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Izzy Azalea - Work
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"What're you starting at Zayn? Get back to work." Liam says as he walks past Zayn's desk.
Zayn blinked, coughing awkwardly and looked away from the hickey that's almost looking like a bruise upon Liam's neck.
He gathered his stuff and grabbed his pen along with the papers Mr Payne needed to sign.
He got up and quickly followed Liam, pushing his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Mr. Payne. I've got some papers for you to sign, there isn't much.." Zayn placed the papers down on the shiny black wooden desk.
He watched Liam sit down on his seat and looked down at the papers.
Zayn couldn't help but look at the hickey once again, he bit his lip and wondered who the person might of given him that huge hickey.
He could already imagine everyone gossiping what was on Liam's neck. He was off into space thinking what would it feel like to be the one giving Liam hickeys and imagined himself making the shit out of his boss that he didn't know he was staring at the hickey for god knows how long.
"You're staring, Mr. Malik." The deep voice of his boss broke off his thoughts, causing him to blush and feel flustered.
Zayn quickly looked away and stood there awkwardly waiting.
"What are you staring at anyway?" Liam asked, eyes upon the papers, not bothering to look at Zayn.
Zayn stayed quiet for a moment, thinking maybe Liam Payne was drunk and couldn't remember anything from last night.
After all he seems like he's hungover, seeing that he's not in the mood for anyone and anything at the moment.
"I- um.. There's a hic-" He shook his head when he heard himself stutter. "Oh, nothing.."
Liam looked up at him slowly, raising an eyebrow. "You know that lying is bad, Mr. Malik."
Zayn bites his lower lip and nodded, glancing at the hickey again.
Liam squinted his eyes and followed Zayn's gaze, he furrowed his eyebrows. He couldn't see anything.
"Is there something on me?" He asked curiously, glancing at Zayn.
"Cause I can't see anything-" and then it hit him. He remembered going out with Niall at the gay club last night, drinking until they both pass out.
He couldn't remember anything, nor he remembered hooking up with someone.
"There's a huge hickey on your neck.." Zayn replied, finally saying it without stuttering the words.
"Shit." Liam cursed, dropping the papers and pen, cupping his neck.
He slightly rubbed the hickey, glancing at Zayn awkwardly.
His boss's actions caused Zayn to smirk, continuing to stare at Liam. The rarely confident Zayn becoming alive.
"You know sir. I heard that rubbing hickeys only irritates them more." He spoke, teasing and confidential in his voice.
He was shocked at himself at how confident and flirty he suddenly became. He rarely was like this.
Liam slowly stopped rubbing, dropping his hands on the desk. Zayn's eyes was still glued on the hickey.
"Can you stop staring at it. I'll give the papers back to you when I'm done." Liam says, avoiding to look at Zayn.
Zayn nodded, turning his back and headed out the door.
"And don't you dare tell anyone about it." Liam warned, voice so deep that Zayn could feel the vibration radiating.
"Oh, I don't need to Mr Payne. In fact everybody is already talking about it." Zayn opened the door and looked at his boss.
He stepped out of the room, smirk plastered across his face. "Would you look at that sir." Liam looked at him shocked. He was shocked at how Zayn was becoming. He didn't care about his employees taking about his hickey.
Thee Zayn Malik whom was shy and quiet suddenly becoming so confident and it felt weird to Liam, he actually quite like it.
His eyes roaming out of the room, feeling eyes upon him. He sighed and picked up the pen, looking away and ignored the eyes and voices.
"Go now, Malik." He spoke again.
"Right away sir, but before I go. Nice hickey you got there Mr. Payne."
"Red suits you." And with that Zayn stepped out the room, closing the door behind him, leaving his boss stunned.
He fluttered his eyes close, leaning against the door and taking a deep breath and opened his eyes, his eyes meeting with his co-workers.
He rolled his eyes at them as they quickly looked away and started doing their job.
Zayn leaned away from the door, letting go of the door handle and made his way towards his desk, wondering how the hell did he become so confident which he wasn't complaining about.
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