( Hey guys! Sorry I haven’t updated on her in ages. I’ve been busy with my other book. And if you don’t mind could you check it out? You don’t have to but I would appreciate it. Anyways here is a Ziam oneshot for you guys. Tell me what you think of it and if you want a oneshot message me or post a comment below with a pairing and plot. Anyways love you all, Ettsie xx )
Liam was sitting by the lovely dinner he had spent hours and hours preparing. It was Zayn and his fifth anniversary and he wanted to make it perfect. Liam checked the time; it was nearly 1 o'clock in the morning. Zayn was supposed to get home from work 5 hours ago. Tears streamed down Liam’s face as he put the food in the fridge and washed the dishes. He blew out all the candles and headed upstairs. Checking his phone to see if Zayn had bothered to call or text, he sighed nothing. Liam peeled off the suit he was wearing and climbed into bed. Zayn forgot.
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Zayn yawned a bit as he came home. What a night. He partied most of the time, even flirted with a couple, and earned a kiss here and there. Liam shouldn't know, though, but he didn't plan to let him know. But honestly, it wasn't my fault. Who could resist the charm of a Zayn Malik? As Zayn finally came home, a little bit drunk, he slurred up to their bedroom. Liam was already in be? He grinned as he dropped himself on the bed, still in clothes, not bothering to pull them off.
Liam rolled over away from Zayn when he felt the bed dip. He pulled the covers over his head and squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to let the tears escape. Zayn grinned at Liam, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Everything alright?", Zayn asked with a sheepish voice. "You seem upset!"
"Where have you been?" Liam whispered, tears on the edge of dripping down his face.
"Party a bit." Zayn replied nonchalantly, lifting an eyebrow. "It's Friday. I love partying on Friday. You know that!" He shrugged, confused my Liam.
Liam’s bottom lip trembled and he hid his face even more. "Do you know what today it?" He asked, getting more upset with every answer he received.
Zayn frowned a bit, thinking, but then shook his head. "Nope” He said, making the ‘p’ pop as he said it. “Your mum's birthday or something? Sorry I forgot" He said, leaning over to Liam and kissing his cheek with a smile.
The younger lad pushed him away and stood up off the bed. "No it’s our fucking anniversary" Liam yelled, tears now streaming down my cheeks
"Ooooh." The raven haired boy said, before laughing a bit. "Silly me! I shouldn't forget. Sorry, Li," He said, before patting the bed. "But come back, alright? We could do something to praise our anniversary… It's the fourth, right?"
"Fifth! It’s our fifth anniversary! Five years. Does that not mean anything to you" Liam fired back. Did Zayn not even care about him?
Zayn quickly nodded. "Fifth. Wanted to say that." He grinned before nodding to the bed. "But come back now. What about anniversary sex? Sounds like a plan, eh?" He winked, wiggling his eyebrow. Liam shook his head and grabbed a bag, throwing some of his clothes and items into it "Liiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam," The older boy said while slowly standing up from bed, feeling dizzy. "C'mon. Don't be a pussy. Everything's alright! It's just a couple hours.. and, uh, tomorrow we'll buy something for you."
"No!" Liam snapped at Zayn as he picked up his bag and walked out of the room.
Zayn followed him, nearly falling sometimes. "Hey, Li. C'mooon." He laid an arm around Liam, pulling him close to his chest. "I'm sorry. Alright? Sorry," he mumbled while nibbling Liam’s earlobe.
The Wolverhampton boy squirmed in his grip "Let go of me"
"Liam." Zayn smiled while he rubbed Liam’s chest, bumping my crotch a bit against his ass. "Don't be angry. I'm always so sorry when you're so angry with me."
