“Take me away to some place real, ‘cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone. It’s where you go when you’re alone. It’s where you go to rest your bones. As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?” (Home by Gabrielle Aplin)
There’s a warmth in his chest that expands until he feels buoyant almost. Like he could potentially fly. What a fucking cliche. “You okay?” Liam asks, sliding up behind him and pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. “Never been better,” he replies. “Why do you ask?” “You’ve been staring into the cupboard for about three minutes, babe. I don’t think you’re going to find Narnia there, no matter how hard you look.” Zayn snorts and turns so Liam’s bracketed by his legs. “You’re a dork.” Liam shrugs. “You love it, though,” he answers easily and Zayn’s breath catches for a minute. “Yeah, I do.”
Zayn’s managing just fine as a single father. Louis and Harry are a help, as much as they are terrors, but it’s Liam who brings him home.
‘Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone Is where you go when you’re alone Is where you go to rest your bones…
“Are you leaving the band?”
“How are you guys doing tonight?”
“(Y/N) is it true that you’re pregnant?”
“Where ya’ll headin’ right now?”
Ashton simply smiled at the pestering paparazzi and pulled you closer to him, knowing it was best to just acknowledge them rather than give them what they wanted and pick a fight. Normally he’d remain unfazed from all the attention but tonight he was feeling on the edge. You had to admit so were you, your boyfriend of 4 years had just arrived from his long 6 month tour and the two of you were looking forward to having dinner with the family. You usually wouldn’t mind fans coming up to you and Ashton but today was his first day back home and your family had flown in to spend time with you and Ashton, the extra attention freaked them out a bit.
“Sorry about tonight (Y/N),” He sighed as soon as you got into the black SUV, “I wanted tonight to be special.” He laid his head on your shoulder as you ran your fingers through his soft hair. Luckily for you he decided to ditch the newspaper boy hat tonight.
“It was Ashton, I finally have my baby in my arms and everyone had fun.” You reassured him but he shook his head and look up at you with a childish pout.
“That’s not what-” Ashton sighed in frustration and leaned back into the seat, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
They say home is where your heart is set in stone, is where you go when you are alone, is where you go to rest your bones. It’s not just where you lay your head, it’s not just where you make your bed. As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?
AN: A drabble that I wrote ages ago, after watching “Quiet Minds”. Spoilers for that episode. Kind of like a missing scene. Slight angst, monkey jokes, and a little symbolism, I think. I just wanted a small moment between them…
Home is where your heart is set in stone. It’s where you go when you’re alone, it’s where you go to rest your bones. — Home, Gabrielle Aplin
“You alright there, Swan?”
Gentle was never a perfect adjective to describe the dread pirate—he’s got a hook for a hand, for godssakes—but Emma Swan could have sworn there was just that, teeny tiny spot of soft in the way his question was whisked away by the light snow, she almost didn’t hear it.