I've Got you Ziam --> kid fic

Part 10

A question that never fails to make both Zayn and Liam laugh is one that involves their superstar son. How does it feel knowing your little seven year old son has over three million followers on his Twitter?

With 2015 already nearly three months in and Sami having already turned two years of age, it’s truly starting to baffle both Zayn and Liam how quickly Sami’s growing.

It doesn’t require much before Zayn and Liam decide that the year 2015 is going to be Sami’s. Well, Sami’s and the art of writing music. Their last two albums had done exceedingly well, something even the two of them could ever dare to imagine. They’d made connections with many popular artists around the industry, from Usher to Justin Timberlake, to Britney Spears and Beyoncé, Jay-Z of course. Zayn could never forget Jay-Z or Liam would probably have his head. Everything was in short: perfect. They’d gotten so much positive support (and of course the negative came from it, but so what? It made Zayn and Liam want to work that much harder). Their twitter handles were exceeding fourteen million followers individually and really, what more could they ask for then the twenty-one awards they’d picked up all the way from Teen Choice Awards to American Music Awards to being recognized on the Billboard 100 for their main single coming in at number one for 23 consecutive weeks. How unreal was that? 

But with how Zayn and Liam were, there was always a goal in sight ahead. This time? A Grammy.

So they work like madmen in the studio, gathering the best of best producers in the industry. They’re writing songs from left to write from falling in love to falling out of it, to heartaches and breakups, to family and friendship. Still, their sound stays original and stays, in retrospect, as Zayn and Liam.

They still attend a good amount of award shows and boost up those twenty-one awards to thirty-two, no, thirty-three but other than that, they’re completely M.I.A.

So when the year is over in the blink of an eye and Sami’s turning three years old, the anticipation for their third album is creeping up on them steadily. But they’ll be ready for it, they’re sure.

It had started off as a joke. Liam wondering how many people were even aware that he had a son. Sure, Sami was always at his side and sure he talked about him enough in interviews for it to be evident. But there were still those people who refused or downright didn’t accept that Liam had had a kid, thinking the young toddler was a little brother to the twenty-five year old.

“You’re insane.” Zayn had laughed, leaning over to touch at the touch-screen of Liam’s laptop before changing the image. “Use that one. He’s got a proper cheeky look on his face. The girl’s love it.”

Liam turns to Zayn in that instant with raised eyebrows. “This is not an eHarmony portfolio we are making for our three year old son, Zayn. This is for his Twitter handle.”

Zayn waves him off, cropping up the image with his hand before pressing the necessary buttons to have the website register the image. Zayn doesn’t waste his time and immediately, he’s pulling out his phone to search for their sons Twitter to follow him.

Liam’s just thinking up a tweet to post followed with an attached photograph of Sami cuddling up a pony he’d gotten to ride at the fair a few weeks ago but as Zayn refreshes the profile on his phone, the followers increase rapidly.

“Fuck, he’s at nine hundred followers.” A pause, “Shit, twelve hundred.” Another pause, “Fifteen!”

“Zayn.” Liam laughed out, shaking his head and sending the tweet. “Relax, will you?”

“Baba! Papa!” Sami’s voice stops them and they turn in the couch to see their little toddler walking with Louis and Niall not far behind him.