Zourry Oneshots

Intergalactic: Fashion and The Great Unknown

The lights from behind the mirror shone on Zayn’s face as he fixed the bow tie.. He couldn’t seem to get it right, he never had been able to. But he never had to do his own bowties, Harry always seemed to do it for him and get them perfect the first time around.  Fidgeting with it only seemed to mess it up and frustrate him more, so he dropped his hands to grip the sides of the counter in front of him, and let out a frustrated groan as he dropped his head. 

After a moment or two, he slowly lifted his head and stared at his reflection. He looked like shit, better than he had since the divorce, but he could still see the dark bags under his eyes covered by concealer and his slightly ashen face from all those nights stayed up just holding Louis in his arms. His eyes seemed to now permanently have that post-cry look, his hands shook if he got lost in his thoughts for too long and his hair had grown out to look like it did when he dyed it green after the twins were born. He smiled a bit at the memory. The birth of the twins brought lots of attention, more attention than the band normally got. It was understandable, it wasn’t every day a member of one of the most famous bands in history gave birth to twins. To deter the attention away from the twins, the boys all dyed their hair different colours, only Zayn never got the message that it was temporary hair dye. It worked, and soon enough after pictures of all the boys’ ‘hair aesthetics’ were trending on Twitter. It was a good memory, one from before everything went to shit.

“You okay babe?” the familiar accent of his husband brings him out of his thought. He looks up, seeing Louis standing in his own outfit, bowtie perfectly tied and jacket on. Louis looked stunning in his opinion, he always did but Zayn hadn’t seen him dressed up in what felt like years. His hair was styled in his usual way, his stubble had been shaved much to Zayn’s disappointment but those tired eyes still haunted him. Concealer couldn’t hide how tired Louis looked, and Zayn for a moment also wonders if he looks like that as well. 

“Yeah, just this fucking bowtie. Never could get it right, Haz always -” Zayn stops himself, looking to the side, then back but not quite meeting Louis eyes. He licks his lips before continuing, not before letting out a forced laugh that sounded more like a gurgle, “HE always helped me”. Louis eyes met his, both of them slightly watery. It was strange, even after all these months, the mention of their ex-husband brought tears to their eyes. 

“I can do it for ya, honey, here let me” Louis stepped closer so they were chest to chest and their foreheads touched. He quickly got to work at tying the bow and was done in seconds. Neither of them moved away, Zayn’s arms wrapping around Louis as they seemed to share breaths. Louis lifted his head, meeting Zayn’s lips in a quick peck and melting away all his frustrations. “Don’t, don’t be nervous babe. All we have to do is put on smiles for the camera, take some photos, and stay for a couple of hours. Let’s sit on the other side of the table, ok. We’ll have Liam and Niall, Gigi, Kendall and the rest of the girls, the twins will be there and we won’t even look at them, yeah?”

Zayn nodded, biting his lip and closing his eyes. He took a deep shuddering breath before opening his eyes, golden brown meeting ocean blue. Zayn loved Louis' eyes.

“ Yeah, yeah. I know babes. It’s just, you know, we’re going to have to be there with him. It’s different seeing him from afar when he picks the twins up every two weeks, we don’t even see him because of his blacked-out windows! What if he brings his, his you know, new whore? Or what if he tries to take the twins home with him? ‘That would just cause a fucking scene and more hate on Twitter and -” Louis cuts Zayn off mid panic by pressing their lips together. He stays there for a second till he feels his husband relax, before pulling away and patting his cheek. 

“Nothings going to happen, babes, don’t stress your pretty head over it. Now come see your kids. They look adorable, Lou and the team really outdid themselves. Quickly, the cars going to be here soon and you know what Liam and Niall will say if we’re late again. They were convinced that we were late last time because we were too busy licking whipped fucking cream off of eachother! Bloody dirty boys they are!” Louis laughed, only a hint of hurt flashing over his face at the mention of Harry. He turned to leave, purposefully swinging his hips a little. Zayn must agree with Louis, Lou really did outdo herself. Louis arse looks perfect in those trousers. A playful scream can be heard from downstairs followed by soft giggles, meaning Louis must of scared Khai and Freddie. A smile spreads on Zayn’s face, past worries are forgotten as he double-checks himself, grabs his suit jacket and heads downstairs to his family.