jaan//ziam

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Liam just goes with it, tangles his fingers in Zayn's hair and lets Zayn cup his cheeks and kiss his lips cherry red.

The air is tense and heavy with tension of all sorts and they're getting so carried away.

Liam though—Liam feels different. They've done this before, but.

He's never felt like this – like blushing and giggling and snaking his arms around Zayn's neck and pulling Zayn in closer until they're flush against each other.

(Like he wants to show Zayn how much he loves him but— he just can't)

He thinks that this is probably the first time they're doing something without the final intention of sex.

He feels like a schoolgirl who's just been asked out—surreal, he thinks.

His insides are tingling and he feels high on something other than lust. He wants to smile and show off this beautiful man on his arm.

(“Ishq [love], what a beautiful thing!” someone had once said)

They're breathing heavily when they pull back and Liam is feeling better blessed and loved and so so happy.

Zayn pulls him round the side of the table and kisses him again, slipping his tongue past Liam's lips.

He moves his hand to the small of Liam's back, but within seconds he's cupping and squeezing his ass—

And Liam frowns into the kiss, hurt because, really?
Is Zayn just trying to fuck him? After all this? Is he for real?

He breaks the kiss and tries to pull away but Zayn just kisses down his neck, squeezing Liam in his grip.

'Zayn!' Liam yelps when Zayn bites his skin. He needs to stop this but it feels so good—

Zayn (the fucking unbelievable twat) mutters, 'Oh, you like that baby, don't ya?'

And that gets Liam out of his trance. He jerks away, disgusted with the man standing in front of him.

Zayn looks so unaffected as he tugs his hair through his fingers, smirking at Liam like nothing's wrong.

Liam feels angry tears coming on and he wants to punch him in his smug fucking face–

'Now you know' Zayn hums, and Liam looks up sharply.

'Now I know what?'

Zayn snorts and grabs his cigarette pack off the table, leaves Liam waiting for an answer as he lights one up and slips it between his lips.

His voice is muffled by the ciggy moving around in his mouth, but his words are clear and sharp and make Liam feel really sick

'How it feels to be wanted just for a quickie. Bye Liam — I'll break the engagement, save you the trouble and all'

And then Zayn's leaving, just like that; so blank and uncaring and dead.

And the worst thing is — when Liam finally wants him.

Liam's fingers go to his tummy and he squeezes the flesh tightly between his fingernails and a horrible thought crosses his mind—

What if he aborted?

But then he shakes his head and blinks back fresh tears.

He'd never, ever do that — fuck Zayn, fuck Harry, fuck everyone.

It's just him and his baby now.

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३ months later

Harry waltzes into the room with a bright smile on his face.

'Wake up sunshine!' he sings as he pulls back the curtains.
With a frown, he realises Liam is still sleeping.

'JAANEMAN' he sings loudly and smirks when Liam stirs.

'Harry, shut the fuck up. You can't call me that' Liam grumbles and turns to face the other side.

Harry giggles and walks over to Liam's bed, perching down on the edge.

'It's breakfast time for baby' he croons, placing a hand on Liam's just–there baby bump.

'Which baby?' Liam mutters sleepily and carefully turns over to face Harry.

'Leeyummmm'

Cracking a grin, Liam swats at Harry, 'Shut up and help me up'

Obediently, Harry grabs Liam's hand and slowly manoeuvres him to sit up in bed. 

'Thanks bitch' Liam groans, before looking down at his tummy with a fond smile.

After Zayn leaving him, and Harry opting out of a relationship  (“I can't imagine us as anything more than friends, sorry–I'm so so sorry Liam”)—his jaaneman; his baby is all he has left.

'Hi bacchha [child–an endearment]' Liam murmurs softly, imagining what his little baby would've replied.

(and at times like this, he can't help but wish Zayn was still with him)

'Liam' Harry softly pipes up, hating to interrupt their little moment 'Eat something yea? You've got a letter waiting for you?'

Liam looks up with wide eyes — could it possibly be his parents? His eyes well up at the thought of it.

Both of them “disowned” Liam after he got pregnant out of wedlock.

They haven't talked to him since two–and–a–half months; when Liam first informed them.

He misses them so fucking much.

'Do you— Harry, could it be my...?' Liam whispers hopefully, his voice cracking in the middle of his sentence.

Harry bites his lip thoughtfully and reaches out to stroke Liam's hair off his forehead.

'I don't know babe' he mumbles, trying to be very careful with his words, knowing anything could set off the water works at this point in the pregnancy, 'We'll see soon, yea?'

Liam nods slowly and Harry smiles at him, 'Now eat your breakfast lad—you're eating for two there so eat well'

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Quick ass late night update — thoughts? Predictions? What do you think of the time–lapse? I hope it's okay with y'all 😊❤