Cause when both of your boys are in your beautiful city, you get inspired.
Liam was buzzing. Watching the New York City skyline whiz by as he was taken back to his hotel. It was rare to see such a massive city like this, quiet, almost desolate. Few people walked by on the streets, stumbling out of bars or making their way to and from work. It reminded him of London a little bit, or Los Angeles. But New York is the city that never sleeps, unless it’s five in the morning on a Tuesday that is. He knows he should be exhausted or at least a little groggy with all the traveling Liam’s been doing. He was just in Los Angeles not even a full two days ago, Boston this morning and now New York. His body was just use to the rapid time changes, he had to learn quickly. The east side of Central Park game into his eyesight and he knew he was almost there, almost at the one place he wanted to be so desperately all night. The car was parked in front of the hotel a few minutes later, he thanked then driver and wished him a goodnight before jetting out the car and into the lobby. Exchanging head nods with some of the staff as he walked towards the lifts heading up to the penthouse suite.
The beautiful thing about staying at the Plaza hotel was that the lift doors just opened and he was in his suite. You need a special keycard to even activate the lift to make it to the top floor. Pretty fancy stuff for a bloke who didn’t see himself as all that fancy. Bags and clothes were scattered all over the living room area, shoes lined up perfectly by the large windows the lined the room. Boots, trainers, even a pair of adidas flip flops that he must’ve nicked from Louis during the last time they hung out at his and Harry’s place. The view was incredible, as soon as he got to the suite earlier that afternoon he must’ve taken close to a hundred pictures. He could see the park perfectly, even seen the bloody horse carriages that trotted along the perimeter of the area. Poor things. The best view of all though was the body nestled on the king sized master bed. The bed was massive but he made himself look so small, smaller than he usually looked. Liam tried to unrobe as quickly and quietly as possible. He didn’t want to wake sleeping beauty.
“Hey,” he was greeted groggily from the body in the bed.
Liam cursed under his breath, upset. “Go back to sleep, babe. It’s late.”
“It’s okay,” he told him. “I just went off an hour ago.”
“Do anything interesting?” Liam asked, crawling into bed and wrapping is arms and legs tightly around Zayn.
“Watch the Mets lose, again and saw Harry on James Corden,” he answered, stifling a yawn as he spoke. “Have a good night?”
“Better now,” he confirmed, giving Zayn’s middle a squeeze. “It’s good to be back here with you, Zed.”
“Gotta make the most of our time together,” Zayn agreed, nodding his head. “I gotta go for my weekly exercise tomorrow.”
“Must be tough walking to and from an empty apartment building all afternoon,” Liam joked, a giggle leaving his mouth. He nestled his face into Zayn’s back, kissing between his shoulder blades softly.
“Thank god the weathers gonna be nice,” he jokingly added. “What time is it anyway?”
“Half pass five,” Liam yawned, looking behind him at the clock next to the bed. He looked out the window that was looking over the park as well. “Babe, look.”
“The sun is rising over the park,” he marveled. “Let’s take a picture.”
“Leeyum,” he moaned. “It’s late, I’m knackered, let’s go to bed.”
Liam untangled himself from Zayn’s limbs and hopped out the bed in a hurry. He grabbed his phone off the desk that was on the far side of the bedroom. Time for more gorgeous pictures. He opened his camera and clicked, taking more pictures. He’d been in New York more time than he could count in the last six and a half years but he had never seen the sun rise over Central Park before. It was a moment he didn’t want to forget. “Babe, look. It’s beautiful.”
Zayn groaned. He had been in New York for the last month, seeing his fair share of sun rises and sets. Liam was right though, it wasn’t everyday you got to see the sun rise over the east side of the city, especially with the love of your life. He groaned once more as he got out of bed and joined Liam by the window. He wrapped his arms around Liam’s waist, resting his head on his shoulder and looked out the window. “You enjoying this?”
“Now I am,” he sighed, letting his body relax against Zayn’s.
“I’m proud of you,” he whispered into the silent bedroom.
“Wha-why?” He asked, taken aback.
“You’re doing your solo thing and I’m proud of you for that. You’re staying true to yourself,” Zayn explained. “Getting to do what you want to do.”
“You paved the way for me to do that,” Liam countered. “If your music was so raw and authentic, I wouldn’t be able to do what I want to do.”
Zayn blushed at the compliment, only Liam could turn him into a schoolboy and complete mush. “Love you.”
Liam turned off his phone, stretched and placed it back on the desk, trying not to disturb their position. “Let’s go to bed now.”
“Yeah,” Zayn agreed, grabbing Liam’s hand and dragging him back into bed. They resumed their earlier position, hands and legs tangled together in mess of limbs.
“Love you,” he told him softly, kissing the back of Zayn’s neck.