I've Got you Ziam --> kid fic

Part 8

A simple question they’re long over receiving now was the one that always had both Zayn and Liam cringing at the thought. The We know you two decided to take a break as a group because of personal issues but.. Zayn, do you think another break will occur if, say, you decide to start up your own family as well in the future?

Liam always used to tense at Zayn’s side, dull fingers digging into his thighs before Zayn would shrug the question off with a smile. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” He’d used to say but Liam’s face looked anything but happy with the answer given.

But it’s been nearly a decade since this question even really mattered because things are a hell of a lot different now.

They’re different now.

That bridge has been crossed.

-o-

It’s nearing five am on a late October night/morning and Zayn and Liam have been at work, writing and producing a single track the entire fucking night. It’s not difficult for them to believe that this song they’d been perfecting could be the single that has them returning to the industry with a bang.

Sami’s being taken care of by Zayn’s mum, who had long since grown particularly fond of the little year old infant so they’re in no rush or hurry to get home.

Their producer, Julian, calls off the night as the finishing piece is set to the track and that’s it. That’s the song.

Zayn and Liam are still buzzing off of that incredible studio session so it comes as no surprise when Liam’s offering to celebrate with a Batman film and some popcorn back at his place. Totally what twenty-one year old musicians were known for doing, of course.

They’ve fallen back into being comfortable with one another, there’s popcorn being tossed back and forth and they’re not even watching the damn movie at this point. The sun is just barely beginning to rise within the horizon but it’s as if they aren’t aware of the concept of time.

The movie’s long finished and Zayn’s body is splayed over Liam, blanketing his body as he takes shallow breaths in his sleepy haze. He’s not sleeping. He’s vowed against it to Liam that he’s pulling an all-nighter given it’s already nearing seven am.

Liam’s just playing with the short strands of Zayn’s hair now, the “miss your hair” comment being one Zayn had heard one too many times. It’s okay, though. It’s alright. There are days Zayn misses it, too. But. Hair was just such a fucking hassle to deal with and Zayn was far too lazy to do anything to it, especially given their relaxed hiatus.

“Least you don’t miss me anymore, eh?” Zayn mumbles into his shirt with a smile.

“True.” Liam responds with no laugh following and maybe that’s what has Zayn lifting his head to meet with Liam’s eyes.

“Something wrong?”

Liam shakes his head before speaking. “Just thinking.”

“Bout what?”

“About all the months I let myself go without you.”

“Liam…”

“And all the months after that you’ve spent with Sami and I.” Liam continues effortlessly, biting at the inside of his cheek. “I love you, you know?”

Zayn’s world stops at a standstill for a second time in his lifetime.

“Don’t—don’t freak out, please.” But Zayn’s already pulling himself up and off of Liam. “Zayn, just. You know I have.”