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The first foray back into canon AU for ages and it’s not mega long but long enough to put some under the cut. Ziam in New York.
Days pass by in a blur.
Liam’s lost count of how many people he’s hugged, how being on a private plane once upon a time was an exciting novelty but at the risk of being a complete pop star about it, it’s like getting on the 63 back home in Wolverhampton these days.
He’s so excited, even with all that’s along with it and that he doesn’t like to dwell on, Paddy sometimes tries to draw him out on it, sees the signs and sometimes he’ll try to draw it out with humour, other times with an arm flung around Liam’s shoulder.
Liam plays along like it works sometimes, and he and Paddy both know the truth but Paddy will ruffle his hair or give him that grin that conflicts with the concern in his eyes but he leaves it be.
Liam steals time, private time, where he can even if it’s five minutes, even if it’s two, even if he can only just say, “Hi, I miss you,” and even if there’s only enough time before the wheels go up for the response to be “Never as much as I miss you, babe”
They send each other selfies when they first wake up, and just before, in Liam’s case at least and he suspects it’s the same for Zayn, half-hearted attempts to sleep.
And he counts down the days. Each morning, he gets a text from Zayn with just a number on it, has done, every day since they last saw each other.
“I take it he sent you a zero this time,” Liam looks up and takes off his sunglasses and he can feel himself blushing, except he’s not embarrassed, not really and he shrugs at Paddy’s words, can’t stop the grin and Paddy returns it and this time there isn’t concern.
Liam’s vaguely aware of Charlie and Paddy ribbing him, but he doesn’t care, he just looks down at the phone screen and there’s never been a better sight.
Liam shuts the door behind him, it’s late, and his head’s spinning with praise and plans for his future.
He doesn’t care, he takes one more step, then another till he rounds a corner and there, right there, that’s what’s better than any zero.
Zayn’s holding onto the remote control, kind of. He’s got a pair of jogging bottoms on, and a hoodie, his hair’s still got the traces of green he promised he wouldn’t get rid of till he saw Liam again and the beard is growing again, his eyes are shut so just like all the times before, Liam’s distracted by the way each time he sees him, it’s like he’s grown a hundred more eyelashes, and his lips are slightly parted as he gently snores.
He almost doesn’t want to wake him, except that’s a total lie.
He strides across to the bed, and gently taps at Zayn’s feet and then folds his arms as Zayn murmurs and then shifts and then blinks his eyes open and looks up.
“Told you, you wouldn’t be able to stay awake,” Liam smiles as he says it and sits down on the bed, next to where Zayn shifts and spreads his arms out as he yawns then sleepily smiles and places his hands on Liam’s arm gently tugging him closer.
“No one likes a know it all you knob.”
Liam grins, responds with his middle finger before he allows himself to relax and he falls into Zayn’s side, it’s not ideal because he can’t fully see Zayn’s face and the reason it’s not ideal? Well, he’s spent too long imagining not taking his eyes off Zayn
He can make out the rise and fall of Zayn’s chest instead though and the way he keeps attempting to stifle his yawns, his eyes crinkling before Zayn makes a tutting sound.
“Didn’t your mum tell you it’s rude to stare?” As Zayn says it though, his eyes crinkle again, except this time it’s with a smile and Liam wants to see him fully now so he shifts once more, turns on his side, and rests his cheek on his palm and his elbow on the pillow and he does stare now.
Quietly he replies, “I think she’d get it, why I need to that is,” it hits him then, the weight of how long they’ve been apart, all he’s had to face and his shoulders sag and his gaze drops away from Zayn, till he’s staring at nothing but then fingertips gently scratch at his chin.
“Eh Li, what did we say?”
Liam could respond with what they’ve talked about, tried to talk about more like, he could talk about the times that conversations ended up with one of them hanging up, they could talk about planning what they’d do beyond all this, if there ever is a beyond all this because sometimes it’s hard to remember that there will be.
It’s late though, and he’s done with that, this time is too fleeting to be wasted on what’s around them, rather than what they have that can never be shifted so he lifts his eyes till they meet Zayn’s and he chews at his bottom lip and Zayn nods.
“Oh yeah, we talked about that too, take off the chains first and you’ve got a deal.”
When a group of five teenage girls go out to eat, all the girls have their eye on waiter Zayn, making a competition of who can get Zayn to fall for them–but it doesn’t seem that Zayn has any interest in the girls at all… but rather the crinkly-eyed boy at the table, Liam.
Up-and-coming journalist Zayn Malik, in hopes of later being allowed to cover more substantial stories, takes on an assignment by which he must pull a guy and then push him away in ten days. Advertising executive Liam Payne, in order to take over a major campaign for his company, must prove to his associates that he’s able to woo a man in less that two weeks.
They walk into a bar.
(An AU based off of the 2003 film How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.)
“How do you feel? When you come back to a place like Bradford?”
“I think it’s massively important, like, for me that I come back here. ‘Cause it grounds me, as a person. Just reminds me of why I started doing what I did.
A grin. “Yeah. Football.”
A Football AU where Zayn Malik is at the tail end of his illustrious career and going back to where it all began, Liam Payne is the one he never saw coming, and how one injury could change Zayn’s life forever.
not everyone is brave enough to go after the things they want. too much judgment and little respect creates nothing but fear; yet zayn’s always pursued what he’s felt regardless of those hang ups, and there’s not a day that goes by that he doesn’t regret any of his choices.
now, though, his decisions go a little beyond the spectrum of what people might consider normal, but zayn swears he did it out of love for himself and for his family. but mostly, it’s for his insatiable need to feel steadiness for once in his life.
zayn doesn’t expect mr. payne to have all the answers, and he certainly hadn’t meant to leave an impression.
so, this isn’t really a love story. well, it shouldn’t be.
“He watched the tape later, though, when Zayn had gone for a midnight shower and the apartment was silent. He skimmed through, desperately wanting to watch how they fit together before the clip is edited, but knowing that’s not what he’s looking for. No, he’s looking for the ending, where Zayn swaggers out of bed: plump lower caught between pearly white teeth, face eclipsing into a cheeky grin when he examines himself in the live feed. He looked directly into the camera, a tiny eyebrow raise accompanying his smirk giving hint that he’s enjoying the attention for a little more than what he’s being paid.”
(Or the one where Liam finds himself needing money quickly, and Zayn has a surprising suggestion of how to help.)
Harry: *fangirling internally, surprised and silently pleased with the fact that his arms can enclose Louis’s waist entirely* (bless the size difference) *need to calm himself and try to look cool and flick his hair when they eneded the too long hug* love you boo, congrats.
Louis: *blushing* *silently afraid of what the management will do to them now, but love is tough and hard, who is he to go against the rule of nature* *enjoying the fact that he and hazza fits like a puzzle* love you too, haz, congrats.
Zayn: *slightly hesitant, dunno if Liam really like Peazer or not* (shall I go hug him or not, he is so cute with that excited grin and blush on his face…) *internal/ eternal struggle*
Liam: *hesitant and shy* (dunno if Zayn will want me to hug him, he is moving so slow, does it mean he doesn’t want to hug me???) *slowly open arms invitingly* *puppy look all the way*
Niall: *frustrated at how hesitant ziam is* (they are freaking blocking his view of a perfectly nice larry, and if they really want to do the blocking part, they may as well as do it when hugging each other) Hmph! you two! JUST HUG EACH OTHER ALREADY! *push zayn real hard*
Zayn: *stumbles, like a first born deer, though this normally applies to harry*
Liam: *his life flashes in front of his eyes * *gasp* Zayn! You aren’t going to fall are you?
Zayn: *stumbles into Liam’s embrace* I have already fallen, you idiot, I have fallen for you for so long.
Audience: *clapping for Larry and Ziam, and for the great job Captain Niall is doing*
Niall: *enjoys the view for a sec, moves on to hug Larry* Congrats, good job boys, the display of affection was impressive.
All the boys: *hug*
Ziam and Larry: *happy cheesy lovely couples*
Niall: THAT IS WHY I LOVE LIFE
(i guess this is one of the rare occasions that Niall doesn’t mind being left out)