So here it is the long awaited, probably not, follow up to my fetus ziam drabble. I’ve already started part 3 because I hate myself and think people actually like my stuff.
“Out of my way lads, I’ve got my own room this time,” Niall
announced once everyone was off the buses in Vancouver. He turned and looked
directly at Harry and Louis. “Luckily it’s away from some people.”
“You’re the perv that was listening in,” Louis replied
defensively. “Not mine and Harold’s fault.”
“How about we get a move on and get to the lift instead of
arguing?” Paul suggested, raising his eyebrows at the boys. “Meet me by the
lifts while I get the keys.”
The five boys dragged their feet behind Paul, all exhausted.
The three hour bus ride ended up taking close to four and a half due to getting
tied up at the border. A stop for gas once they entered Canada ended up being a
production that got a few people to laugh, even if it was out of sheer exhaustion
and not something actually funny. Bags were thrown over shoulders and luggage
was being dragged behind them. They only upside to everything was that they had
the day off, the only thing on their schedule was a radio interview in the
midafternoon. Eight more shows, two more weeks and they could see their month long
break in front of them. It was just something they needed to keep reminding
“You sleep on the bus?” Zayn asked Liam as they were huddled
in the corner, away from everyone.
“A little,” Liam answered with a shrug. “I was too knackered
to sleep, if that makes sense.”
“Perfect,” he assured him, especially after he saw the worry
lines appear above Liam’s brows. All he wanted to do really was move his thumb
across the creases, feel his skin on his skin, maybe even kiss the worry
feeling that was probably in the pit of his stomach. Fuck. Stupid Louis and his stupid checklist. “I was knackered too
but you know how Lou is, always bouncing off the wall.”
“You’ll sleep well tonight,” Liam promised, his worry lines
now flattened and a wide smile on his face. “Get to sleep on a bed this time
instead of a crammed bus.”
“We cuddling?” Zayn asked with a smirk. Despite his new
found realization Zayn didn’t want to make things awkward between them, they
needed to stick to their routine, and cuddling was part of that routine. “I
need my teddy bear to help me sleep.”
“Of course, Zed, always,” he told him, hiking his bag
further up his shoulder.
Liam’s cheeks were faintly turning pink, a bashful smile on
his face, this was when he was most beautiful. Zayn got to see Liam in varying
degrees, Liam the popstar, Liam the businessman, and just good ole plan Liam
James Payne from Wolverhampton. Liam the popstar was someone to be dazzled by,
the way he commands a stage, the presence he has in front of thousands of fans
was outstanding, surely something to be admired. Liam the businessman was a
take no prisoner type of man, very attentive and aware of his surroundings. He
made sure everyone was taken care of, he was the voice of reason within the
Liam James Payne from Wolverhampton was who Zayn fell in
love with though. That was the authentic Liam, the one many people rarely got
to see. He had to be the other two Liam’s a large majority of the day. The regular
Liam, the boy behind the man, the one who giggles at everything he finds funny,
the one who blushes whenever he get complimented. He was so selfless and caring
and understanding, always patient. Honestly, what took Zayn so long to realize
he was in love with Liam? Anyone who ever met the true, authentic Liam would
fall in love with him instantly. Karen and Geoff raised a good man.
“Come collect your keys and get on the lift, gents,” Paul
called to them, knocking Zayn out of his daydream.
Liam gave Zayn a little shove towards the lift while he volunteered
to get their keys. While the keys were being distributed the noise level
started to rise a little. People were way past exhaustion but a minimal change
in the atmosphere always riled people up, especially Louis. Harry, like always,
was trying to quiet him, drag him onto the lift and away from the death glares
of a few of the crew members. Caroline just rolled her eyes as she collected
her key from Paul, patting an exhausted looking Zayn as she past, kissing his
forehead and wishing him a goodnight. Liam returned, placing his free arm
around Zayn’s shoulders, almost lifting him up as helping him onto the lift and
eventually their shared room. They were both exhausted, the faces looking worn
out from the long day and even longer tour schedule. A quick goodnight was said
to those who remained on the lift as they exited on their floor.
“I’m gonna change in the loo,” Liam announced once they got
into their room and dropped their things on the soon to be vacant bed. “So you
can do what you gotta do out here.”
“Thanks,” Zayn replied softly, followed by a yawn he didn’t
even try to cover up.
Liam grabbed his bag that contained a change of clothes and
his toiletries, it was a luxury when they stayed at a hotel. Trying to shower,
shave, or even change on a constantly moving bus was a hassle. Something all
five of them learned to conquer rather quickly. He hummed around his toothbrush
as he brushed his teeth, some song that was playing at the arena earlier that
day from whatever playlist they used to hype the crowd before the show. It felt
good to be in a hotel, even better that he got to share that room with Zayn,
his best mate. He loved all four boys equally but things just felt different
with Zayn. They bonded over more than just being in the same group. Movies,
music, comics, everything about them was alike. It was great to have someone
who was so compatible with. He had the best mates in the world, a dream job,
and a dream girlfriend, someone who understood his lifestyle so perfectly and
never once complained. Liam was just so
excited that in a few days’ time Danielle was set to arrive in Las Vegas and
spend a few days with him before flying back home. He couldn’t ask for anything
“You decent?” Liam asked, opening the bathroom door ajar.
Zayn snorted at the questions. “What a loaded question Payno,
but yea, I am.”
Liam laughed at Zayn’s reply and opened the door. Zayn was
already sitting on the bed, laptop resting on his legs. “What are we watching
“Thor,” he informed him, shuffling up on the bed to rest
against the headboard, patting the spot next to him to indicate he wanted Liam
to sit down. This could all be looked at as pseudo romantic but Zayn knew he
needed to keep this as friendly as possible. Which was probably going to be
hard, in more way than one.
“The new one?” Liam asked in excitement as he reached the
bed and sat next to Zayn. He lifted the laptop and placed it on the spot where
their legs met. A perfect place for both of them to see it properly. “You know
being famous does have it perks sometimes.”
Zayn nodded swallowing the lump forming in his throat. He’d
touched Liam numerous times within the last few years, hand holding, gently
placing a hand on the small of each other backs, even while wrestling backstage
at arenas. Even tonight they touched, always did during I Want, it was a
routine of theirs. Now it felt different, their outer thighs pressed up against
each other, skin on skin. He could feel the hair on Liam’s legs rubbing up
against his. Zayn really did hate Louis, making him realize he was in love with
Liam. Now everything happening around them made Zayn hyperaware, noticed every
little detail now. Some mate Louis was. Thanks bro.
“You okay?” Liam’s gentle voice brought Zayn back to
reality. He was rubbing at Zayn’s knee, trying to coax him out of whatever
trance he was stuck in. “You spaced out on me for a minute.”
“I-I’m okay,” he assured him, his eyes glued to where Liam’s
hand was. “Let-let’s just watch the movie, yeah?”
“I heard it was better than the first once,” Liam told him
as he pressed a few buttons on the laptop to start up the movie. “Let me know
if you want anything to eat or drink and I’ll pause the movie, okay?”
Zayn just nodded in response as the movie began, the Marvel
credits flashing on the screen. He was so excited to watch the movie but
couldn’t get his mind to focus. Everything around him was too much. He slowly
regretted sharing a room with Liam. He didn’t want things to be awkward between
them, to draw any attention to the situation, but it was going to be difficult.
Now that he had a name to the gnawing feeling he’d been feeling for so long, it
was hard to shove it away. This wasn’t Liam’s fault at all, never would be.
Just sitting close to Liam in a bed where they’d eventually lay down and
cuddle, a staple of theirs when they share a room. It was going to be an
obstacle, he was definitely going to think about all the romantic undertones of
cuddling with his best mate who he happened to be in love with.
Never mind the fact that Liam was dating Danielle. Zayn liked
Danielle, mostly. She was never around so it was an out of sight out of mind
type of relationship. He would never get the way of Liam’s relationship, would
never jeopardize it at all. He loved Liam and a part of loving him was
respecting those he chose to have in his life, and Danielle was in his life.
Zayn tried to focus back on the movie but just watched Liam as he watched the
movie. Seeing how animated his face got at certain scenes that were probably
highly entertaining and pivotal. He loved seeing Liam’s face light up every
time Loki was mentioned or on the screen. He loved the character so much he
ended up naming his dog after him. It was the little things that just made him
“You stopped watching,” Liam observed, pausing the movie,
looking at Zayn. “You want to stop? We can stop if you want to sleep or
Zayn faked a yawn and nodded his head. “I’m knackered, maybe
we can pick this up tomorrow seeing we have downtime, yeah?”
“Of course,” he agreed, turning off the movie and shutting
off the computer, reaching over and placing it on the nightstand. He turned
back around and saw that Zayn was already under the covers, getting himself as
comfortable as possible. Liam turned off the light and turned in himself,
shuffling down the bed to get properly under the covers. “Nothing beats a night
in a swanky hotel with me best mate.”
“Yeah,” he tentatively agreed, slowly nodding his head,
turning his back to Liam. He sucked in his breath as Liam’s arm snaked around
his waist, his insides immediately felt like lava. It was strictly platonic but
everything had changed, had shifted, now his body was betraying him.
“Goodnight Zed,” Liam whispered in his ear, scooting closer
to tangle their legs together.
“Night Liam,” he replied, his mouth dry and he closed his
eyes and wished himself to fall asleep and fall asleep fast.
model! caroline + model! klaus or photographer! klaus?
This one went in a weird direction? model!Klaus + former model!/photographer!Caroline. Hope that’s okay! Under a cut because smut.
In The Right Place
the sink, in the tiny bathroom, Caroline feels close to hyperventilating and
that was not acceptable. She’s been
working as a photographer for three years now, and she’s mostly silenced her
critics. And there had been many. People who said Caroline had no talent, that
she was booking jobs solely because of the people she’d met as a model. And then
there were the people who whispered, quiet and malicious, behind her back, that
she was only working because she’d fucked the right people.
were wrong. Caroline was good, and she knew it.
sixteen, at a mall in Richmond, Virginia, she’d always been pragmatic about her
modelling career. Youth was a commodity, and most girls were considered washed
up by twenty-two. But Caroline liked the industry, liked the energy and the
creativity, and so she had peppered anyone who’d humor her with questions,
right from the beginning. She’d considered makeup, learned all sorts of tips and
tricks (which had definitely come in handy, over the years) but it was photography,
that she’d fallen in love with.
pursued it, full force, like she did everything she wanted. Crammed in classes
whenever possible, harassed her favorite photographers and crew members,
soaking in the knowledge they’d shared, because she knew school could only take
her so far. And yes, when the time came, she worked every contact she could, to
get hired to take the pictures, rather than pose for them.
wasn’t ashamed of that. Anyone with half a brain knew that the fashion industry
was about who you knew, as much as it was about what you could do. People who
bitched about that were just bitter that they didn’t have an in, and Caroline
refused to let them drag her down.
One of the
many lessons she’d learned as Miss Mystic Falls, battling catty beauty queens, that
had proven to be surprisingly applicable in her adult life.
lesson, one she thought she’d had down, that she was kind of forgetting right
now? Never let them see you sweat.