Snow Boy [Zarry]

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Back in L.A., Louis and Liam weren't too bothered by Harry and Zayn's absence.

Of course they missed their friends, but that didn't stop them from living their everyday lives.

Work during the day, play during the night.

Neither of them could've dreamt up any better way to live.

They had all they wanted in each other.

However, both of them were being nagged by the urge to say those three words.

Liam had never said them before to anyone, and Louis was always one to say them too soon so he certainly didn't plan on saying them first this time.

The very last thing he wanted was to mess this up.

Honestly both Liam and Louis were very stubborn, but one casual night in changed that.

They'd consumed around four beers together, and Liam's not so sober thinking convinced him it was a good idea to put an ice cube down the back of Louis' shirt while he stood in the kitchen looking through their collection of menus.

"How about Indian? I'm in the mood for some spice." Louis suggested, his eyes trailing over the options.

Liam smirked, slipping the ice cube between his shirt and skin, dropping it and watching Louis start to dance around the kitchen like an idiot.

Louis managed to shake the ice cube out, glaring at Liam. "I'm barely tipsy, not plowed. Don't do that again." Louis warned, his smile not so threatening.

"You're covered in goosebumps now." Liam observed with a grin, stepping close and bringing his hands up Louis' sides.

"Let me warm you up." He whispered.

"Not with that breath." Louis chuckled.

He turned around and faced Liam, smiling when they made eye contact.

"You smell like you ate a liquor store and a taco." Louis informed him.

"You smell like expired butter but I still find you sexy." Liam said, kissing him briefly.

"Shut up." Louis laughed, pushing him away only to pull him back and welcome his next kiss.

Liam pushed him back against the counter, kissing him a few more times before he surprised Louis with a firm hug.

"I'm not drunk, okay? Do you believe me? Two beers isn't shit." Liam said.

"I know. I was hoping to drink more but I suppose it would be more responsible for us to order dinner." Louis said.

Liam leant back, looking in his eyes. "Guess so. But, I want to tell you something first."

"I don't care how you think I smell." Louis smiled, pushing on his chest again.

But Liam gently held his wrists, pulling their bodies closer and keeping eye contact.

"I love you." He said, feeling relieved after he said it.

Sure, he needed two beers to help him, but at least he did it.

Louis blushed worse than ever before, staring at him.

"Your line." Liam smiled.

Louis slowly came to a smile, getting shy now. "You do?"

"Louis of course I do. I never thought anyone could mean as much to me as you do. I don't want you going anywhere, all I want is for you to know I love you and I'd do anything for you. In my eyes, you're perfection." Liam told him.