ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Seasons Have Changed and so Have We

Author: jesswritesthings

Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/4471712/chapters/10163204#main

Summary:

He doesn't think of Liam when he fucks into the guy he can't remember the name of in the back of his Range Rover or the time he spreads Michael one of his employee's on his and Liam's bed and eats him out before sending him on his way with a small kiss on his lips. He doesn't but he cries in the morning after in one of Liam's shirts as he watches their wedding videos and thinks over where everything went wrong and why he couldn't still be in love with this guy that gives him and supports him through everything.

or

Where Zayn doesn't love Liam like he use too.

Chapter Text:

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This is it. He makes up his mind as he's lying silently in his bed with his husband's head on his chest. This is the first time in weeks since they slept in the same bed, and even then, Zayn still feels cold and lonely; no matter how hard or close he pulls Liam's sleeping body towards his, it doesn't feel the same.

It isn't supposed to be this way. He doesn't want to be thinking about divorce or ever leaving Liam in anyway, especially if a whole fourteen year relationship is going down the drain. But he can't handle the fights and arguments, or leaving in the middle of the night to go crash at a friend-s house. Zayn can't even remember the last time he actually got to hold Liam and kiss him; or anything rather intimate. He doesn't remember what Liam's mouth tastes like or the sounds it makes when Zayn goes down on him. And it's so fucking frustrating.

He thought the forever they had wouldn't have an end. That Liam and his relationship will go down in history, but their forever isn't that long. He doesn't know if he's in love with Liam as it is, in this very moment as he is rubbing his palms over his hipbone, like he always does when they're lying down.

"Why do you always do that?" Liam asked, twisting his body over so he was no longer the small spoon and started to cuddle up to his boyfriend. He craned his neck up, sporting a light pink blush. "I like when you rub my hips, always when we're lying down."

Zayn hummed peaking one eye open to look down on Liam. He shrugged, stopping the soothing circular motion on his boyfriend's hip. He hadn't noticed that it was a ritual, if Liam hadn't mentioned it he didn't think he would have ever noticed. He trailed his fingers lightly up his spine, dancing over each vertebra before cupping the base of his neck; he pulled at the short hairs then guided his face up to plant a chaste kiss on his mouth.

"I guess it's familiar. It's safe, I don't know," he murmured, shutting his eyes again. Zayn felt Liam press kisses to jugular, light, warm and oh-so familiar.

Wrapping an arm securely around Liam's waist and dragging him into his body more, tangled their limbs together as he had no choice but to rest his chin on top of the younger boy's head.

Taking in a deep inhale then cuddling up close (as if that was possible, they were basically merging together into one), Liam exhaled, "I like it, it could be our thing."

Zayn chuckled, making seventeen year old Liam blush. "Sleep, babe. School tomorrow, we can't be late again or ya mum will never let you sleep over again." He told him palming his hipbone then started to rub over it slowly.

When Zayn wakes up the next morning of only four hours of sleep, he untangles his arm from underneath Liam's heavy, sleeping body. He rolls over cautiously then slowly plants his feet to the cool ground before making his way to the bathroom outside of their bedroom. He shuts and locks the door then stares at his tired appearance in the mirror, there is bags forming under is eyes and his hair looks greasy and matted, he barely recognizes himself.