After spending Christmas with his family back in Ireland, Niall quickly flies back to London so he can share his New Year’s Kiss with his beloved boyfriend, Zayn. (◡‿◡✿)
“Z! Zayn, c’mere.. baby.” Niall pulls his boyfriend close to him and drunkenly kissing around his face. “Have I.. have I told you how m-much I love you?” He slurs, a big grin on his face.
“Yes, you have. And I love you too, baby.” Zayn laughs, trying to balance his boyfriend who was already pretty tipsy considering he’s only been here for an hour and a half. They’re celebrating the end of the year with one of Harry’s older friends, who seems to have disappeared in the massive crowd. Zayn’s not sure if he can find that curly-headed idiot even if he tried.
It took a while for Niall to persuade him to go but in the end, one bat of those lashes has him saying yes. He’s not mad at the blonde though, for getting drunk as soon as they got here and not spending any time with him and leaving him to laugh with strangers. As long as he gets to kiss Niall as soon as the clock strikes twelve, he’s cool.
“Zayn, l-let’s take a picture! ..Instagram it, yeah?” He gives Zayn his phone with half lidded eyes and a smirk playing at his lips. “Ni, sober up, we’ve got like five minutes ‘til midnight.”
Niall’s eyes widen. “Then we getta kiss?” Zayn nods and kisses him on the cheek, taking the phone in his hand and easily typing in Niall’s passcode (their anniversary). He gets the app up quickly and presses their cheeks together. “Big grins, kay.. babe?” Niall tells him, and of course, Zayn obeys.
Later that night, Niall kisses Zayn a lot harder then he intended to. And the two may or may not have left the party early to continue their ‘activities’ back at home.
(They didn’t make it to the bedroom, so Zayn woke up on the couch with his boyfriend drooling over his chest. It was a good start to the year, he thinks.)