I've Got you Ziam --> kid fic

Part 7

It’s early May and Zayn had successfully avoided Liam for three solid weeks after the accident. The break they had initially had was only extended after Amber's passing. When they’d return back to the studio to work on the second album? Until further notice.

Zayn happily took their extended break without hesitation as he slept in until midday, hair untamed and uncut in weeks just like the show he’d find himself watching on Animal Planet. There was something about watching animals and their aggression towards whoever pissed them off easily relating to Zayn.

Niall and Harry and even Louis had dropped in every other day, trading in when they’d drop off food for the lazy git who needs to get off of his arse and take a proper shower. So Louis had said.

But those three weeks were put to an end as the knocking on the door that had been consistent for the past two minutes hadn’t faded.

“Are you fucking serious, guys?” Zayn called out as he pulled himself from his bed, his long hair being brushed out of his eyes with his long fingers before he’s rubbing off the lazy sleep from his eyes with the back of his hands. “You lot literally came here three fucking hours ago—“ But the moment the door is opened, the air gets caught in his throat.

“Hiii.” Liam lets out, small hand around a smaller chubby one as he waves it at Zayn, eyes intent on Sami before turning to look over at Zayn with a smile. And Zayn looks anything but confused and it’s then that Liam quickly responds, “Sami wanted to see you.”

Zayn’s eyes had been intent on the little infant the moment the door had opened, his hazily brown eyes staring intently at Zayn as if wondering who this man was.

Sami wasn’t supposed to recognize him. He wasn’t supposed to reach his chubby little hands out to Zayn with a cooing grin on his face.

Sami wasn’t supposed to break his heart, too.

“Do you want to hold him?” Liam asks. And it’s then that Zayn’s eyes finally look up to catch sight of Liam.

He looks good, better than the last time Zayn had seen him and Zayn can’t understand why after everything that’s happened to him in the short amount of time? What the fuck had Liam done to get over someone in just weeks while Zayn had been caught up with Liam for years now?

Sami coos once again, this time with bubbles forming in his mouth with his own spit before lets out a frustrated screech with chubby flailing arms. “He’s not gonna stop until you accept him into your arms, I hope you know.”

Zayn tucks in his lips, opening the door wider for the two to enter his flat and it’s something he instantly regrets because there are empty boxes of take-out scattered across his living room table and while Zayn knows Niall and Louis have tried to make the room not look like a proper dump, it’s evident that Zayn hasn’t lifted much of a finger around here.

Liam seems to not notice, or at least he ignores it because Sami still wants Zayn to pay attention to him and it’s evident that this little boy is maybe just as stubborn as Liam had been with his dream of being an artist.

Clearing his throat, Zayn reaches for the infant, fingers brushing against Liam as they swap the child between the two and Zayn’s not going to make anything of it. That familiarity in Liam’s touch is not one Zayn’s going to dwell in any longer.  Zayn immediately places a hand at underneath Sami’s thighs to properly keep him upright while the other rests against his back.

Liam reaches for the baby carrier he’d set down in the hallway and hauls it in, setting it near the main door while Sami’s chubby hands immediately reach out for Zayn’s long strands of hair, fisting at the hair and tangling with it before Sami’s tugging back hard.