Ziam One shots that I enjoyed so I ended up putting them here. Also it's a pain to look for them later on.
These stories are mostly from Ao3 and some other sources. I hope you like them as much as I do.
Cover credit: @zipancakes -on Wattpad
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Summary: While a lot of people spent years and years pining for someone they didn't know, it was very easy for Liam to discover who his soulmate was. The most expected day to everybody he knew, came for him at a very young age. He was fifteen, and it was the first day of classes. He was distracted by his phone and bumped into his crush.
Unfortunately.
Its actually based on a tumblr post. http://right-next-to-u.tumblr.com/post/155446829857/
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While a lot of people spent years and years pining for someone they didn't know, it was very easy for Liam to discover who his soulmate was. Unfortunately. The most expected day to everybody he knew, came for him at a very young age. He was fifteen, and it was the first day of classes. He was distracted by his phone and bumped into his crush.
Zayn Malik.
He was so pretty that Liam felt his face get hot when he thought about him. His skin was dark gold, like soft caramel. His eyes were so beautifully shaped and were a shiny dark shade of brown, with eyelashes so long and thick that they looked like butterfly wings flapping over his eyes when he blinked. Liam spent so much time looking at Zayn that he noticed a little freckle on his left eye, like a beauty mark, and he became even more endeared by Zayn's charm. His nose was perfect. Simply perfect. It had the perfect size and the perfect shape, and Zayn wore a ring on it, making it more enticing, if that was possible. His cheekbones were high and sharp, like an Adonis. And his mouth. God. His mouth. His lips were naturally pouty, and looked so soft that Liam wanted to touch it. Not kiss ― okay, kiss too ― but touch it with his hands or even his own cheek. He wanted to know how it feels to have Zayn's lips over his skin. Michelangelo would fight for the opportunity to paint Zayn.
"Why don't you look where you're going, stupid?" Zayn's voice rang through the corridor, his brow furrowed in annoyance. His books were scattered on the floor along with Liam's phone, and Liam dropped to his knees to pick them up quickly.
"I'm so sorry," Liam said, with his face burning, when he gave them back to Zayn.
Zayn took them from his hands abruptly. "Fuck off," he said and sidestepped him, going to his locker. Zayn's friends snickered at Liam and went with him.
Liam blinked repeatedly, shocked by that reaction. A bump was annoying, okay, but he thought it wasn't that annoying to grant such rudeness. He sighed and went to his locker. That was his first interaction ever with Zayn. Memorable... He thought, sarcastically.
Liam had hoped ― scratch that, not hoped. He had dreamed that Zayn would be his soulmate. It was common to have crushes before meeting one's soulmate, and, even though Liam crushed hard on him, he suspected that Zayn wouldn't be his. He was too beautiful, popular and smart; he would never glance at Liam.
Liam was crushing for some good years now, and he thought that maybe he could someday have a chance. Not to be his soulmate, exactly, but to be his friend. Or even date a bit. One could dream, and Liam dreamed a lot.
