Ziall One-Shots

Daddy's Home (Unfinished)

Warning: This one-shot contains smut.

Zayn and Niall have been dating for two years now. The half-Pakistani lad was five years older than the Irish boy but still, their love was enough to make the people accept them. They didn't care about the dirty looks they were receiving whenever they went out together or the negative remarks thrown at them. All that mattered to the two lovestruck boys was the love that ranged between them.

Zayn was now twenty-three years of age and was serving the country by joining the army. Niall didn't like the idea at all but if that was what his lover wanted then he had nothing against it. Although the older lad would serve for long months from three to six months, the two of them stayed loyal to one another. Even if Niall was in UNI, no matter how many hormonal teenagers tried to get in his pants, he would distance himself from them and would say how he was already in love with someone else and that he had no plan on cheating on Zayn. As the blonde lad reached of legal age, they decided to move in together. Ever since the darker-haired of the two would leave, Niall would always hug his pillow, inhaling his other half's scent. Whenever he just really missed Zayn, he would wear one of his shirt and think that the older lad was hugging him. He enjoyed having Zayn's scent wrapped around him. It made him feel less lonely through the cold nights at times when Zayn was not there to keep him warm.

One day, Zayn decided to surprise Niall when he gets home. He didn't send Niall any letter that he would be going home after six months and Zayn couldn't get any more excited.

Niall was on his way home, this day became one of those days when he missed his Zaynie a lot. It was three in the afternoon and Niall sighed when it started to rain. He ran into their flat and unlocked the front door. "Zaynie! I'm home!" Niall would always say whenever he got home, hoping that Zayn would show up and embrace him with his warmth. But today, he was too sad to say it and once he got inside, he frowned when he saw a luggage. To be more exact, it was a very familiar one for Niall. It was the one that he and Zayn boight together when they went to the mall. It was a small gift from Niall because well, he really just wanted to buy it for him and after a little argument, Zayn gave in and let Niall pay for it. He stared at the luggage and shook his head rapidly, causing him to groan a bit from the dizziness that shot through his head. He sighed and assumed that he was only imagining things because he was certain that Zayn would always inform him in a letter of when he would go home. He threw his bag on the couch and took his shirt off. It was actually his habit. He liked being topless whenever he's home and alone.

Zayn was in the kitchen, waiting for Niall to arrive from UNI. He sat on the counter and looked around, scrunching up his nose as he realized how dirty the place was. He decided to clean the now-messy kitchen, thanks to Niall. The older lad was a bit of a clean freak. He liked keeping his surroundings clean or at least, presentable. And as much as to his dismay, his lover was the opposite. The blonde boy didn't bother to even keep the house clean so Zayn pretty much knew exactly how to kill time while he waited for him. He was currently inside the bathroom, the door left open, as he was taking a shower. He closed his eyes and relaxed under the water until he heard the front door of their house open. He smiled, knowing it was Niall from just hearing the steps on the stairs. He turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around his waist, walking out of the bathroom. There he saw Niall, being a lazy ass as ever. His face was buried on the pillow, with no shirt and his jeans resting on his ankles, too tired to even kick it off. He presumed the boy had not realized he was here yet based from his gloominess. He chuckled quietly and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Niall to sense his presence.

Niall whimpered slightly, missing Zayn so much. He shouted into the pillow and went still when he heard the all-too-familiar chuckle. If he was a dog, you would imagine his cute little doggy ears perking up from the sound of his master's voice and his tail starting to wag. He turned his face to the side where he knew the source of the sound was from and his eyes widened when he took in his boyfriend's God-like appearance, his jaw dropping. "Zaynie?!" He squealed and got up. Well, at least tried because he only ended up face-planting due to the lack of balance from his skinny jeans resting on his ankles.