"Who are you? What do you what?" The figure yelled out.
Zayn jumped and smiled to himself, knowing who the figure was, not minding that he was completely drenched now as he walked forward.
"Liam… Of course I find you when it's bad weather…" Zayn trailed off as he continued to walk cautiously towards Liam, who had backed himself against the wall, sliding to the floor.
"No… Go away, I don't want to see you. You can't be seen with me! What about being Sultan!" Liam cried out, pushing himself against the brick wall.
Zayn could barely make out Liam's feature's, but he knew he was there, he knew it was in face, Liam. "Liam… I gave it up. I don't want it, if I can't have you," Zayn whispered as he knelt down in front of Liam, smiling lovingly at him.
The prince reached out his hand and cupped the man's face, rubbing his cheek gently. Liam reached up and pushed Zayn's soaked hair back, hooking his hand behind his head, pulling his face closer.
"Zayn… You're so… Gorgeous," Liam whispered, pressing his lips against Zayn's, "Thank you… Thank you, but… I can't let you do this to yourself. What would you do as a commoner? You have no skills," Liam laughed, kissing him again.
"I can be a stable boy, or a writer, or a teacher," Zayn chuckled kissing him back, "I do have skills, I have degrees to prove my skills."
Their lips connected again, the rain not bothering either of them. They sat in the rain, in the back of the alley, kissing each other, needing each other. Liam's arms wrapped around Zayn's soaked shoulders, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Zayn's hands traveled down Liam's face, down his soaked torso, wrapping around his waist. Their legs tangled together, unified once again.