jaan//ziam

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The Emir flies out to Jammu with Liam later that week. It's meant to be an official trip regarding royal matters, but Tricia and Karen both agree they should go together as a "pre-honeymoon"

'Take contraception beta!' Tricia chides (Zayn wants to hide) and Karen gasps beside her.

'Oh Liam by the way, I forgot to tell you but I took out those lace panties from your bag! You can't take those!That's how I ended up pregnant with you!'
The Raani and Karen turn to each other and giggle while Liam looks like he wants to bury himself underground.

'MUM!'

After a lot of fuss from both families, the Emir and Liam finally end up at the royal hangar.

A private plane awaits them, decked in blue and gold; the prime colours of the royal emblem. Imtiaz and a friendlier servant (who the Emir doesn't know the name of) are standing by the doors, squinting at the couple through the blinding sunlight.

'Um, there is no way I am getting on that thing' Liam hums, crossing his arms stubbornly.
The Emir thinks he looks beautiful like this, stubbornly sweating under the scorching Sun like this rather than boarding the air-conditioned plane.

'Well then, how did you think we were going? On a bullock cart?' Imtiaz mutters, rolling his eyes at the boy.

Liam tenses beside him, and turns to the rude advisor with a glare, 'How about you go away on a bullock cart?'

Zayn feels bad for laughing.

Imtiaz rolls his eyes and sighs, before going into the flight.

'Jaaneman' the Emir hums, taking Liam's hand in his own. Liam's expression softens. He squeezes Zayn's fingers tightly and turns to the Prince with pleading eyes.

(Liam is really starting to warm up to this, the Emir realises happily)

'What if it malfunctions? What if we don't land properly? We could die' Liam breathes out, wide-eyed and innocent.

He's so adorable, hai Allah.

'Shh, jaan you're so emotional nowadays' Zayn muses. He presses a soft kiss to Liam's forehead and leans down so their noses are touching.

'Kuch nahi hoga, jaan'

Liam huffs and pulls away, rolling his eyes, 'You're not fucking controlling God's will, Emir Saahib. You know the story of Titanic'
And with that he shrugs and boards the plane.

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Liam's wrapping himself in as many blankets as he many procure and the Emir's stifling his laughter.

'Leeyum' he admonishes, extending a hand for the brunet to grab.

Liam glances at him and rolls his eyes before returning to draping another blanket over himself.

Zayn smiles fondly, 'Jaaneman, if you're feeling cold, I can adjust the air conditioning'

Liam snorts and rolls his eyes at the Emir as if it's obvious why he's mummifying himself in this 45° heat.
'I am protecting myself' he sniffs haughtily as he leans forward to tuck a blanket behind himself.

Zayn bites his lip, tries not to smile. 'Why?'

'In case this plane crashes' Liam replies seriously, pausing to aggressively pull a knot, 'at least someone will survive to receive your inheritance'

The Emir snorts and Liam smacks his arm.

Liam huffs through 50 million blankets and leans back against the seats, tightly clutching the arm rests.

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Once the plane is in the air safe and sound, Liam sheds off his many layers and lazes back against the seats, taking up the champagne flute the Emir had ordered for him a while ago.

'Hey' Liam grins, taking a sip of his champagne.

The Emir hums, not really paying attention. According to The Times, there is a small group of people, revolting against royalty over Hindustan, that is gradually getting more popular.

What if-

His thoughts are interrupted by the click of Liam's seatbelt.
Zayn raises his eyebrows as Liam gets up from his seat and occupies the empty space beside the Emir.

'Hi?' the Emir mutters questioningly and Liam smiles.

'Hi - listen!' and Liam leans close to him, his warm breath fanning over the Emir's ear.

Zayn shudders.

Liam bites his lip and ponders biting Zayn's lobe for a second.
You're with Harry!
He brushes away any weird thoughts before smiling cheekily.
'Can I ask you something?'

Zayn gulps and nods.

'Have you ever-' he starts, before giggling loudly.

The Emir doesn't understand what could possibly be so amusing.
'Sorry sorry' Liam grins and opens his mouth again, before bursting into another fit of giggles.

'Well' Zayn starts, smiling amused, 'Spit it out like paan'
Liam nods with fake seriousness, 'Have you ever been a part of the Mile High Club?'
'What?!' Zayn yells, only to attract attention from a wary Imtiaz sitting near the end of the isle.

He clears his throat and waves assuringly at the man before turning to Liam with wide eyes.

'What the actual fuck?!' he whisper-yells and Liam mutters something that sounds like "so royalty can swear"

'I am an Emir' Zayn sniffs, bringing the newspaper back up to read, 'I do not indulge in such...activities'
Liam snorts and covers his mouth immediately, before leaning in even more.

At this rate he's going to end up in the Emir's lap soon-

'Hey - that's okay!' Liam whispers, placing a hand on Zayn's thigh (which might not be the most appropriate thing to do right now), 'I would never have joined it either if it wasn't for Harry'

Ugh Harry - and here Zayn thought they were moving on!

'Do you want to join it officially now?' Liam adds, drumming his fingers along Zayn's thigh.

Zayn chokes on thin air and Liam snorts, leaning back into his seat.

'God, I was joking! Chill!'

He grins and licks his lips slowly, a movement which Zayn carefully follows.
'This ass' Liam hums, lifting his bum off the seat slightly to indicate it, 'belongs to Harry Styles'

When Zayn looks mildly offended, he smiles and shifts his hand to Zayn's arm.

'Hey - if I wasn't already with Harry' Liam pauses and grins, 'I'd definitely, 100% go for you's

And Zayn doesn't know what to make of that.

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Will be adding translations soon! Sorry it's late and I'm knackered xx