stronger ↣ ziam

十

Liam smiled at the memory, turning around in the shower as he lazily started to wash his hair. He took his time, having nothing in particular to rush him. Both Niall and Zayn had reminded him several times about when he had to be at the match, though he knew they'd be along to take him there anyway so it was a bit useless to tell him the same information over and over.

He slipped on a pair of old shorts after toweling off, shuffling into the kitchen to fix himself breakfast afterwards. Halfway through making an omelette, the front door to the flat opened and Liam heard Zayn's voice call out his name.

"In the kitchen," he answered. Zayn rounded the corner a moment later and smiled at him.

"Sleep well?" he asked as he stepped forward and laid a kiss on Liam's cheek.

Liam nodded. "Would've preferred waking up with you next to me."

"Sorry, love." Zayn sighed. "Niall was having a bit of a fit so I had to go straighten him out."

"Everything all right?" Liam asked as he plated his breakfast, noting that Zayn was eyeing it hungrily. Liam wanted to ask what Niall's fit was about, but he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know.

"Yeah, it's all been settled." He couldn't help snatching Liam's fork and grabbing a bite of the omelette before Liam could protest. "God, that's incredible."

"I can make you one," Liam offered with a tight smile. "Or you can have that one and I'll make another for myself."

"No, no, this one's yours. I just wanted a bite." Zayn smiled and Liam rolled his eyes, taking his fork back and starting to eat.

Zayn wrapped his arms around Liam's middle, pressing his chest to Liam's back as he breathed in deeply. Liam chuckled lightly as Zayn rubbed his nose along his neck.

"You smell good."

"Thanks." Liam turned his head and kissed Zayn, pulling back a moment later and sighing deeply. "You taste like cigarettes."

"Sorry," Zayn mumbled. "You know I get nervous before your matches, and-"

"Smoking calms you down," Liam finished with a soft smile, all previous thoughts of Harry suddenly having disappeared. "I know."

Liam finished his breakfast with Zayn pressed close against him, and afterwards they moved into the living room and laid on the couch together. Liam first, with Zayn draped over him with his head tucked under Liam's chin.

They didn't speak, but Liam felt so relaxed just holding Zayn that he preferred the silence. Zayn drew invisible lines on Liam's chest with his finger lightly, slightly tickling him but Liam didn't really mind. Eventually he felt himself nodding off, sleeping soundly underneath Zayn.

Liam woke up when Zayn's Ji started to ring, and he groaned softly as he nudged Zayn to wake him up. He looked at Liam, his eyes bleary from sleep before he pulled his phone out of his pocket and silenced the ringer.

"Niall," he mumbled. He sighed heavily as he laid his head back down on Liam's chest. "Don't wanna answer."

"You know he'll keep calling until you do," Liam muttered before kissing the top of Zayn's head.

"Yeah, the bugger." Zayn groaned, pushing himself up and away from Liam before dialing Niall's number. He cursed harshly when Niall's loud voice carried through the speaker, causing Liam to laugh.

"Niall, for the love of God, quit yelling."

Liam glanced at the clock on the opposite side of the room as Zayn spoke to Niall, and he noticed that quite a few hours had passed since they'd last been awake. He figured Niall must've called to find out what they'd been doing all day, and vaguely wondered if this was not the first call he'd made.

"Yeah, yeah," Zayn mumbled into the phone. "Be down in a bit."

"Time already?" Liam asked.

"Afraid so, love. Go get your stuff, Niall's waiting for us."

Liam reluctantly got off the couch and went into their bedroom, quickly changing his clothes and picked his bag with his mitts and other assorted items before rejoining Zayn in the hall. Zayn linked their fingers together as he opened the door, pulling Liam towards the elevator.

After a stern talking-to from Niall, though it really made no impact on either Zayn or Liam, the ride was rather silent. Liam put his headphones in, taking Zayn's hand again as he closed his eyes and listened to his pre-fight playlist.

He expected press when they got to the hall, and they didn't disappoint. Niall and Zayn led him through, not letting him stop to answer questions he didn't really want to answer anyway. He focused on the music in his ears, letting it calm him as they walked inside.

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this was so freaking cute, anyways I hope you have a great day today!!
I made a new friend yesterday, and I hope we keep talking and because best friends ! :-)

                 — Brianna [ the author ]