sweater swap ➳ ziam au

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"So," Harry smirked, leaning over the counter, "How was your date with that handsome chunk of a man?"

"I had a date with his fucking son, you daft idiot." Zany groaned, wiping the counter.

"But still; there must be a reason you slapped Liam but he still managed to give you a kiss." Harry rolled his eyes, hanging his apron on the hook.

"First of all; I was asleep and I was awoken thinking it was my mom- and to be honest, I still don't know why I would still slap him because my mom would cut my hand off if I did that to her," Zayn rambled, scrubbing vigorously at the already spotless counter, "And second of all; it was a kiss on the cheek. It's like being friendzoned, Haz."

"That or it could mean he's into you." Harry suggested, wiggling his eyebrows, "I mean, why wouldn't he be? Look at you, man, it's like perfection at its finest. And besides, you're twink like too- and Liam might just use that to be called daddy by someone other than Niall."

Zayn growled low in his throat, throwing the dirty rag on Harry's face before going into the back room to change and close the café for the night.

"Hey! Yo, watch the face. I got a date with Tomlinson tonight." Harry sighed dreamily, prying the rag off his face before hanging it over the sink.

"Yeah, you've talking about it since the morning, kindly shut your trap now." Zayn mumbled, throwing on his sweat shirt and disposing off his café shirt into his locker.

"Hurt me right in my fragile heart, mate." Harry pouted, patting his chest, "Better wear something warm though, it's chilly outside."

Zayn rolled his eyes but picked out his favorite sweater from the bench, slipping it over his head.

"Damn, Zayn," Harry gasped, looking at him with wide eyes, "Did you get leaner or something?"

"Wha-" Zayn cut himself off, looking down to see his sweater that fitted him perfectly, hanging loosely around his frame and reaching his knees, "What the fuck? My sweater grew two sizes too big!"

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"Daddy," Niall whined, stomping into the kitchen with a pout, "I wan' ice cweam!"

Liam sighed as he put the last dish into the dishwasher before shutting it and starting it up. "Okay, buddy." Liam smiled, ruffling his hair and stalking over to the fridge.

He opened the door of the freezer, letting out a mock shiver as the cold hair hit him, which caused Niall to giggle. His eyes scanned over the frozen foods but to no avail could he find any ice cream.

"Baby, it seems that we've run out," Liam sighed, shutting the door, "I'll get some tomorrow, yeah?"

"No!" Niall whined, "I wan' now!"

"Niall, behave or else it's time out for you." Liam scolded, a frown marring his face.

"Daddy," Niall sniffled, his bottom lip trembling as tears gathered in his wide eyes, "I- I wan' ice cweam!" And with that, Niall burst out into his infamous tantrum.

"Okay, okay," Liam hushed, scooping him up in his arms and bouncing him but his whimpers and cried wouldn't stop, "Fine! Okay, go put your crocs on, we'll go out for ice cream!"

It was a miracle how Niall's mood from 0-10 as the baby started giggling and jumped out of his father's grip to go and put his shoes on.

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"Ready, Ni?" Liam asked as he put a thick jacket on his son, the little baby giggling and nodding.

"Okay then, let's go." Liam smiled, pulling his sweater over his head.

"Daddy!" Niall exclaimed, pointing up at him with wide eyes, "Daddy sweater small!"

Liam frowned as he tried to tug his sweater down but it remained clinging onto the portion a bit below his belly button, when it used to be snug and reached at least till his waist.

"What-" Liam pouted, focusing his attention on his sweater, "What the actual fu- what."

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So dramatic over some sweaters tho

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