So Will the Plan Work? [A Ziam Fanfiction]

Chapter 28-You won and I lost

Hey, everybody! 

And yes, I'm still alive and an eternity has already passed but I'm finally updating. Too late to ask but on a scale of one to infinity, how much did you love the Midnight Memories music video? 

Ummm nothing much to talk to so yeah,here's chapie number 28...enjoy! This one was bit difficult to write but didn't take me hours to finish. I'm not sure about this one so tell if it's good enough?

-Jenny aka LoveandHeartbreaks

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[ZAYN'S P.O.V.]

In the morning, I can feel the uncomfortable pressure of the room being too light, itching under my eyelids and threatening to rouse me before I’m prepared. I immediately reached for the other pillow, the one I’ve been using to block out the excess light for so many years—and it doesn’t move. Frowning and opening one eye just the slightest bit, I realize why.

Liam is sound asleep on the pillow, of course, with one arm wrapped around it. He’s on his stomach, face turned toward me, and he has a tiny smile on his lips. I pull at the pillow once more out of mild frustration, not hard enough to dislodge it. But it’s apparently enough to wake Liam; I always forgets what a light sleeper he can be. Slowly, his eyes open—so close and so brown and so fuzzy with sleep. And suddenly, I’m momentarily clobbered over the head with how much I love this idiot.

  “Morning, babe” Liam says, hoarse with sleep.

  “Hi,” I whisper back. “What time’s it?”

  Squinting his eyes over his phone, Liam mumbled “8:40”.

 I shove my head into my pillow and groan out, “Way too early. Sleep.” I can hear Liam giggle and yeah. This is exactly what I want to wake up to every morning. I feel the soft press of lips on my head and sleep rides a gentle wave against my body.

The next time I woke up is around 10. Liam wasn’t there anymore, obviously. He never sleeps till this late. I could hear faint noises coming from downstairs as I rummaged the closet to throw on some clothes.

 My eyes land on one of Liam’s sweatshirt and I instantly grab it. The sweatshirt is miles too big for me, just like all of Liam’s other clothes, the neck stretched out and the cuffs frayed. I feel like I’m playing dress-up, sort of, but at the same time it feels warm, and cozy. I think I shouldn’t let myself enjoy it too much, shouldn’t get used to it just because it looks silly on me and Liam might even laugh at this, but I still smile at my reflection in the mirror all the same. The thought of telling everybody about Liam and I is making me smile like a dork too, but it cannot be helped. I wonder if he has already told everybody.

 But what I really hope is that Niall feels comfortable with all this, with me and Liam. I mean, they are still good mates and everything’s been going perfectly fine since their breakup but I don’t know what’ll happen now. I don’t want Niall to feel awkward about the situation. All I can do is hope for the best. Besides, Niall’s a good mate, he’ll be happy for us and I’m sure he’ll understand.

 Last night still feels surreal to me. Did Liam and I actually end up together? The thought never fails to leave me a little tingly on the inside. Finally I can call Liam mine. And, I’ve never been happier for Louis and Harry’s insanity. Seriously, what could be a better way to start this year? Nothing can go wrong now. Everything will be perfect because I’ve got Liam.