Through The Dark - Ziam/Niam

Chapter Four

Zayn's POV:

'Liam...? Liam, I can't sleep' I whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. He didn't make any move. 'Liam, Liam'

A small smirk curved up his lips. 'You sound like a little boy' he grumbled. Holy shit his morning voice was so sexy. Ohh god. 

'I am a little boy' I said. Liam didn't open his eyes, but heck did his lips look so, so inviting. 

'Go back to sleep, naughty bugger' he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. 

'But I can't sleep Daddy, tuck me into bed' I said. I wonder if he realised I was flirting with him...? 

'I'm comfy here though' he moaned. I chuckled at him. 'Well, you're gonna have to move either way' I said, getting off my knees, and lying next to Liam on the narrow sofa. He groaned loudly, and tried to shove me off. 

'Gerrroff, m'sleepin' he moaned. I laughed, and snuggled up to him. 'Zayn I'm serious, get off' 

I stopped trying to get comfy, and shifted off the bed, and landed back onto the floor. He was already asleep. I sighed, stood up again, then I hesitated.

And then, I leaned down, and kissed his head softly. 

Liam's POV:

'Get up, Liam, get up, my phone's under the sofa, and we neeeed to go!' I heard. I groaned, and turned round in my uncomfortable position on Zayn's sticky leather couch. Zayn's angry, morning face was inches from mine when I had turned, so I backed away a little.

'Come on Payne, get out the flat, you don't know how to lock it, aaaand I've got a chat on Real Radio that started ten minutes ago' Zayn protested. (A/N NO JIMMY PROTESTED!) I sat up, rubbing my bleary eyes, and placed my toes to the cold ground. 

'Right, right right right, okay... I'm up' I said. Zayn hesitated, just before he had been making a leave. 

'Liam, did you remember any of last night?' he asked slowly. I blinked, and shook my head.

'Nope. That beer really gave me a kick.' I replied simply. Zayn sighed. 

'Right, well bye Payne, I'm late already' he said awkwardly, as he exited swiftly through the door, for his appointment with Real Radio. I frowned.

I hoped like hell nothing weird had happened last night. I then jumped, as Zayn's phone buzzed from underneath my butt. He had left it here... I shrugged, and unlocked it, and read the Twitter message he had received:

OMGGG! Sorry, gotta stop fan-girling, but I mean seriously?! I was never really a fan of Niam... I want Liam all to myself <3 he's gorg, but so are you Zayn. Hey, can you tell Liam I'll be out in London today? Maybe... we could meet or somethin? Love you guys x @We_Have_nandos_for_Niall

I paused. Nothing wrong with a little curiosity... And, this girl likes me. Me, Zayn, and judging by her twitter name, Niall. I smiled cheekily, and replied:

Hey thanks :) Yeah, both Liam and Niall really like each other, don't know how to feel about it, but the relationship's still young I suppose. And yeah, sure, but I don't have a day off today, but Liam could meet up with you! Maybe attttt... Nando's? In half an hour? Love you too x

Half an hour later in Nando's

I stood up, blushing slightly, when a young, pretty, and note to self: blonde, and her smiled was just gorgeous. She walked toward the booth I was sitting in with style, placing each of her high heeled shoes neatly in front of each other, whilst she swung her hips from side to side. 

I took her hand politely. 'Hey, I'm Liam, nice to meet you' I grinned.

'Sinead, great to meet you Liam' she giggled, sitting down with me

. 'Em, just before I just go crazy, and fan girl and everything, I just wanna say I feel so privelaged to meet you. It's incredible. I honestly have the biggest crush on you' she said.

I laughed, and took her hand. 'That's lovely of you. May I say how great you look'

She blushed, and held my hand back firmly. I noted her hands were also soft. 'Thank you Liam'

Me and Sinead ended talking as if we had known each other for years. We had talked about everything and nothing, and by the time we had finished our third course, I still felt as if I had only told her a fraction of my life story. But then, I realised it was flippin three o'clock, I felt myself grow to fret.

'I'm sorry Sinead, but Niall will be wondering where I am-'

'I totally forgot' she said, her voice suddenly quiet with modest disappointment. 'Niam Horaye. Right, well, I best be going'

'Hey, Sinead dont. I wanna introduce you to the lads. Come on. Please?' I pleaded. Her face lit up amazingly, and she grinned at me.

'Of course, Liam!' she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

 'Awesome. Let's go, its only ten minutes away. I mean Niall couldn't live any further away from Nando's. He'd have a nervous breakdown' I said truthfully.

Sinead laughed, her epic, musical laugh. I couldn't help smile back at her. 'My god that's hilarious! I love Niall-but by now, you're my husband!'

I smirked. 'And you, are you are my brill wife' I added. Sinead let herself in my car, blushing like hell, while I ran up hte engine, driving out the parking lot of Nando's.

'We will spend our honeymoon in France, and walk down the Sienne every night' she giggled.

'And we'll spend every night eating spag bol on the balcony of our hotel, under the moonlight' I said. She laughed, as if I had said the most original thing in the world.

'Spag bol's Italian Liam' she chuckled. It was my turn to blush.

'Here we are' I said happily, driving into the drive way of my flat. Sinead squealed with excitement. Like a gentlemen, I stoppd the car, got out, and opened the door for her, taking her hand, as she elegantly stepped out, with a flourish, in her sweet blue, knee mid-thigh length dress. 

I unlocked the door to my flat, and went inside. I looked around a little for Niall. Hmm. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. Strange.

'Well, Niall seems to be out, but hey, I have you' I smiled. Sinead smiled weakly. 

'And I have you' she whispered. She took a few steps toward me, clipping her heels against the cold, hard floor. The way her hair rested on my shoulder when she kissed me didn't make me want to turn away. The way her breath soaked over my skin didn't want me to turn away. The way her fingers got lost in my hair didn't make me want to turn away, the way she kissed as if she meant it didn't make me want to turn away. 

So I kissed her back until it hurt.