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An Offer You Can’t Refuse # chapter 10

Summary: Ten years ago Zayn was offered 10.000 pounds. Which seventeen year old would have said no?

It was only one catch. The offer came from his boyfriend’s mother and in order for Zayn to have the money he had to break things off with her lovely son. Zayn reacted with anger and shock. Nothing was ever going to keep him and Liam apart. Not before he revealed a terrible secret. Then he had no other option then to take the money and go.

When Zayn meets Liam again after ten years, Zayn’s feelings is just as strong as they were. But he broke his heart – and soon Liam will discover that he was paid to do it. How can he win him back, when he can’t tell him the truth?  

AN: This is the last chapter before the epilouge so I guess you can file this under “completed and half arsed”.. well well

Chapter ten

Liam woke up with a grunt the following morning. His head was throbbing and his throat felt like sandpaper.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered and clutched his head as he looked around the room. He wasn’t at home, that’s for sure. He got out of the bed and hesitantly made his way over to the door. He pushed it open and immediately smelled bacon seeping from the kitchen. He was immensely happy about the fact that he wasn’t that hung over to not tolerate the amazing scent of eggs and bacon.

When he walked into the kitchen he saw Zayn’s hips swaying to the beat of You need me, I don’t need you while he flipped the eggs over. Liam chuckled and Zayn turned around and grinned.

“Hi,” he said and turned the volume on the radio down. “I made you some breakfast, so I hope you’re not too hung over,”

Liam rolled his eyes. “Of course not,”

Zayn smiled and put the plate in front of Liam and Liam eyed the dish hungrily before he took a bite.

“Oi, animal, you still need toast and juice,” Zayn said and poured him some apple juice and fetched the toasted bread and gave it to Liam. Zayn sat down across from Liam and watched him with a small smile as the older man devoured his meal.

Liam, feeling Zayn’s eyes on him, looked up. “What?” he asked with a piece of bacon hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Zayn chuckled. “Nothing,”

Liam shrugged and continued eating and they sat in a comfortable silence.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Liam suddenly asked.

“Already did,” Zayn said. “It’s one pm,”

Liam’s eyebrows shot up and he looked at the clock. “Oh,”

Zayn chuckled and took Liam’s empty plate and put it into the dishwasher and turned around to face Liam. “So, you need me to drive you home, or?”

Liam shook his head. “I’ll take the car,” Zayn was about to protest but Liam cut him off with a smile. “You know I can drive perfectly fine with alcohol in my system,”

Zayn nodded and Liam got up and went to the hallway but just when he reached the door to the hallway he stopped and turned around to face Zayn with a smug smile. “So, I’ll pick you up around six tonight then?”

Zayn’s eyes widened almost comically and he looked at Liam like he had grown two extra heads during breakfast. “What?”

Liam grinned. “I mean, I’m sober, right? So this one actually counts?”

Zayn swallowed. “Yeah, but –“

Liam rolled his eyes and got closer to Zayn. “Zayn Malik, would you please go out on a date with me?”

Zayn nodded and he grinned. “I thought you were too drunk to remember,”

“Never,” Liam replied with a light chuckle and gave Zayn a kiss on the cheek before he turned on his heel and left.

Zayn couldn’t have run to the phone any faster than he did to tell Harry all about it.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” he kept repeating and finally he heard Harry’s voice greet him. “Guess what!?”

“Wow, okay,” Harry breathed. “Uhm, you don’t have cancer, do you?”

“No, you twat,” Zayn rolled his eyes. “Guess who’s got a date with Payne tonight?”

“Your mum?”

“You’re a fucking arsehole sometimes, I don’t even know why I’m friends with you,” Zayn muttered and Harry chuckled.

“Okay, let me start over,” Harry said and cleared his throat loudly before he said “Who’s got a date with Liam?”

“Me,”   

“Oh my God!” Harry fake-exclaimed and he could hear Louis’ asking what the hell had happened. “Zayn has a date with Liam, it’s, like, the best thing ever to happen in like the history of good things to happen, oh my God!”

And wow, did Zayn want to punch him in the mouth or what?

There was some rambling and some noises before Louis’ excited voice was on the other end. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Zayn said and shrugged. “What should I wear?”

“Liam’s a bum-man, so I would pick black skinny jeans… oh, and maybe a blazer?”

“I’m not Harry, Lou, I don’t do blazers,” Zayn replied and rolled his eyes and walked into his closet to look through the different clothes. “I suppose a leather jacket would be too casual?”

“Either that or he thinks he’s dating some mafia guy,” Zayn could practically see Louis rolling his eyes while he wondered why he became friends with such horrible people.

“So, no leather jacket?”

“No leather jacket,” Louis was humming some song while he thought about a possible outfit. “What about plaid?”

Zayn rummaged through his closet before he found a red one. “Yeah, I guess,”

Louis hummed in approval. “Good, text me after the date then,”

“I will,” Zayn replied before he hung up.

~*~

“Fuck, shit, cunt, fucking fuckety fuck!” Zayn swore loudly before he ran to the bathroom to fetch a pair of jeans he had misplaced and tried to simultaneously run back to his room and put on the jeans which ended in him landing face first in the carpet in the hallway and he cussed before he scrambled to his feet and put the trousers on before he ran back to his room and put the deodorant on and threw on the button down. Liam was supposed to be here in like ten minutes and Zayn hadn’t even done his hair and he didn’t know what shoes he should take and he had no idea what jacket to wear or if he should drink something to calm his nerves and why was he even nervous? This was Liam, the guy he had dated for a year and knew like the inside of his own hand.

But maybe it was that factor that made him so nervous. He knew Liam, he knew how he used to act out on dates, but maybe that had all changed, and what if he changed his mind? What if Liam decided he didn’t want Zayn at all and went back to Niall?

Zayn tried to regain composure as he quiffed his hair and looked at him once more in the mirror and took a deep breath. He could do this. Yeah, he could definitely go on a date with his ex. No problem.

He swallowed deeply when he heard the knocking on his front door.

“Sink or swim, Zayn, sink or swim,” he muttered to his reflection before he went downstairs to answer the door.

~*~

The date hadn’t been awkward at all, to be honest, and Zayn had loved every moment of it.

Liam had been gentle, he had led Zayn over to their table by touching him slightly on his lower back and had pulled his chair out for him and he had even ordered for him and while Zayn hated feeling like the underdog in a relationship, he couldn’t help but love how Liam tried his best to treat Zayn properly and be a gentleman while doing so.

The conversation had flown effortlessly and Liam had asked all kinds of questions about Mallorca and Harry and even Louis and asked how Tricia and Yaser had been and what they had done lately and it was never an awkward silence.

“Any ex boyfriends I should know about?” Liam had asked in a teasing tone and Zayn blushed.

“Not really,” he had replied and Liam understood he didn’t want to talk about that, so he soon changed the theme to what he had done the last ten years. Apparently Liam worked for a record label where he scouted out new artists and he made a brief comment asking about if Zayn would ever be interested in such a thing. Zayn blushed and said he was more than happy with his job working at Kingsley’s. It wasn’t that he didn’t love to sing, but doing it on a regular basis wasn’t something he was up for. Not to mention it was no way he was actually good enough to get a record anyway.

And at the end of the date Liam had drove him home and walked him up to his door.

“I think I’m gonna kiss you now,” he had whispered, and Zayn looked at his mouth and back up to meet Liam’s eyes and licked his own lips. Liam had lifted a hand up to Zayn’s jaw and he stroked it carefully and looked down at him with a soft smile and leaned down.

The kiss was small, gentle and absolutely perfect, and Zayn didn’t want it to end at all.

When they pulled apart Liam leaned his forehead against Zayn’s.

“I wish I could come inside,” Liam had said then and looked in to Zayn’s eyes. Zayn wanted to throw his arms around Liam and demand that he came inside but he knew that would be to push it, but on the other hand he really didn’t care. “I don’t think we should push it,”

And Zayn had closed his eyes and nodded despite the sudden clench in his chest and he knew it was foolish, but he had hoped that Liam wouldn’t care.

“See you,” Liam whispered and brushed their noses together before he turned around and walked back to his car.

~*~

“Zayn, if you don’t hurry up, you’ll be missing the party,” Louis sighed and looked at Zayn as he placed the books in the shelves.

Zayn looked back at Louis with an apologetic smile. “Just get ready; I’ll come back when I’ve placed these last books back in place,”

Louis sighed again and muttered a “Fine,” before he went back to the staff room and closed the door behind him. Zayn chuckled lowly to himself before he placed the last book in his hand in place and went over to the desk to fetch more. He had his back to the door, so he couldn’t see it open, nor could he see the person that walked in, but he could hear the familiar ding signalising that they had a new customer.

“We’re closed,” he said and didn’t turn around.

“You know, it’s rude to not turn around when you have a customer, even though you are closed,”

Zayn could feel a smile appear on his lip as he heard Liam’s familiar voice. He turned around and lifted an eyebrow. “I thought our next date was tomorrow,”

“Yes, it is,” Liam said and nodded his head as he walked closer to Zayn. “But I needed to see you,”

Zayn bit his lip and couldn’t help the grin that threatened to burst out on his lips. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” Liam said and stopped right in front of him.

“And what were you planning on doing when you would see me?”

“This,” Liam murmured and cupped Zayn’s jaw and leaned in for a kiss. Zayn hummed against Liam’s lips and the kiss soon turned more passionate and they were both pouring ten years of absence in to the kiss. Zayn clutched at Liam’s waist and pressed his body against him, and Liam groaned against Zayn’s lips and placed his hands on Zayn’s waist and lifted him as if he weighed nothing up on the counter.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Liam panted and stepped in between Zayn’s legs. “There’s no point in waiting. Sex is good, sex is – fuck, I’ve missed you,”

Zayn hummed in response and hooked his legs around Liam’s narrow hips and drew him in for another heated kiss and he started unbuckling Liam’s belt and he drew away from the kiss to look at Liam with a glint in his eyes.

“Not too afraid to have sex in a bookshop I hope?”

“Never,” Liam replied, and Zayn chuckled before he got the belt unbuckled and he pushed Liam’s trousers down beneath his bum. Liam raised an eyebrow at this and Zayn only smirked before he placed his hands on the small of Liam’s back and drew him in for another kiss, but somehow his hands ended up in between Liam’s briefs, and he was now cupping Liam’s bare arse and he decided that yeah, waiting was overrated anyway.

“Hey, Zayn, are you – fucking hell!”

Liam almost fall backwards while scrambling for his trousers and pulled them up and Zayn fell face first into his chest at the unexpected movement from the older male. He straightened up and looked at Louis with an apologetically smile and Liam cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I was just – uhm” Louis made a vague hand movement back to the staff room. “I’ll be – there… if you, yeah,” Louis said and blushed before he escaped back to the staff room. Liam chuckled and Zayn looked up at him and saw him running a hand over his face.

“Okay, yeah,” he said and looked at Zayn. “Now I’m scared,”  

Zayn snorted and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before he walked over to the door and turned the sign to closed.

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