We're on Fire [Ziam]

Impregnate My Best Friend.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN:

"Zayner! Can I borrow a shirt?" Niall called out, walking into Zayn's room in only his clover leaf boxers. Zayn-- who was lacing up his brown Doc Martens-- turned around and did a double take at his best friend's state.

"Niall! Would you look at the freaking time! We're supposed to leave in five minutes if we get there!" Zayn spat disapprovingly, and Niall snorted, waving a careless hand, but glacing at the clock nonetheless, which read 5 PM.

"You done, mother? Now. Shirt? Preferably one like yours," Niall said in a bored tone, lazily eyeing Zayn's enseble of a graphic tee and black skinny jeans.

Zayn sighed, and padded over to his dresser. Rummaging for a few seconds, he pulled out a suitable shirt and tossed it at Niall's face, who was sitting on Zayn's bed with his legs crossed.

Niall emitted a curse word, peeling the shirt off his face and with an appriving nod, slipped it on, on his way back to his room. The doorbell rung at that moment, and Zayn went off to get the door for Liam, because yes, he had just texted Zayn he was on his way here.

Zayn took a deep breath, once again patting his hair, and opened the door, to be met with a smiling Harry.

"Howdy," Harry greeted, tipping his fedora, and Zayn gave a small, nervous laugh.

"Uh, hi Harry. Um, Niall is getting ready. I'll go get him." Zayn spun away from the door and yelled for Niall, telling him his boyfriend was here. And seconds later came a loud "Fuck!" from Niall's room, and then the Irish bloke came sprinting out, miraculously ready.

"He is not my boyfriend," Niall spat at Zayn, who chuckled with a shrug.

"I heard that," Harry pouted from the threshold, and Niall just rolled his eyes.

"Let's just leave already. I love concerts, especially ones that I don't have to pay for," Niall remarked, making Harry laugh as he passed an arm around Niall's shoulders.

"Admit it. You just want to grope me in the dark and in the crowd," Harry said, making Niall blush slightly and smack him, and Zayn sputter and blush even more. The hazel-eyed lad made a squeaking sound to awkwardly excuse himself, and slinked inside, leaving the two boys to flirt in the living room.

"You seem familiar... wait. You're the Cat Boy!" Zayn heard the familiar voice minutes later, and raced out of his room, dropping his can of hair-spray.

"Hey! You're the fireman who saved Laney!" Harry grinned, lightly punching Liam's shoulder who eyed him weirdly but smiled nonetheless.

"Uh, yeah."

"And no, he's Corpse Boy actually," Niall correctly while Harry smiled adoringly at the blonde, making Liam frown in confusion, which Zayn thought was adorable.

"Nice to see you again, Niall," Liam nodded, and Niall smirked.

"Hope you're not here to impregnate my best friend again," Niall directed at Liam, who just raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell Niall!" Zayn choked, making his presence known.

"Hey, Liam!" Zayn waved then, pushing away the two laughing boys. 

Liam passed the two boys who were now bickering again, and reached Zayn, pulling him into a light and brief hug, making Zayn stiffen. "I missed you," Liam breathed in his ear, then pulled back as if he hadn't just made Zayn a little flustered.

"I-I- me too," Zayn said, running a hand through his hair, dishevelling it, and Liam found the action extemely attractive.

"What?! Was there a party and I was not invited?!" Perrie called out, actually looking offended as she was standing at the still open door with her hands on her hips, looking appropriately dressed for a concert of a punk rock band.