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The day of the premiere arrives and Liam doesn't want to get out of bed.
He is excited, and he's happy and he knows he is lucky because its Leicester Square and according to news people had started gathering since last night and its going to be one of the biggest days of his life but he doesn't want to get out of bed.
Because (1) it's peaceful here, in this cosy room, the one he had spent his childhood in. And (2) there is Zayn snuggled into his chest, curled into a small ball, nestled peacefully in the confinement of his arms. No premiere of no movie could ever be more perfect than this moment.
He keeps lying there, wide awake but not caring to move. Just thinking of how lucky he is and how all the difficulties and hardships he has had to face are worth it. If this is what he gets in the end; Zayn in his arms, in his bed, in his arms, in his house. Then he is ready to take on the world alone. He is ready for today, and tomorrow, and forever.
There is a soft knock on the door and Liam shuts his eyes close, he doesn't want to be disturbed. He pulls Zayn a little more towards him.
The light, careful footsteps tell him it's his mom. Coming to wake them up, probably. He wants to whine and tell her to go away before she can start shaking him awake. He is expecting a hand on his shoulder but he gets a soft palm on his forehead instead.
She caresses his hair a little, brushing them off his forehead. And she sniffs, making Liam's heart clench. No mom, he wants to say but she's already whispering to her child who she thinks is sleeping.
“I am so proud of you Liam, you were my little boy and look at you now, almost twenty. Everything you have achieved, everything you have gone through. My little man,” she says, “My baby.”
She leans in and drops a kiss on Liam's forehead and Liam tries his best not to smile up at her like he did when he was five. Then she does the unexpected, it causes fireworks to erupt inside Liam's chest; she reaches out to touch Zayn's cheek, does the same to his hair, then pats his head lightly, “Trisha is so proud of you, Zayn. She couldn't help smiling when I talked to her. He is a beautiful boy Liam, keep him. I am so happy for you. So proud of you both, my sons.”
Liam forces his smile away, and pulls Zayn a little more to himself, not that it's possible anymore but he tries. He stays still, while his mom grabs his alarm clock and he knows what she's doing; she is changing the alarm settings on his old alarm clock. And then there are more footsteps, fading away this time and Liam finally opens his eyes.
He looks down at Zayn but he is still sleeping, ignorant to the world, snoring lightly against Liam's left nipple. Then Liam smiles, the biggest smile he has ever smiled in the history of his life. He really wouldn't exchange this moment for any another and thank god he was awake and not actually asleep. His mom is the best, okay.
He kisses the mop of hair on Zayn's head, placing his chin on it and shuts his eyes close. Leaving it on his Batman alarm clock to wake him up.
Before he can even sleep properly, he is being jostled awake but not by the alarm, by two familiar hands and the sound of giggling.
He opens his eyes to see Zayn trying to push him off himself and laughing with his tongue in between his teeth, “Liiam, you're crushing me babe!”
Liam smiles down at him, rolling off, he doesn't know how he ends up sprawled over Zayn, but he does know he likes it.
“Ah, I can finally breathe,” Zayn sighs, still laughing.
Liam nudges him with his elbow, “Don't act like you don't enjoy me.”
“Well not when you're pressing me into a mattress, suffocating me.”
Liam smirks, “You might want to reconsider saying that.”
And he's over Zayn again, hovering above him this time and Zayn just chuckles up at him, “You know babe, I'm all for morning sex but your mom is just in the other room and I don't want to break anything.”
“I think it will be okay with her,” Liam says, lowering himself down on him slowly, “She has already given us her blessings.”
Zayn looks at him confused, “What?”
“Well she knows one day I'm going to bring you home with a veil and everything,” Liam smirks at him.
“So- so you'll marry me, one day?” Zayn asks, his voice cautious, eyes hiding emotions.
“When will you stop asking such patently obvious questions Zayn Malik,” Liam says, kissing Zayn's lips with adoration.
Zayn smiles despite himself into the kiss, his heart dancing and whooping because obviously Liam will marry him one day, that was a pretty nonsense question.
“I am not wearing a veil though,” Zayn murmurs against Liam's lips, ignoring the way Liam snorts into his mouth.