One-Shots ⇒ z.m.

[Ziam] - wish I could be (part of your world)

Summary: Zayn Malik is a servant at the palace of the Wolverhampton kingdom, and Liam Payne is the said kingdom's crowned prince. The servant is in love with the prince, but because of the obvious gap, he knows that he can't be with him.

Word count: 3,599

A/N: THIS IS A REPOST BECAUSE I THINK WATTPAD HAS DELETED THIS FROM THE COLLECTION. This one has already been posted in AO3 as well, under my username carbsoncarms. :)

Thank you for appreciating my works in this collection, and here's a treat for you! This is my 5th collaboration with Tommogirl98, and honestly I've been shit on it but as usual, she's the best and she still pulled it off in the end! So thank you, Niki for that. We're doing another one at the moment and I hope it will be posted in a few hours, so stay tuned for that! All for now, I hope you enjoy this Ziam royal AU! All the love! :* -Miles

Title taken from 'The Little Mermaid's "Part of Your World". :)

Warnings: Again, a fatal amount of fluff, angst, and smut. And an overwhelming dash of pure Ziam-ness and oh, mentions of Sophiam.

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Why does he have to be a prince? Why does Zayn have to a dumb servant?

Zayn studied the Prince like a book, from his brown hair to his chocolate eyes and tan skin. His muscular body that was hidden under his tight black shirt, and his bum that, again, was hidden by those tight formal dress pants.

"Zayn? Is something wrong?" The Prince asked as he noticed Zayn staring at him from the corner of his eye.

"Huh? Oh um, no sir. Sorry sir." Zayn rambled.

Liam smiles at him and turned back to the book in his hand. "Very well then... could you go get me some tea if you would." Liam asked his young servant.

"Of course sir." As Zayn was leaving the queen entered the large library.

"Liam a prince does not slouch in his seat with his feet up." His mother scolded him.

Liam rolled his eyes, taking his feet off the table and sitting up stait. "Yes mum..." He mumbled.

Zayn came back with his tea and put it on the table in front of him. "And you have fencing practice in an hour so you must be ready." She continued. "You have a meeting at three, and you best not be late for supper again or your father will speak to you."

Liam rolled his eyes and sighed as his mother listed off the things he had to do. A prince needs to do this, a prince needs to do that. A prince doesn't do this, a prince doesn't do that. Blah, blah, blah he's heard a million times before.

Zayn simply stood next to Liam's chair he sat in and listened in of their conversation. "And you have a study session next week with your professor." The queen finished.

"Yes mum." Liam said. The queen left and Liam sighed. "Zayn, never become a prince. It's hell sometimes. You have riches and glamor, but a whole bunch of responsibility that I never asked for." Liam told him, grabbing his tea for a sip.

Zayn stays silent, simply nodding at Liam's advice. The thing is, it doesn't matter. He wants Liam so much that he doesn't care if his work doubled or do things that he never even wanted. He wants Liam, and all the gruesome things that come with him.