’s asleep they’ll leave him alone, and at first he thinks it worked until he feels something brush up against the sleeping bag.
When he opens his eyes Liam’s face is dangerously close to his. He can tell it’s Liam immediately, make out all the features in his face, and he breathes a sigh of relief, because if anyone had to find him Liam is the best option. Liam is lying on the ground right next to him on his side, just staring at him. Zayn waits for Liam to say something but he doesn’t. He just lies there.
Zayn has this weird fluttery feeling in his stomach. He’s so close to Liam he can feel the other boys breath on his face, see every detail of his face, the way his hair is falling in his eyes. They always hang out alone, but never this alone. In a dark, otherwise empty room practically pressed up next to each other. Zayn sort of feels like he might vomit.
Liam inches towards him, just slightly, and Zayn’s heart is practically in his throat because what the hell is even happening right now. Because just like that Liam’s lips are on his and oh, oh, this is what it feels like. This is why everyone raves about it, why his friends love making out with girls, why everyone is always so anxious to talk about it.
It’s not much of a kiss, only lasts a few seconds, but it leaves Zayn’s heart racing and his head spinning. Liam is staring at him so intensely, and Zayn just sort of nods, like it’s okay that his best friend just kissed him. Liam must take this as a go ahead to keep going, because he lips are on Zayn’s again in a matter of seconds. This time it’s different though, it’s a little bit rougher and deeper and something clicks into place in Zayn’s head, like maybe this is why he never wants to kiss the girl’s he’s with, why maybe he’s the only virgin out of his friends, why maybe he’s waited so long to be kissed. It should probably freak him out but he kind of knows that he’s known this about himself all along.
“Liam,” he says in the middle of the kiss, but Liam either can’t hear him or doesn’t care. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he mumbles against Liam’s lips. He’s not even sure if Liam could understand a single word he just said but Liam pulls away slightly. “I’ve never been kissed before,” Zayn says, staring at the wall behind Liam’s head. Liam laughs, very softly, but Zayn still hears it and when he looks back at Liam he sees a glint of something in his eye.
“Sorry,” Zayn mutters and he can feel his face turning red because he ruined it, whatever the hell was happening between them. Liam doesn’t say anything and Zayn doesn’t know what this all means but he kind of wishes Liam would just reassure him or something. Instead he sees a faint grin playing on Liam’s lips and then Liam is kissing him again.
It’s a bit of a disaster, what with Liam sticking his tongue in Zayn’s mouth and Zayn having no idea what to do or where to put his hands and he kind of feels like a girl, all awkward and lame and utterly clueless. Liam doesn’t seem to mind though; he just presses himself up against Zayn and keeps going until they finally find a rhythm. It feels so, so nice and Zayn has to stop himself from protesting when Liam finally pulls back.
It’s kind of awkward because they’re both lying on their sides, but Liam managed to link his fingers with Zayn’s. If anyone walked in they would undoubtedly find it bizarre to see the two boys lying on the floor holding hands, but Zayn doesn’t really care. All he can think about is that he’s glad he waited so long for his first kiss.
Pairing: Liam/Zayn
Word Count: 1,310
Summary: Zayn gets his first kiss when he's seventeen.
A/N: Based on this video and the fact that there isn't enough non-angsty Ziam out there. Also I suck at writing endings so sorry the end of this is so terrible. Unnecessarily long title from Less of Me by Meg & Dia.
Zayn gets his first kiss when he’s seventeen.
Not that he would ever let any of his friends know that. As far as they’re aware he’s done just about everything with a girl minus sex, and he intends on keeping it that way. He isn’t really sure why he’s never been kissed, it’s not as if he has any trouble picking up girls, but when he’s with them it just doesn’t feel right. Plus most of the girls he hangs out with choose to latch themselves onto his neck or his collarbone, as if skipping kissing on the mouth will help get further faster. But Zayn isn’t going to have sex until he gets kissed, as stupid as that may sound.
He keeps up this façade when he finds himself on X Factor. Now that he’s in a band with four other boys, boys that often talk about their conquests; he knows he can’t tell them the truth. So he goes along with it when they talk about girls they’ve been with, ex-girlfriends, everything. He doesn’t dare tell them he’s never had a girlfriend, never been kissed, never done anything. He’s seventeen years old and hopelessly inexperienced.
When they get to the X Factor house it seems like everyone couples up almost immediately, despite the strict no relationships rule. Zayn has never been around so many guys that are so open to being all over each other. He immediately takes to Liam because he’s the most reserved of the group, the least likely to throw himself on Zayn and pretend to make out with him. Zayn doesn’t want to pretend to make out with anyone until he’s actually experienced making out for real.
In a way he and Liam sort of become coupled up too. They spend nearly all of their time together, just hanging out. Sometimes they talk but a lot of the time they just sit there and enjoy each other’s company. For the first time in forever Zayn feels like he can actually just be himself around one of his friends, instead of having to play up this persona. It’s nice. And Liam never brings up girls or relationships or who in the house he would want to bang if he got the opportunity. Saves for a lot of awkward avoidance. Being in around Liam just makes him feel good, a different kind of good, and it’s a feeling he’s never really experienced before. Like he craves Liam presence.
They’re only a week and a half into the competition but it feels like a lifetime to Zayn. He’s tired from rehearsals and cranky that he keeps messing up the harmonies in the chorus and just wants to take a really long nap and be left alone. Which is pretty much impossible in the house, there’s always some madness happening, usually being led by Louis. Zayn loves the guy but damn sometimes he wishes he could just shut him off for a few hours to get some peace and quiet.
Zayn finds a sleeping bag, grabs a pillow, and then makes himself as comfortable as possible in the far corner of their rehearsal space. He’s really hoping no one finds him, and he doubts they will, but he still remains a bit on edge. He’s almost asleep when he hears a sound. Or thinks he hears a sound. Either way now he’s painfully awake and extremely annoyed, because if that’s Louis or Harry or Katie or anyone annoying, which is about ninety percent of the house at this point, so help him god he is going to have a fit.
The door opens and shuts and even though his eyes have adjusted to the darkness he can barely make out a figure walking towards him, slowly and quietly. He closes his eyes, hoping if whoever it is sees he’s asleep they’ll leave him alone, and at first he thinks it worked until he feels something brush up against the sleeping bag.
When he opens his eyes Liam’s face is dangerously close to his. He can tell it’s Liam immediately, make out all the features in his face, and he breathes a sigh of relief, because if anyone had to find him Liam is the best option. Liam is lying on the ground right next to him on his side, just staring at him. Zayn waits for Liam to say something but he doesn’t. He just lies there.
Zayn has this weird fluttery feeling in his stomach. He’s so close to Liam he can feel the other boys breath on his face, see every detail of his face, the way his hair is falling in his eyes. They always hang out alone, but never this alone. In a dark, otherwise empty room practically pressed up next to each other. Zayn sort of feels like he might vomit.
Liam inches towards him, just slightly, and Zayn’s heart is practically in his throat because what the hell is even happening right now. Because just like that Liam’s lips are on his and oh, oh, this is what it feels like. This is why everyone raves about it, why his friends love making out with girls, why everyone is always so anxious to talk about it.
It’s not much of a kiss, only lasts a few seconds, but it leaves Zayn’s heart racing and his head spinning. Liam is staring at him so intensely, and Zayn just sort of nods, like it’s okay that his best friend just kissed him. Liam must take this as a go ahead to keep going, because he lips are on Zayn’s again in a matter of seconds. This time it’s different though, it’s a little bit rougher and deeper and something clicks into place in Zayn’s head, like maybe this is why he never wants to kiss the girl’s he’s with, why maybe he’s the only virgin out of his friends, why maybe he’s waited so long to be kissed. It should probably freak him out but he kind of knows that he’s known this about himself all along.
“Liam,” he says in the middle of the kiss, but Liam either can’t hear him or doesn’t care. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he mumbles against Liam’s lips. He’s not even sure if Liam could understand a single word he just said but Liam pulls away slightly. “I’ve never been kissed before,” Zayn says, staring at the wall behind Liam’s head. Liam laughs, very softly, but Zayn still hears it and when he looks back at Liam he sees a glint of something in his eye.
“Sorry,” Zayn mutters and he can feel his face turning red because he ruined it, whatever the hell was happening between them. Liam doesn’t say anything and Zayn doesn’t know what this all means but he kind of wishes Liam would just reassure him or something. Instead he sees a faint grin playing on Liam’s lips and then Liam is kissing him again.
It’s a bit of a disaster, what with Liam sticking his tongue in Zayn’s mouth and Zayn having no idea what to do or where to put his hands and he kind of feels like a girl, all awkward and lame and utterly clueless. Liam doesn’t seem to mind though; he just presses himself up against Zayn and keeps going until they finally find a rhythm. It feels so, so nice and Zayn has to stop himself from protesting when Liam finally pulls back.
It’s kind of awkward because they’re both lying on their sides, but Liam managed to link his fingers with Zayn’s. If anyone walked in they would undoubtedly find it bizarre to see the two boys lying on the floor holding hands, but Zayn doesn’t really care. All he can think about is that he’s glad he waited so long for his first kiss.