Disney Movies
Zayn: All you wanted to do was watch Tangled with him. He didn’t see the big deal in an animated movie, but you were insistent. And if it made you happy, well, Zayn would be more than happy to sit and watch it. So he settled down into the couch, his arm slung around your shoulders. He didn’t say much through the movie, but he did laugh quite a bit. He had to admit it was better than he anticipated. You were in heaven though. Tangled had by far been one of your favorite movies because of the music and Flynn was spunky- as was Rapunzel. You were giggling and smiling, and Zayn found your attitude infectious. “I like the horse babe,” he said, as Maximus shoved Flynn on the bridge. “You would,” you grinned. your favorite scene was coming up and you were already turning doe-eyed over the song they sang together. He loved this idea. Why hadn’t you ever done this together before? The child like excitement on your features was enough to make Zayn adore you more than he already did, but it was when you started singing under your breath did Zayn know he would watch a Disney movie a day to see you smile like that. He nuzzled his lips against your neck, trying to stop his own smile from grinning. “You’re the cutest, babe,” he said as you fell back as the song ended. Love songs always did something to you. He laced his fingers through yours, his dark brows drawing together. “So I was thinking,” he said slowly, his chocolate eyes coming up to meet yours, “I hope that if we ever have kids our baby girl wants to paint the walls like Rapunzel with her daddy. I want to share my art room with her.” You blinked, your skin heating and eyes growing damp. “Really?” You whispered. Zayn didn’t often talk about the future, but when he did it left you breathless. “Yeah, she’s gunna be my princess, she can do whatever she wants,” he said with the cutest, sweetest smile you had ever seen. He already knew his little girl would rule his life. He held you close, his eyes off in this distance as he saw a dark eyed child that was murmuring, “daddy paints the walls like ‘punzel, can I do it too?” And Zayn realized he never wanted something so badly in his life.
Liam: “But babe,” he whined, his fingers tickling your sides. “Hercules doesn’t have anything on me,” he flexed, showing you his more than impressive bicep. You squeezed it and blushed, giving him the reaction he wanted. “Yeah, but he’s a god, Li.” You reminded him as he sighed, sinking back into bed as his eyes flicked to the screen. It was absolutely miserable out and you had been telling Liam all week all you wanted to do was watch a Disney movie. He couldn’t think of a better night filled with you, a bed, movies and some cuddles. Neither of you had moved in hours and he was more than content. “Whatever. I could still take him,” he said petulantly, pulling you back to his chest. “Okay so if you’re Hercules, who am I?” He and Meg had just stepped into the garden, your favorite song coming up. “Meg, isn’t that obvious?” He said with a smile in his voice. “You’re spunky just like her.” You had to take it as a compliment, Meg was one of your favorite princesses. But you and Meg had one more thing in common: you didn’t tell the men you had that you loved them. Liam had given you the words last week and you had frozen, your tongue tied. It’s not that you didn’t love him, you did, you just couldn’t say it. He had kissed you silly and told you to relax, you would tell him when it’s time. Meg started singing “I won’t say I’m in love,” and Liam stiffened underneath you. You had always loved this song, until now. “So I’m like meg, huh?” You asked as the song died down. “Yeah,” he said on a sigh. “You’ve got one thing wrong though babe,” you tilted your chin up to his and his fingers cupped your cheek. “Unlike Meg I can say I’m in love.” Liam went very still beneath you, his eyes widening as you smiled. “What are you saying?” He asked. You leaned up on your arm and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I’m saying I’m in love. I’m in love with you.” He didn’t speak for a long moment, the smile on his face slow but utterly happy. On a whoop, he tackled you to the bed pressing happy kisses to your face.
