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It was only 5:45 PM and I was a wreck.
My hands were clammy and everything just seemed to be out of place, my room was an absolute tip and don't get me started on the rest of the house. I was trying to clean up, by that I mean throw anything on the floor under my bed, and make my room look at least semi-presentable.
"You do realise he's been to your house loads and I doubt he's going to care if there's a t-shirt on the floor mate." Niall's voice boomed from my phone on the bed.
I sighed, knowing he was right.
As soon as I left Niall's house and arrived home, I went into panic at the thought of Zayn coming to my house and looking at how messy it was.
However Niall did make a point, Zayn was here practically every weekend and I'm sure he probably wouldn't care about it's state.
He wouldn't care, but I would.
"I need to make a good impression, so a little tidying won't hurt." I replied as grabbed some dirty clothes and flung them under my bed.
My room looked decent, well you could see the floor and the bed wasn't cluttered with clothes or college work any more. So an improvement nevertheless.
"You are really too nervous for this. You're tutoring him, that's it like you said. Although I do think you should at least try and flirt with him." Niall sighed down the phone.
"I can't flirt." I mumbled.
I had told Niall many times before that flirting was something that I couldn't do. I felt too awkward and embarrassed. He had tried to help me, but I ended up stammering and messing up some shitty chat-up line Niall had told me to say.
Never again.
"It's easy, just like bat your eyelids a bit. Compliment him, like say 'Wow Zayn, have you been working out lately, you're looking really rugged!'." Niall told me, trying to imitate my voice at the end but it just sounded like a prepubescent girl.
"Really? 'You're Looking really rugged'?" I said between laughs.
That lifted my spirits a bit, taking my mind off Zayn's impending arrival. I wiped tears at the edge of my eyes from the laughter, Niall's flirting techniques were questionable but I appreciated him trying to help.
"Fine, just wear some really skinny jeans and show off your arse then." Niall grumbled.
At that I started to choke abruptly at his comment, Niall often talked about my butt and I had kinda grown used to it. It wasn't really that weird now.
Then Zayn entered through my bedroom door, opening the door slowly. I was on the floor, on all fours trying to push the clothes further underneath the bed. I saw him and jumped back slamming my head against my wooden framed bed and I could see his eye's widen as I cursed quietly under my breath. Apparently not quietly enough.
"Shit, I didn't mean to scare y-" He said to me as he rushed over to me.
"You have a really nice arse y'know, I'm sure he would love to-" Niall interrupted Zayn by continuing our conversation.
I quickly got up and grabbed the phone and clicked end call. If he had said Zayn's name then I would be mortified, more so than I already was.
The pain from my collision against the bed was now hitting me at full force and did it hurt. I winced as a surge of pain ran through me. Zayn was stood next me, with confusion all over his face. No wonder.
"I'll go get you some ice, okay?" Zayn said, patting my shoulder, running out of my run.
The first tutoring session was going off to a great start.
An hour later I was sat on my bed, with Zayn inspecting my head to see the damage. He had been doing this since he got back with the ice. I could see the worry and guilt on his face, it was pretty obvious he felt responsible for the whole thing.
I guess he was partly to blame, he did scare the shit out of me by just turning up in my room.
But I wasn't going to tell him that, I told him he wasn't to blame and that I should have known he would just come in like he does every weekend when he comes to see Louis. He basically lived here.
Thankfully, the topic of my conversation with Niall had not come up. I was grateful for that, I already felt embarrassed enough I didn't need that on top of it all.
"Zayn I'm fine, just a little tired." I sighed as he mumbled some incoherent words while checking where I whacked my head.
"But it could be serous, like-" Zayn tried to reason with me.
"I'm fine. We need to start tutoring any ways." I replied, turning my head away from his grasp.
He rolled his eyes, before grabbing his backpack from the floor and bringing it up to his lap. He then began rummaging through it to find what I presumed would be his books. I watched and actually got to have a look at Zayn properly for the first time that evening. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with a few messy rips here and there with some black worn-down combat boots which seemed to be a size or two big for him. In addition to that, he wore a plain white tee and a leather jacket. His usual attire. His hair was getting quite long, and he'd left it in a dishevelled mop that looked like he'd just got out of bed. I'd heard a lot of people saying his long hair was too messy and unkempt for them, but I thought it really suited him. It really showcased his striking jawline, and his flawless skin and-
"Hey Liam, are you okay? Are you feeling sick?" Zayn asked me, his voice lace with worry.
I snapped out of my daze and I could feel the blush almost immediately cover my face.
"Oh, erm yeah. Sorry I just spaced out a little." I mumbled, looking at my lap to avoid his gaze.
"How about you rest your head on my lap, just make sure you don't rest it on the bruised part, and I can ask you questions about the topic and you answer them for me. Like an introductory type thing?" He suggested.
My face was now burning at his suggestion, but I couldn't deny that I wanted to. I mean it was just my head in his lap, it wasn't weird. I mean I'm sure him and Louis do this all the time.
Actually I hope they don't.
I nodded gently and started to lay down, resting my head on his thighs and they were really warm and soft. I tried to keep a straight face, I was biting down on the inside of my cheek to help. I looked up at his face and his had the small grin on his face, and then started to flick through his textbook. I didn't really know how to react, I'm sure a lot of people would love to be in this position with him.
"So I'm a little confused on why Labour were considered to be a threat on the lead up to like 1917/18, it's just they were such a small party how could they be considered a threat to the Liberals." Zayn asked me.
I quickly tried to remember everything about the Labour party, and I was about to speak when I felt his hand card through my hair and I almost let out a moan right there. I looked up at Zayn and saw him biting his lip in obvious concentration. He was probably doing this subconsciously, not really knowing he was doing it but it felt so good.
Niall was going to have a field day when he found out about this.