Ziam [Larry Too, Sometimes] {Nosh, Maybe} Oneshots (MINE ONLY)

The French Revolution

Summary/Prompt: Can you please do a Ziam set in high school where Liam is the sweet, shy, innocent one and Zayn is the bad boy?

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“Deciding to be late to my class Mr. Malik?” Mrs. Boston asked.

“No, I was going to skip but.. I wanted to see my favorite teacher.” Zayn made up with a smirk. 

“Save it. You can join Liam for detention during lunch.” She snapped.

Zayn’s smirk grew bigger.

Liam Payne. The sweetest kid whos liked by everyone. Besides Zayn. He hates the kid. Well not hate, it was jealousy, but Zayn was too stubborn to actually admit that. The teachers always favorite him because hes smart. That’s it. Because he can solve every problem in less then 5 seconds. In every single subject. Even French where people have the most trouble. The class there in now. No wonder Zayn wanted to skip. But his parents promised if he got straight A’s he could get a year supply of hairspray and who would Zayn be to turn that down.

He plopped down next to Liam, which was the only empty one left.

“What did the innocent puppy do to earn this amazing treat?” Zayn teased the blushing boy.

“I cursed by mistake.” Liam whispered looking down at his French textbook.

“That’s it? No begging? No ‘IM SORRY’? No fighting back?” Zayn asked.

“What’s the point..?” Liam mumbled as Mrs. Boston called his name.

“Liam, please read the poem on page 183 for us, please.”

Liam took in a deep breathe “*Mon amour pour toi est plus fort que la volonté de la mort

Il me fait me sentir important d’être le vôtre

Et pour que vous soyez le mien

La façon dont vous ne voyez pas mes regards pour vous, c’est incroyable

Est-ce amusant pour vous de m’ignorer?

Est-ce la seule façon dont je vais vous obtenir?

En vous gagner?

Theres tellement de gens abandonnent à vos pieds

Vous demandant d’être leur

Je ne peux pas rivaliser avec les poings pour vous

Je ne suis pas chasseur

Mais je promets qu’un jour nous pourrons être ensemble

toujours” He read out loud as Zayn stared at Liam’s lips. The way those pink smooth glistened lips moved.

“Excellent.” Mrs. Boston smiled.

“Since when do you speak French so well?” Zayn scoffed.

“Since I came her from France.” Liam said.

“Oh, right..” Zayn mentally slapped himself.

After that awkward silence came over them both. Zayn thought he could see Liam sneaking glances at him. He shrugged it off as seeing things, despite his perfect vision.

At lunch time, Liam and Zayn walked silently to Mrs. Bostons room.

Liam knocked quietly as Zayn pushed him aside and threw his fist against the wooden door.

“Come in!” They heard her shout.

Zayn entered calmly, as a regular being should. But Liam was shaking with fear of this going down on his permanent record.