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Liam barely slept a wink.
Throughout the night, he was constantly hyper-aware of Zayn's arm around him, or the feel of Zayn's steady breath on his skin. He tried hard, he really did. From making up random scenarios in his head to counting sheep- Liam tried everything in order to fall asleep. But nothing worked.
So naturally, when Zayn's alarm rang in the morning, Liam was cranky as fuck.
Zayn pressed a soft kiss on Liam's forehead, before sitting up and stretching his arms. Liam opened his eyes, gazing at the other man who looked as if he'd be runway ready in just a minute. Whereas Liam was sure his sleep deprivation would be clearly visible on his face.
"Sleep well?" Zayn asked.
"Shut up" Liam grumbled. He grabbed a pillow, keeping it on his face to block off the sunlight peeking in through the blinds. Zayn chuckled at the grumpy man.
"Someone's clearly not a morning person" Zayn remarked.
"I'm barely a person right now, Zee" Liam sighed, his voice coming out a bit muffled because of the pillow.
"Some coffee should humanize you." Zayn said as he got off the bed. "How do you take your pancakes?"
Liam removed the pillow from his face, perking up as soon as he heard pancakes.
He looked at Zayn with big, excited eyes, making the other man smile softly.
"Do you have blueberries?" Liam asked.
"I should. Or I'll ask Cameron to get them" Zayn replied thoughtfully. Liam looked at him in confusion, so he clarified.
"Cameron. My driver."
"Oh!" Liam blinked. "Don't trouble him. Just loads of maple syrup and I'm a happy man."
"Glad to know you're not hard to please" Zayn smirked.
"Do you know what is hard, though?" Liam mirrored the sly look.
"What might that be?" Zayn rose a brow.
Liam shrugged innocently as he slowly started pulling the blanket down. First revealing his shirtless torso, and then his navy blue briefs. There was nothing left for imagination considering the prominent outline of his erection, barely contained by the single layer of clothing.
That wasn't all. The thing that aroused Zayn the most was the teasing smile on Liam's face. As if he knew the effect he had on Zayn. But he didn't. At least, not the full extent of it.
"You know what? Breakfast can wait." Zayn muttered before climbing back into the bed.
*****
By the time both of them were done, they were way past the need for just breakfast. Liam was ready to eat the entire pantry.
After a not-so-quick shower, the two finally went to the kitchen. Liam borrowed a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from Zayn, as he sat on the counter, watching the other man go through his cupboards. With every passing minute that they weren't having sex, Liam kept questioning himself about what he was doing there.
He didn't do nights. And he definitely didn't do mornings. Even though he wasn't able to sleep, and missed his bed... he didn't feel like leaving quite just yet.
