Monday.

            Louis didn’t come to pick me up for school, and I had a bruise on my jaw to remind me why. I didn’t want to go anyway. But my mom forced me out the door, and soon I was inside the building I wanted to vomit.

            “Zayn!”

            Harry was there suddenly, running towards me, his curls bouncing on his head. And I knew it was bad, but I flinched away from him a little bit, “Yes, Harry?”

            “Louis wanted to apologize for hitting you,”

            “Then why isn’t he here himself,” I growled, “Harry, it’s really nice of you to do this for him, but you really need to ask him about the election,”

            “What do you mean?” Harry squinted his eyes.

            “I mean,” I sighed, “That you should ask him how many times he voted,”

            “Are you implying that my boyfriend cheated?” Harry yelled.

            “Maybe that’s exactly what I’m saying,” I breathed, turning around and walking the other direction, down the hall and towards the auditorium. We had the winner’s announcement and speech today. I didn’t even prepare anything. Because even if I did win, I was going to turn it down. There was no way I could be President. Not anymore. Not even if Liam begged.

            The ceremony started and I barely noticed. My mind was just too fogged. Harry was beside me, not looking friendly at all now, and we were ushered on stage.

            “Okay, welcome to the induction ceremony for our new Student Body President. Before the ceremony can begin I would like to announce the winner of this year’s election. Now, both of our candidates have been amazing, so let’s give them both a hand,” The audience went up into a loud cheer, and then the Mr. Fletcher opened the envelope, “The winner of this year’s election is Zayn Malik,”

            I dropped my head into my hands in anger. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. I glanced over to Harry, whose eyes were already filling with tears, and I walked up to the podium. After clearing my throat, I breathed the words I had been thinking about all weekend, “I withdraw from the position and happily hand it over to Harry Styles,”

            And then I walked off stage, and out of the auditorium, not looking back or caring what was happening in my leave. Harry would be happy. Maybe Louis wouldn’t hate me. And maybe Liam would forgive me for giving up.

            “Zayn! Stop!” It was Liam, looking distressed and chasing me down the hallway, his tie fluttering behind his shoulder. “What is going on in your beautiful mind right now?”

            I stopped and turned around, looking him in the eye, “A lot,”

            “Babe, tell me,”

            “Don’t call me that here,” I reminded. Liam took a step away from me. “Mr. Payne, I’ll see you later.”

            “Zayn, what is going on with you?”

            I bit my lip, looking up into Liam’s beautiful eyes again, and gave him a small smile, “Everything is fine, Mr. Payne. Can we talk later?”

            Liam nodded then, and watched as I ran off, hiding in a bathroom stall until next class period.

~

            “You are amazing,” Liam breathed as we drove to his house. I shook my head and muttered under my breath, “I’m not kidding, Zayn. It was amazing that you dropped out like that, for the sake of your best friend and his boyfriend,”

            “It doesn’t matter,” I sighed.

            “It totally does, babe,”

            “No,”

            “Yes,”

            “Liam, stop,”

            “Never,” He breathed. I simply shook my head and curled up in my seat, waiting to arrive back at Liam’s house. As soon as we did we both hopped from the car and he gave me a smirk, “In reward for being such an amazing person, how about I suck you off, Zayn?” My eyes went wide and I froze in his front driveway. “Oh, c’mon Zayn, you know you want me to,”

            I nodded shakily, and let him pull me into his house, straight upstairs and into the shower. Our clothes were off in the matter of seconds and the warm water was cascading down my tan skin, soaking me, and Liam was on his knees, pushing his face into my hardening shaft. Moans spilled from my mouth left and right, and I wanted to yell at him to get on with it.

            “Ready, Zayn?” Liam asked, licking gently. I groaned and grabbed his hair in my hands tightly, pulling him closer. “Eager,” he smirked.

            “Please,” I begged.

            And then his mouth was around me, so warm and beautiful, and my hips jutted forward unconsciously. Liam didn’t even gag, he just took me as deep as he could. And I was suddenly worried about how much experience he had in the whole blowjob business. But that thought was violently ripped from my mind when he licked the underside of my shaft and I literally let my knees buckle underneath me. It was a good thing Liam grabbed my hip with one hand and pushed his other into my abdomen, pinning me against the tile wall.

            “Liam!” I yelled, my head thrashing back as my eyes rolled into my head, “Please,” My voice didn’t even sound like it belonged to me. It was far too broken to belong to me, wasn’t it? I tugged on his hair yet harder and Liam let out a beautiful noise around me and I got closer and closer to the edge. He pulled his mouth off of me for a moment, smiling up and me and kissing and nipping at my lower abdomen roughly. “L-Liam,”

            “You’re delicious,” He smirked.

            “Fuck,” I cursed.

            “You close?”

            And then his mouth was around me again and I knew I wasn’t going to last another minute, because this was all so perfect and the hot water was making the shower incredibly warm and steamy, and Liam’s hands were on me and everything came crushing down on me. He moved his tongue against me again and that was it, I released really hard down the back of Liam’s throat. He just swallowed it, sucking and sucking, until I shuttered violently, completely spent.

            The small amount of white liquid Liam didn’t swallow collected in the corners of his mouth and on his lips, and I moaned at the sight.

            “You taste so good,” Liam praised. I tried to get a grip and get my legs underneath me again, but I couldn’t. Thank God Liam picked me up in his arms and he kissed me, my body limp in his hands. “I love you so much, Zayn,” He breathed on my lips.

            “I love you too, Liam,”

            We stayed there, kissing under the water, until I noticed that his raging hard on hadn’t been given any attention, and I dropped to my knees to return the favor. Liam gave a loud moan of approval. Just as I was about to take him into my mouth, there was a scream from downstairs.

            “Liam! It’s Ruth! I used the key you gave me. Where are you?”

            “Shit,” Liam cursed.

            He pulled me out of the shower and threw me a towel. My legs still felt like jelly, and I felt bad for Liam, who looked like he was so hard he was in pain right now.

            “Dry off, babe,” He said, “Grab one of my shirts and a pair of boxers again,”

            “What about pants? Your sister is here,” I said.

            “Doesn’t matter, she’s not going to care. I like you like that,” Liam countered, pulling on his boxers and sweats, just like the other day.

            “Okay,” I said obediently, getting dressed in what I was given. When we were both presentable, Liam’s crotch a little bit tenting still but not as bad as it was a few minutes ago, we tumbled down the steps.

            “Oh, there you are,” Ruth smiled, “Good to see you Zayn,”

            “You too,” I smiled.

            “You are so damn cute like that,” She said looking at me, “No pants, just tight boxers and a big shirt. You look like a girl who just had…oh,” I blushed like mad and hid in Liam’s bare chest. Ruth smiled and let out a small and gentle laugh. “God, Liam, he’s fucking adorable,”

            “Well calm down Ruth,” Liam chuckled, making the vibrations roll through his chest, “He’s mine,”

            Liam smiled down at me and kissed the top of my head gently.

            “Don’t worry, Liam,” Ruth shook her head, “I’m already happily married. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m going to make you my special lasagna tonight.”

            Liam smiled, “Thank you Ruth,”

            “Of course,”

            Ruth left us then, walking into kitchen with a bag of groceries. When she was finally gone, I fell back on the couch with a sigh. Liam laughed and joined me.

            “Are you tired?” He smirked.

            “Fuck, Liam,” I breathed, “That was amazing,”

            “I’m glad,”

            And then my thoughts went back to Liam, and how many times he had done this. Probably a lot. He was 27.

            “Liam?” I whispered.

            “Yes, Zayn?”

            “How many boyfriends have you had?” I asked. Liam pursed his lips.

            “A few,” He mused.

            “How many is a few?” I asked.

            “Around five,” He said. I figured. “Are you jealous, Zayn?”

            I didn’t answer, I only moved onto my next question, “Have any of your other boyfriends been students like me?”

            “No,”

            “Okay,” I breathed in relief, “And…how many of them did you sleep with?”

            “Zayn, really, babe, why are you so worried about this?” Liam asked me gently. I shrugged.

            “Please tell me,”

            “Okay, well, three of the five were short term. I went on a few dates, but the relationship wasn’t meant to be. The other two were a little more serious. One was from Uni. His name was Noah. He was sweet, and really kind of perfect for me, but he cheated on me and broke my heart,”

            “Oh,” I breathed, “I’m sorry,”

            “The other was Max. I dated him after I graduated. He and Noah were the only two guys I was ever intimate with. When I was with Noah I topped and when I was with Max, I bottomed.”

            It was weird, talking about other guys that Liam had been with but then I piped up, “Do you miss them?”

            “Zayn, it’s one thing to ask about my past relationships and another to ask if I miss them and still love them,” Liam said, running his hands over my bare thighs and then the boxers.

            “Do you prefer top or bottom?” I asked.

            “Zayn, why are you so interested in this all of the sudden?”

            “Because of how experienced you seemed,” I blushed.

            “Zayn listen to me. I will tell you all about my sexual preferences, but not in the context of my old boyfriends. They are called ex-boyfriends for a reason.”

            “Okay,” I blushed.

            “Now, ask me again,” Liam said, pulling me onto his lap.

            “Okay,” I smiled, “Tell me about your ‘sexual preferences’” It came out as more of a giggle, and Liam kissed my head gently.

            “Well, I like to bottom in all honesty. The first time I bottomed it was very dominant and submissive, and there was just something about being fucked senseless and destroyed that turned me on. However, I think with us, I would like to top. If you don’t mind. You just have a tight fucking ass,” Liam said so calmly. I blushed and hid my face in his chest. “What about you Zayn?”

            “I don’t know,” I breathed, “Today was the best thing I have ever experienced,”

            “Mm,” Liam hummed with a smile, “Good. I want to be the one to let you experience true love making babe,”

            “Okay,”

            “Okay,” He smiled, kissing me again.

            “Someone come set the table!” Ruth called. I grinned at Liam.

            “I’m going to help Ruth,”

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Sorry this took so long for me to update. I just got home. Still no air conditioning. Nice.

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