WOW FUCK OFF HOW DO YOU FIND THESE THINGS. look at all these people shamelessly staring though, like same. do you think zayn ever gets flustered if liam kisses him public. zayn hates the way people look at them when they’re together, but loves the feeling of liam pressed up against him, the warmth of liam’s hand against his chest and the heat of their mouths together.
does he push liam away with a small laugh, giggling when liam snuffles into his neck. “leeyum, people are staring.”
and liam just laughs and bites zayn’s neck playfully, making him yelp. “let them stare, it’s okay. i want them all to know that i get to call you mine.”
and okay, zayn admits that as much as he doesn’t like the attention, it’s kind of ridiculously hot how shameless liam is sometimes, how he doesn’t care how many people are around as he slips his hands under zayn’s top or how much he gets off on being watched. and plus, it’s not all that hard to ignore everyone anyway. usually when he’s with liam, it feels like everyone around them has disappeared.
Zayn fosters dogs. He wears a lil hat with his hair sticking out, he has a lil flat, and in his lil flat he has a lil plant. He takes dogs in and helps them out until they can find a forever home. He is not lonely. He has dogs. SO MANY DOGS. TOO MANY DOGS? No, he’s not like animal hoarder status, but a lot of dogs. They are his friends and his main source of companionship. HE HAS PEOPLE FRIENDS TOO. ECCENTRIC MAVERICK HARRY UPSTAIRS. NIALL AND LOUIS DOWN AT THE OFFICE. Sometimes he accidentally speaks to them in a baby voice, or tries to feed them, BUT ONLY BECAUSE HE HAS SO MANY DOGS. He’s not lonely. He lives alone with many dogs. HE DOESN’T NEED TO FIND SOMEONE, LOUIS. LEAVE HIM ALONE. Although - there’s this guy he runs into every evening when he’s walking his many dogs. They’ve bumped into each other so much that they’re on a first name basis.
"Hi, Liam," Zayn says.
"Hi, Zayn," Liam says, stooping to pet each dog. "How’s it going?"
"Pepper is moving out next week," Zayn says. "Found her a forever home."
"Aw, well," Liam says, giving Pepper, some sort of mutt people usually skip over who likes cuddling and playing with the squeaky frog, a special pat on the head. "Good for Pepper, but I’ll be sad to see her go."
The tenderness with which this practical stranger off the street treats Zayn’s dogs got him feeling some type of way. But he’s not lonely. He has his dogs.