leather clad model zayn malik who’s just touched down with his best friend, doncaster rovers player louis tomlinson for his game in manchester. and maybe zayn goes with him (he’s not that big of a footie fan but he’s louis’s best mate and he sorta likes the crowd when they roar out “TOMMO”) and he meets liam payne, MANU’s rookie goalie (who just so happens to be extremely best friends with louis like “you didn’t tell me your friend was that fit louis, christ give a man some forewarning” and zayn would flush because liam’s fit too and sweaty from his short game with his teammates.
so during thay weekend, those 3 go out and have dinner before their game. ziam just getting to know each other while louis’s yelling drunkly and flirting with the curly lad behind the bar (“he’s harry, me best mate. always knew louis would like him,” liam would say, hand brushing zayn’s knee accidentally and his face turning red). they might share a snog (an intense one at that if they end up in a dark corner with their hands shoved down their trousers).
and like it’s a really close footie game the next day, manu winning and louis pouting but liam rubbing his hair playfully. and ziam exchange numbers and liam goes to his fashion show the next week and they share soft kisses and louis brags about “oh i brought you two lovebirds together – hey don’t flip me off I’M THE REASON – OKAY I’M LEAVING”
"Technically, you killed him." 