I Know Places - Ziam AU

2. Danson Park, Welling, Greater London

Liam planned to take Zayn out on the next day, so when the morning came he whispered softly to wake him up. Zayn opened his eyes slowly and smiled when he saw Liam was smiling at him. He had not know still who's the man in front of him, like, what was he like in the past? Aside from what his mother told him, was he nice to him when they were both alone?. But he didn't really care because he felt safe around this Liam guy. So, he didn't hesitate to sleep in the same bed as him.

"Morning," his voice was still hoarse from the nine hours sleeping, but Liam's loving it, his husband's voice. He kissed his forehead, "morning, sweetheart." He got up from the bed and held both of Zayn's hands.

"Give me five more minutes," Zayn mumbled.

Liam chuckled and shook his head from side to side, somehow it made Zayn relaxed a bit to hear his husband's laugh and he loved it whenever Liam held his hands. But he hasn't got up yet, so Liam decided to just carry him anyway in a bridal style. He giggled and clinged onto Liam's t-shirt.

The older man put the younger one down once they were both in the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stripped himself down in front of his amnesia husband. Zayn had to look up so he didn't see Liam's lower parts. Liam tilted his head to the side, seeing the reaction from his beloved.

He walked approaching the poor man and cupped his face in his big hands. "It's okay," he said softly, "I'm your husband, you can see me, baby." Liam tried to reassure him. But Zayn only looked up at the taller man's eyes, he was confused or maybe afraid, Liam couldn't tell. He stroked his cheeks slowly, "want me to take off your clothes?"

Zayn gasped then blushed at his question, but he didn't say no. Liam smiled fondly at his shy husband. He was still the same like the last time Liam was with him, nothing changed. Only his memory.

Liam started to unbutton Zayn's pyjamas shirt slowly, he didn't want to make Zayn feel uncomfortable. But when Zayn gave no negative response, he continued to pull his pants down. Zayn took a step back and kept his hands in front of his private parts and hung his head low.

To Liam, it felt like when they did the very first shower together. Zayn was this shy, didn't want to show his body to him, even when it wasn't their first time having s ex. So Liam had to keep telling him it was okay to be fully naked in front of him, which what he was doing now to his husband.

"It's okay, baby. I've seen you, you've seen me." He reassured Zayn to just put his hands on his sides, not there in front of his crotch.

Zayn slowly obeyed then removed his hands from there, but leant his back against the wall, just like he was keeping a distance from Liam. But Liam didn't want this, he wanted Zayn to feel comfortable because they were about to have a shower together. So he walked up to the smaller man and placed his hands on the wall, on the each side of Zayn's head.

Their chests touched, he swore he could feel Zayn's heart was beating rapidly, even he let out a quiet whimper when Liam leant closer to his face. Liam kissed his left cheek to make him relaxed, down slowly to his neck. Zayn moaned at the feeling, but he placed his hands on Liam's chest. Liam held his hands and stopped his own self from going further, he did understand Zayn wasn't ready for this. He'd wait for him, he promised.

The shower then went in silence, but Liam missed him too much they have separated from each other for long, and with Zayn standing in front of him naked plus wet and his back facing him, it turned him on. He pressed Zayn gently to the wall but still, made him squeak in surprise. He growled on his ear when he sneaked his hard length in between Zayn's àss cheeks.

Zayn moaned at the feeling, he started to push himself back to him and grinded slowly, which surprised Liam in many ways. Liam sneaked his hand to grab a hold of Zayn's manhood, he started to pump it matching the movements of Zayn grinding back on him. Zayn's moan got louder when he reached his climax, and so Liam. They panted then cleaned their bodies together for the second time.

Both of them stepped out of the shower, then wrapped fluffy towels around their waists. Liam held his husband's smaller hand and led him out to their room. Liam helped Zayn to get dressed. Not that Zayn couldn't on his own, but Liam just wanted to.

"Where are we going? Why so early? I was about to continue my sleep." Zayn frowned.

Liam secretly thanked the God's above that Zayn wasn't mad at him and there was no awkwardness between them for what they have done in the bathroom. "Somewhere, and no no no. You can't continue your sleep, so come on come with me, kitty." Liam wrapped his arm around Zayn's tiny waist, then walked out of the house to their car.

Once they were in, Zayn turned on the radio and hummed softly to the song that was playing. Zayn didn't even know why he felt like he knew the song even though he had never heard it–

"It was your favorite song," Liam said. As if he could read Zayn's mind.

Zayn looked at him confusedly. "Medicine by The 1975 was your favorite song," Liam explained with a smile on his face. "We have ever been in their concert twice because you were a big fan of them. And I bet until now, you are still one of them."

It made his own self felt warm, somehow. He smiled at Liam before turned his head to look out of the car window and continued humming to the song. He wanted to ask many things to the man beside him, really really wanted to. Because he didn't even know his own self well. He forgot everything and anything in his past life, and it made him sick sometimes.

The driving went for an hour and twenty minutes, from Wavertree Court to Welling. Liam parked the car and got out of it, he opened the door for Zayn and walked with him along the park. They were finally arrived in Danson Park.

Danson Park was full of gorgeous landscaping and fountains. It was a perfect place to find a private picnic spot and spend the day. They had ever been here when they were in the high school. They were already together that time and were in a huge fight, they came here after the fight. And something else happened here.

"You caught me smoking with my friends and you slapped me across my face and walked away. I had to run after you and forced you to get into my car, and I drove us here." They sat under the tree by the lake, Zayn was listening to every word Liam spoke. "We walked in silence, once I tried to pull you closer to me but you pushed me back and told me to f uck off." Liam chuckled. He recalled those moments in his head, including that insane thing they did... But Liam decided to skip on telling Zayn that. "It was a very hectic day for us, we sat like this until we figured out things.. Mostly me. I finally apologized and promised to you to never smoke again."

"What about now? Are you still a smoker?"

Liam shook his head, "since that day, I never smoked again. I do what I've promised to you."

"So the point is, I hate a smoker?" Zayn asked, leant his head on Liam's shoulder that once he did, he furrowed his eyebrows secretly because it felt strange, yet comfortable. "Oh you could kill all the smokers in this world." Zayn laughed, Liam joined him.

"What happened next after you figured out and apologized to me?" Zayn asked curiously.

Liam bit his lip, then chuckled, "you don't wanna know." Zayn furrowed his eyebrows together, again. "Ah," Liam thought 'screw it'. He then leant to Zayn's ear and whispered huskily, "I f ucked you here, right where are we sitting right now, until you begged me to stop but I didn't." He smirked. "And it was our first time."

Zayn's eyes went wide hearing that, and he pushed Liam lightly. "You were a horrible man!".

Liam laughed then wrapped his arms around the tinier man next to him. He kissed his cheek again and again, Zayn giggled because it was tickling him. Liam stopped then laid down on the grass, he felt the wind was blowing on his face softly.

Zayn stared at the clear lake in front of them a few moments later, the view was beautiful. Everything in this place calmed his nerves. He felt good, he felt alive after a long time of being confused and lost in his own thoughts.