"I have loved you since we were eighteen, Ni," the dark haired male whispered beside the Irish man, who was sleeping peacefully, soft snores leaving his mouth.
Zayn kissed Niall's temple softly, his lips lingering more than necessary, and pulled the blonde impossibly closer to his chest as he started to stir in his sleep.
"Zayn?" he asked sleepily, his Irish accent deep and thick, and nuzzled his head on the crook of the elder's neck, finding it comfortable, his hot breath tickling Zayn.
"I'm here, beb. Go back to sleep," Zayn whispered yet again, rubbed Niall's waist soothingly and felt the latter's breath even and steady.
"I love you so much, Niall, good night."
