Prove Me Wrong (Ziall side Larry)

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Several months into their relationship, the couple had their routine down to a t.  

They’d meet almost every afternoon at Niall’s workplace and then go to the apartment he shares with Louis and Harry to do some homework and a lot of cuddling and kissing. Then, they’d watch some crap telly while they wait for Harry’s latest culinary masterpiece or, when he’s not in the mood to cook, they all order whatever they’re in the mood for while they watch whatever movie Louis wants to watch (and nobody dares argue with Louis because he’s Louis). Some nights, Liam and Dani would join them, and Niall likes those nights because Dani gets to pick the movie and she picks the good ones. 

At around ten in the evening, Zayn would excuse himself to leave and Niall would walk him to the door and they will make out for a good fifteen minutes. Then, Zayn would reluctantly let his boyfriend go because it’s getting really late then and he doesn’t want to be the reason said boyfriend wouldn’t get enough sleep.

Today, however, Zayn wants to not follow the routine. Not that he’s sick of it because he isn’t. He loves it. He’d love it even if routine meant watching crap telly and doing homework he didn’t really want to do if it means he gets to spend time with Niall. As long as it’s got Niall in it, routine’s more than fine.

But it didn’t mean he can’t want to do other things, right? Or deviate a little. Which is why he found himself asking his boyfriend, as they leave the vicinity of the Book Lovers’ Capital, “Babe, how ‘bout we go to my place this time? Just for a change,” to which Niall just smiled and nodded his assent.

An hour later, Niall was in Zayn’s living room, sitting cross-legged on Zayn’s lone couch, crouched over his homework and holding a pen in his hand while nibbling its cap. Zayn sat beside him and he meant to finish some of his work too but he got distracted because, well, he can’t help it if his boyfriend’s just that cute.

“Zayn, stop staring.”

“…”

“Zayn.”

“Move in with me.”

“What?” Niall put down his book and papers on the coffee table and turned to stare at his boyfriend.

“Move in—“

“I heard it the first time. I mean, why so sudden?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for weeks now, actually.”

“Is that why you asked me to come here today?”

“I wasn’t planning on asking you today, no. I just wanted to show you the place. Wanted you to be comfortable, familiar.”

“Then why’d you ask me anyway?”

“I couldn’t help it. I mean, I’ve imagined you sitting here a dozen times and then I see it for real and you just look like…you belong. Here. With me. And I want to be around you all the time. Also, it kind of hurts when I have to leave your place at night when I badly want to stay. I’d like to wake up each morning to the sight of you. I’m too addicted to you, Niall. I can’t think straight when I’m not with you. I—“

“Okay.”

“—mean I understand if you don’t—what?”

“I said okay. I mean, I think it’s about time I let Harry and Louis have their own place, you know? And I like the idea of waking up next to you every day.”

Zayn looked adoringly at Niall. “I love you.”

“You do?”

“Do you?”

“Do I what? Love you?”

“Well?”

“I do.  I love you so much.”

That night, when they told Harry and Louis that Niall is moving out of the house and moving in with Zayn, Louis sighed dramatically and said, “Our little Nialler’s all grown up and moving out.” He then turned to look at Zayn, “Malik, you hurt him and I’m cutting off your eyelashes. And your balls.”

“I’m cutting them off myself if I hurt him, Louis,” Zayn answered.

“Just take care of each other, yeah? And, we should still all hang out at least once a week,” Harry said.

“We will, Haz.” Niall said as he moved in to hug his best friends. “Thank you for putting up with me all this time.”

“It’s what best friends do, Nialler.”

Niall went to his room to gather the things he’s need for uni tomorrow and some clothes as Zayn waited for him.

Later that night, as they lie on the bed that used to be just Zayn’s but is now theirs, Zayn asked, “how do you feel, love?”

Niall smiled at him and said, “I’ve never been better.”

End.