The Wedding Date ➸ Ziam

Lazy Days & Talking Bodies

"Bed, stay in bed
The feeling of your skin
locked in my head"

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《ZAYN》

My eyes flutter open, the morning sun beaming through the expensive curtains hanging on the giant bay window looking out into the early city.

I stretch my limbs, a long and loud yawn leaving my mouth. My right arm hits cold sheets and I look over not seeing Liam sleeping next to me. My brows furrow and I sit up quickly, the sheet dropping and pooling around my waist as I look around the empty room.

I get out the bed, hissing at the pain in my backside. I search for my boxers and pull the black material over my legs and low on my hips. I yawn again and hear metallic noises coming from somewhere so I walk out the room and begin to find my boyfriend. It feels so good to say that, I can't help the smile that breaks out my face.

I walk out into the long hallway and I have no idea where I'm going but I take a left. I see all these painting and photos hanging on the wall. One is of Liam in a suit standing next to another man that's older and is also in a suit. They have smiles on their faces but they look a bit forced. The next one is of Liam with two females next to him, one a woman and another that looks a bit older than Liam. Their smiles don't look forced and there's a cake in front of them with the number ten in it. I'm guessing its Liam's tenth birthday. I smile warmly at the photo. God, could Liam get any cuter?

Another noise echos throughout the condo and I whip my head to the left. I start to walk again and as I get closer, I start to hear the faint sound of music and singing. I smile, its Liam's voice. I creep towards the room I guess he's in and peep my head around the corner.

There I see Liam at the stove. He's in a pair of Calvin Klein boxers that hug his ass nicely. I lick my lips at his cute little behind then look up seeing the sight of his back muscles on full display, flexing as he sways his hips to Bad Blood and rapping Kendrick's part. A grin spreads on my lips and I creep up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Liam jumps and drops the spatula.

"Morning, daddy" I greet, kissing his shoulder blade.

Liam chuckles deeply, "Morning, princess" He replies, turning around.

I look down, seeing him wearing an apron. Kiss the Cook.

I smile and my heartbeat picks up. Wow, just like my fantasy. I always wanted this.

"Can you get anymore perfect?" I ask, looking up at him and pink breaks out on his cheeks.

"I'm not" He mumbles.

"You are to me."

Liam smiles and leans in, grabbing my chin with his fingers and pressing our lips together softly.

I smile against his lips and begin to kiss back, pushing my tongue through his lips. I can taste the faint flavor of coffee on his tongue and I moan, kissing him harder. I feel his hands grab my ass and he yanks me closer to him, our boxer-clad crotches rubbing against each other.

I groan, "Liam, the food!"

Liam pulls away reluctantly, dragging my bottom lip with his teeth before letting to. He turns back to the stove just in time to flip the pancake.

"What are you making?" I lick my swollen lips and lean against the counter, watching him.

"Strawberry pancakes, scrambled eggs and turkey bacon."

"Mmm sounds delicious but wait, I thought you couldn't cook."

Liam laughs, "This is the only thing I can make. When I have time, that is. I had a meeting today, in forty minutes actually but I cancelled it. Wanted to spend some time with you."