I want to be loved by you - Ziam

At The Club

Liam POV

I walked through the doors into Zayn’s hospital room. I had left him alone with the other boys while getting breakfast in the small canteen; Niall was right, the food there is disgusting. Zayn was supposed to be leaving today; we hadn’t been told exactly when but he was fit and healthy enough that he didn’t need to be here any longer.

As soon as I walked into the room, I didn’t have time to react before a certain raven haired boy pounced on me. Zayn wrapped his arms around my neck, legs around my waist, and clung on tightly as he attacked my lips with his.

I was taken back, not expecting that kind of energy, but soon responded, holding his legs to make sure he didn’t fall and moved my lips against his. He reacted, nudging his tongue past my lips, into my mouth. Our tongues rubbed against the other in a passionate kind of dance until Zayn decided he wanted the dominance in this kiss, shoving his tongue further in my mouth. I tilted my head to get a better angle as I battled for dominance against him our teeth clanging together occasionally.

Whistles and catcalls from the other boys brought me to the realisation that we weren’t alone; and probably weren’t to start with. I paused but Zayn immediately grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my face impossibly closer to his. I ignore the others and just got lost in the moment, enjoying each and every second of this. I never wanted to forget how his lips felt on mine.

I pulled away a minute or two later, when I began to run out of breath. Resting my forehead against Zayn’s, I could feel his warm breath hitting my lips in short pants as mine did the same to him. I pecked his lips once for good measure before releasing him to the floor.

We turned to the boys, who would most likely have something to say about what just happened. Louis and Harry were sitting down talking to each other, after probably feeling awkward with watching us. Niall however, was sitting next to them; a giddy grin plastered on his face although didn’t say a word.

I turned back to look at Zayn, who I only just realised was wearing his own clothes that we had brought for him to change into and no longer had any wires in his arms. I smiled, “You coming home them?” I asked him.

“Yep” he said popping the ‘p’. He smiled wide showing his beautiful white teeth before pecking my lips and walking away to get his stuff. The others eventually stood up and before we left the nurse gave Zayn some files and medication that he was instructed to take twice a day. We said our ‘goodbye’s and ‘thank you’s and left the hospital room swiftly, trying to avoid getting mobbed by any fans.

We soon arrived home, well Zayn’s apartment actually, but I am in the process of moving all my stuff in so I can move out of my apartment and sell it. Once we had settled ourselves in his living room, one of the first things he asked was ‘can we go to a club tonight?’

“What?” I asked; he couldn’t be serious could he?

“I just think it would be good to go out tonight. I need to relax and unwind it’s been rather stressful times lately,” He explained. I understood what he was on about; it had been exhausting those past days. There always seemed to be something to worry about, and although I wouldn’t change a moment of our relationship, it would be good just to let everything go.

“A-Are you sure Zayn? I mean, you did just get out of the hospital.” I could think of many more reasons for us not to go, Zayn had only just recovered and getting him drunk probably wouldn’t be the best thing. Plus, I couldn’t help but think about what happened last time we went to a club and got drunk… I didn’t want that to happen again.

“It’ll be fine Liam,” he assured me. “The doctors didn’t say anything about drinking or over-exerting myself, so there’s no problem with it.” That was true, but it didn’t mean there would be no mishaps.