ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Love You More

Author: taecheeks

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4420271

Summary:

anon: i ache for liam attempting to pull off these exceedingly elaborate proposals, and each time its thwarted and zayn doesn't get it

[Or the four times Liam tries to propose and the one time Zayn beats him to it.]

One -

Liam is nervous.

No, that is the understatement of the century. There are drops of sweat tickling down the back of his neck and soaking into the thick collar of his button up. He is pretty sure there are going to be wet spots on his pants where he keeps wiping his palms, and his bottom lip is probably going to fall off from the way he keeps digging his teeth into it. A nervous habit he learned from Zayn, he swears –

The table shakes from the jiggle of his knee, making their wine glasses and silverware rattle and Zayn keeps watching him from the other side of it. Liam needs to calm down, he knows, because Zayn is hyper aware of him at all times. Always making sure he is okay, the moment his lips form anything other than a bright smile, the moment his even flicker to the ground to watch his feet.

Liam has planned this whole night around one question, but he feels just like blurting it out now instead of waiting for their server to come with the ring on a platter. Forget the video he made, and the speech he pulled at least three all-nighters to work on. He just wants to get rid of the nerves that are wrapping around his throat and making his stomach turn like he is going to be sick.

It is a nice restaurant, one Yaser had mentioned that Zayn took him and his wife to a few years ago and really enjoyed. The round tables are covered in pristine white tablecloths that turn into lace around the ends, and there are three tall candles around a little bundle of roses between them that Liam was worried might be too much but Zayn's cheeks had grown red when he first saw them. Liam's wore his best shirt, a silky black one that he wore to an award show once and Zayn had commented on how good he looked in it –

Zayn looks good in anything, he thinks, but especially dressed up. He wears a simple white button up that clings to his chest, with a thin black tie wrapped around his neck that he keeps fidgeting with as he glances at him.

"Liam," Zayn says after a long moment of staring, making Liam pull his eyes away from where they keep glancing at the entrance of the restaurant's kitchen. There is a look of concern on his face and he reaches across the table to slide his fingers against the back of Liam's hand. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Liam manages, pushing down on his knee with his other hand to get it to stop jiggling so much. It just feels as if his whole body is on the edge of exploding from the nerves building up inside of him.

Zayn doesn't buy it and Liam should have known better because Zayn always knows when he is lying. His brows scrunch together and his lips poke out as he slips those fingers underneath his hand to intertwine with Liam's.

"Bullshit babe," Zayn says softly. There is a slight quirk to his lips like he is aware of how his smile comforts Liam. "You look more nervous than that time you took me to McDonalds."

"It was our first date," Liam says defensively, but there is a smile on his face that he can't help. Zayn likes to tease him about it sometimes, about how nervous he had been, stumbling over his order of a double cheeseburger. Liam hadn't intended it to be a date, but it took him three days to ask Zayn to go with him and before they parted ways Zayn had asked him if it was, told him that he wanted it to be.

"I know, best day of my life. Other than the first time we were at McDonalds. You know, when we met."

Zayn murmurs his words with a cocky grin but his cheeks stain pink like they are in sync with the burn across his own. Every day with Zayn feels like the best day of his life and he just wants to spend the rest of it with him.