I want to be loved by you - Ziam

I want you

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Zayn POV 

I was happy. The guys supported us; our families supported us and the fans supported us. Well, at least I think they did; it’s kinda hard to tell through a computer screen but we didn’t see too many hate messages. Obviously there were a few, but we knew there would be and had talked about it before saying that those few didn’t matter, we didn’t want them to bring us down.

Liam and I had kicked the other boys out of the apartment after the twitcam had ended and we began to relax. Actually, we didn’t do anything of the sort; they were probably just uncomfortable with the fact that I was pretty much sitting on top of Liam we were that close, plus it was beginning to get late anyway.

We were sitting on the sofa, cuddling into each other, watching Friends reruns as we always used to. I was so caught up in the program and I though Liam was too, until I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were locked on my face and he seemed to be in some kind of daydream. A small smile was present on his face and his eyes lit up in amusement.

As soon as Liam noticed I was watching him, his cheeks blushed a lovely shade of pink and the corners of his lips were brought up into a wider smile as a small chuckle escaped them.

“What?” I asked, wondering what he was up to.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, a dreamy tone to his voice.

“You’re too cute.”

“No I’m not,” He protested.

“Of course you are,” I retaliated, liking this cute argument.

“But girls are cute; I don’t want to be a girl,”

“Well you are cute, you’re like a little puppy,” I said smiling and he just huffed.

I turned around slightly to brush my lips over his. Liam moved his lips forward, tempting mine. I continued to kiss him, slowly moving my lips against his. “I love you,” I whispered against his lips which were still connected to mine.

We pulled away shortly and I buried my head in his neck, nuzzling my nose into his skin whilst breathing in deeply, inhaling his scent. “Are you sniffing me?” Liam asked, seemingly amused.

I blushed slightly and smiled against his skin, which was enough of an answer for Liam, who I could almost sense was smirking to himself.

“Fine, but only ‘cause you love me,” he said cheekily, I just kissed his neck in response. “C’mon, it’s getting late,” Liam said, trying to get up from underneath me.

I moved off him, but kept a grip on his arm. “Carry me,” I pleaded, fake pouting, reaching out for him. He leaned down putting his back to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me up, holding my legs so I didn’t fall.

He gave me a piggy-back to our room but as he approached the bed, he flung me down so my back hit the soft duvet. Liam leaned down over me and crawled up, his legs either side of my body, until we were face to face and my lips got attacked by his.

I kissed back with equal passion and love, before he ran his tongue along my lips asking for entrance, which a gladly gave. Our tongues roamed the other’s mouth and our make-out session became a lot more heated as our mouths messily moved against each others.

I gripped Liam’s hips, as he hovered above me, and brought them down to meet mine as I thrusted upwards. I moaned into his mouth and I think he did the same, although all I could feel was the much needed friction against my crotch.