To the lovely ziall shippers. Are you going to keep shipping ziall if Zayn gets married? I mean before he quit the band I didn’t care as long as we kept having ziall moments, but now that’s not even an option.

anonymous asked:

43, ziall


Three pairs of eyes stare back at the happy couple. Three pairs of ears are currently feeling like they’ve done their job wrong of hearing things. Three mouths are dropped open in shock.

“Well?” Niall presses, biting his lip to hold back his smile, though it’s not working at all. “Aren’t you gonna say anything?”

There’s a pause.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” three voices boom at Niall and Zayn.

Zayn rolls his eyes, still clutching Niall’s hand in his, rubbing at the silver band on Niall’s skinny finger that matches his own.

“We eloped!” Niall repeats, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Despite what it may look like, he’s barely containing his excitement.

“But,” Harry starts, eyes huge and disbelieving, “what about the wedding? Like, the actual wedding. With the 200 people you invited. And your families.”

Niall’s grin falters slightly, but it goes back into full beam mode in a flash. “Doesn’t matter,” he insists. “They all just want us to be happy.”

“You hope,” Louis says in a threatening way. “Do you realize how much money you’ve wasted? The fucking wedding was in four days. What the hell were you thinking?”

“Louis,” Liam murmurs, giving him a look.

“We were thinking,” Zayn cuts in, staring Louis down with that unnerving, super serious gaze he has, “that it got to be… too much. Not like Niall and me. It wasn’t what we wanted.” He shrugs, like it’s simple as that. “And if anyone has a problem with it, they’ll get over it.”

“But,” Harry says again, pout beginning to form. “I had such a nice suit I was gonna wear.” Louis flicks his ear. “Ow! What the fuck, I’m serious, I spent a shit ton of money on that thing!”

“Who’s fault is that?” Louis gripes back, raising a pointed brow at Harry.

Harry sticks his tongue out at him.

“Are you really not going to congratulate us?” Niall breaks in, his good mood going sour.

“Oh, Niall,” Liam says, “We’re happy for you. Aren’t we lads?”

Liam smacks the back of Harry and Louis’s heads and they both glare at him. Their eyes turn soft when they go back to Niall. 

“We are,” Harry agrees. “You’re right, your happiness is all that matters.”

“Yeah,” Louis says, then, “What?” when Harry and Liam give him matching unimpressed looks.

Niall is back to beaming though, so it doesn’t really matter. Zayn gazes at Niall with the smallest, sweetest smile. He might as well have hearts flying out of his eyes.

Yeah, them being happy is all that matters.