Ziam ficspam ~ Permanent by scottmcniceass

Zayn nods. “So what are you doing here, then? You said you didn’t want to be here, and you’re making it pretty obvious.”

“I really don’t think that’s any of your business,” Liam says defensively.

Zayn actually laughs at this. “Babe, I’m a bartender. I don’t give a fuck about your life, but it’s sort of my job to get you drunk and then ask about it anyways. You don’t want to talk, don’t talk. I’ve got other customers anyways.”

Before Liam can even blink, he’s gone, moving down the bar to serve an older woman and then to start wiping down a spot where someone spilled a pint of beer. Liam watches him for a moment before deciding that, yeah, he’s definitely getting out here. He’s just getting up to do exactly that when Harry practically falls on top of him, much the way Eleanor had.

“Just lost a hundred to that Irish bastard,” Harry informs him. “That guy is really fucking good at pool.”

Liam ignores him. “Can we leave, please?”

“It’s not even midnight!” Harry protests.

Liam shakes his head. “Not just here, this whole town. Let’s just sell the house and go back. I’ll deal with the press. I don’t care. I just really, really don’t want to be here.