The Secret door (Ziam Royal AU)

CHAPTER 24

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Zayn's POV;

We lay there in deep silence for a while. Liam is right beside me, but mentally we were at different places. In my case, I'm still overwhelmed at how good it felt.

And how I actually confessed my love to him.

I sneak a glance at him warily and find him staring at the ceiling. But with a smile, a content one. A giddy one.

"Did I hurt you?" I break the silence and I wince at how raw and hoarse my voice sounds.

"No" he meets my eyes, his voice nothing different than mine. "You didn't"

"Good" I look away.

"Zayn" he reaches over to grab my chin and make me meet his eyes. "I'm fine. I'm-can't you see I'm practically glowing with happiness?'

I crack a smile. "Did you like it?"

"I loved it" he confesses and his cheeks turn pink. "Did you?"

"I have no words" I tell him. "Even amidst all that, I couldn't stop thinking about the images you conjured in my head."

Liam frowns. "Huh?"

"You know. Fire and water"

Liam looks amused. "Well, I'm not alone then"

I chuckle. "You are not"

He giggles. And I love it. Liam turning all giggly post-orgasm.

"You planned this" I accuse teasingly.

"Just today" he tells me "Gathered it when we were leaving"

He'd said he'll be back in few minutes. He walked away to get something from the woods and wouldn't tell me what it was. Now I realise it's whatever the gel he brought.

"My uncle always teased me I'd use it in future" he tells me. "And it's horrifying how well I remembered every detail of where I can find it"

I smirk "Naughty Liam"

He giggles again and stares at me, his smile turning soft. "You said you love me"

I look away. See this was what I was fearing. It feels too vulnerable to voice it out when he's not ready. And I don't know when he'll be ready. What if it was too late?

"I....." I sigh "I did"

There's a pause. "You meant it, right?"

I close my eyes. "You know I did, Liam. You know it"

"Then why do I have a feeling you regret saying it?"

"You weren't ready" I shrug one shoulder. "I rushed"

"I'll tell you when I'm ready" I hear him say "That doesn't mean you don't have to tell me. I feel so honoured, happy to hear it from you. Please don't regret it"

I look at him, and there are traces of last night left on him. His hair is messed up on his head, his eyes glassy and his lips bright pink. His skin is still flushed from last night and there are creases left by pillow.

Beautiful doesn't even cover him.

"But you know I....I feel it too right?" He asks me softly, hesitantly "Whatever you are feeling, you are not alone. I feel it too"

I grin, remembering uttering the same words to him when I first confessed my feelings for him. It feels like a decade has passed since then, but it's been just few months. Very long months.