Liam Payne is just your average fire-fighter. Strictly devoted to his job and loves it. His life is busy... but eh. He loves not having distractions.
But maybe girls setting their kitchens on fire just so the sexy fireman can arrive and put out 'their' fire... yeah, that's not so average.
Now comes in Zayn Malik. He's your typical peeping tom, the typical loner, perverted guy, who you never ever want to be neighbours with. Ever.
And when Zayn, during one of his usual afternoons (that consisted of casually stalking- er- observing his sexy curly-haired neighbour from the crack of his curtain) notices said neighbour's house catch on fire, he's a bit shaken, naturally.
But oh boy, that shake was nothing. 'Cos when Zayn lays his eyes on the sinfully sexy fireman that gracefully jumps out of the red fire truck, amidst the chaos, his arm muscles rippling, and the sturdy white hose grasped tightly in his strong and agile hands... yeah. Zayn simply can't help but eye-rape the hand-crafted masterpiece of God.
Zayn is literally shaken, and not in the bad way.
And now... why the fuck is he having morbid thoughts of setting his house, and especially himself, on fire?
(Mainly Ziam, with slight Narry/Nouis.)
(Highest Ranking: Humor #56 and FanFiction #124 on 23 Feb 14)
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