“I’ve missed you, you know,” Liam pouts as he gently grabs for Zayn’s tie, still knot around his neck. “My fashionista boyfriend.”
He pulls him in a for a kiss, only popping back so he can praise Zayn more. “On the cover of Vogue.” Wide eyes stare up into Zayn’s. “Can you really believe that happened?”
“No,” he chuckles with a small shake of his head. Forcing himself slightly more into the doorway, Zayn closes the front door of the hotel room behind him. “But I’m not really the one that should be asking that, should I?”
Liam raises his eyebrows. “Whatever do you mean?” He asks a little too innocently, his lashes fluttering.
“Mr. I’m Too Sexy For My Shirt,” Zayn rolls his eyes with a huff of a laugh. “Didn’t think that was gonna happen.” The giggle that erupts from Liam’s mouth only stretches Zayn’s grin further.
“I didn’t either, actually. Spur of the moment thing, really,” Liam admits with a shy shrug.
“What if,” Zayn asks quietly, leaning in so he can pepper kisses to Liam’s cheeks, his nose as he talks. “We had to tell our childhood selves what we’d done this week?” He lingers against Liam’s mouth. “I mean, first of all, we’d have to explain about One Direction and all that.” He waves his hand. “Then, we’d have to get into solo stuff, about my fashion–well, my fashion line,” he mumbles against his jaw. He smirks against Liam’s skin. “The juicy stuff would come next. How you stripped down in front of a pack of screaming girls and how I was on the cover of Vogue.”
Playfully pushing Zayn back, Liam snorts. “That doesn’t sound like a quite even story there, does it? Makes mine sound almost dull in comparison.“
“What can I say? It’s hard to win when you have my story to compare with,” Zayn teases as he leans back into Liam with a grin.
“Shut it,” Liam laughs.
“I mean,” Zayn continues slowly. “I may be purposefully ignoring how you have an amazing collab with one of the most popular DJs in the world, how your solo debut is still smashing it on the charts. And how I’m absolutely 100% sure that your whole album will do the same. Whenever Mr. Payne’s soon happens.”
Liam groans. “Soon enough, okay? Besides, I haven’t really heard that much about your second album in a while, hmm? Who are you to talk, huh?”
“Fair enough, I can’t talk,” Zayn admits with a raise of his hands. “That’s why we’re together in the first place, idget. ‘Cause we’re too alike sometimes,” Zayn taunts as he rubs his nose against Liam’s. Suddenly pressing his lips hard against the other boy’s, he pulls back almost just as quickly, his excitement seemingly contagious. “You know what I want to do?”
“Well, I can think of a lot of things,” Liam whispers lowly, traveling his fingers over the collarbone, the chest, the rest of the body he’s missed for far too long.
Zayn swats his hand away. “Not that, you perv. Though,” Zayn adds thoughtfully. “Keep that in mind for later.” He raises his eyebrows, his lips quirking up.
“Okay, what do you want to do, then, Zed?” Liam asks lightly, amused at Zayn–like always.
“What I really want to do is… Build a blanket fort,” Zayn hums, pulling Liam into the room a bit further so they’re looking straight at the bed. His glance flying to the multitude of chairs sitting at the table and then back to Liam, he waggles his eyebrows at him. “What do you say, eh?”
Liam pretends to look thoughtful for a moment, even though he’s already decided long ago that whatever Zayn wants, he gets.
Seeing his expression, Zayn continues on in a rush, “Come on, we didn’t think we’d ever end up here. At least, I didn’t. The 10-year-old in me is dying to get out, at least just this once.” He grins. “’Cause while he likely wouldn’t believe any of the other stuff I’ve done, I know he’d believe the fact that I made a blanket fort with my beautiful–and very, very supportive and understanding–boyfriend.”
Liam can’t hold back his smile anymore, the obvious, bribing compliments finally breaking him. It cracks onto his face before he responds quickly, “Sounds perfect, babe.” He nods as if thinking this through himself. “And we can even ask room service for an extra set of sheets so that we don’t have to put our fort away for the night. If you want.”
Zayn’s eyes shine. “Yeah, I want that,” he gets out excitedly. “We can have our own little bubble, away from the rest of the world. If only for a bit.”
“I love you,” Liam says suddenly, pulling Zayn in for one more peck on the lips.
“Love you, too, babe,” Zayn happily responds against his mouth, kissing him back. “Now, come on, let’s get this started before we get too distracted.” He flashes Liam a smile as he gives him a taunting look.
Liam blushes just slightly. “Okay, okay,” he concedes easily. “Besides, I guess we can always do all the kissing and cuddling we want inside of our fort.”
“And I can see those abs again,” Zayn pipes up.
“Just get going,” Liam groans, but he can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from his lips and the complete, warm feeling of home that overtakes him.
✏️ ziam wake up cuddling in their bed and its very very domestic 💞
Zayn blinks his eyes open, then opens his mouth to yawn and for a moment he forgets he’s not alone, it’s still dark outside and it’s been weeks without him, weeks of being able to stretch out in this bed, night after night of 7 or 8 hours unbroken sleep. It’s been shit.
Till there’s a feather-light touch to remind him and fingertips that appear in his vision that dance lightly on his chest where the lips are tattooed and there’s the soft sound of a giggle so he turns his head.
Liam’s on his side facing Zayn, hair sticking up everywhere, he’s got this grin that makes him look like he’s still a teenager but this look in his eyes that doesn’t.
“Why don’t we take a bet on how long before mum’s supersonic hearing kicks in and how about we test how good the soundproofing in this house is while we’re at it?”
Zayn hasn’t moved so quickly in the morning in weeks, and the giggle turns into a laugh from Liam before Zayn covers his mouth with his own lips, laughing out a “shush you,” in between the kisses and in kicks team no sleep once more, and he’s never been happier.