Ziam one shots

Happily

Ao3
By: katelusive
Summary: Zayn and Liam celebrate their wedding day, and their wedding night.

"You've done it up all wrong," says Harry with a little giggle, gesturing at Zayn's tie from behind him in the mirror. "Look Lou, he's done it backwards. He's nervous."  

"It's hard in the mirror.  Well okay, just tie it for me then," says Zayn, rolling his eyes as Harry bats his hands away and begins to loop his tie properly.

Beyond them, Louis paces dramatically with a notecard in his hand.  "To be, or not to be," he says, outstretching an arm theatrically, "that was not the question that Liam Payne asked Zayn Malik on that fateful night last year. My name is Louis Tomlinson, and I'll be your guide through this emotional rollercoaster of a tale –"

"Emotional rollercoaster?" Harry laughs, fingers slipping at Zayn's collar.

"We'll laugh, we'll cry, AH-BOOHOOHOO –"

"Um," says Zayn, eyeing Louis warily in the mirror as Harry laughs helplessly against his shoulder, "I know you're just messing around, but – you're just messing around, right?"

Louis is appalled.  "Absolutely not!  You made the right choice asking me to speak.  It's my moment, Zayn. They'll be talking about it for years."

Harry giggles, patting Zayn on the chest. "There you go. Proper gentleman. Don't worry about Louis," he adds in a whisper. "I'll keep him in line."

Louis fixes them both with a grave look, one hand over his heart.  "What is love? Come with me now on a journey through time and space as we explore the love story between two bright young pop stars. Sometimes charming, sometimes incredibly horrible, but always pure and true.  Our tale begins – twelfth January, 1993. Zayn Malik was a winter baby –"

"You've only got five minutes to talk," Zayn protests. Niall pops his head in.

"Practicin' our speeches in here, lads?" He looks at Zayn and raises his eyebrows with a quick thumbs up.  "Lookin' sharp, Zayn."

Harry kisses Zayn on the cheek. "You look amazing."

"You're just in time," says Louis, pointing at Niall, "I was thinking you lot could act out my speech, like performance art."

"Ooh," says Harry, head snapping up in interest. "Can I be in it? I want to be Zayn."

"Of course.  Positions, please.  Act one. The meeting of Zayn and Liam on X-Factor. Liam Payne was a sporty spoilsport, and Zayn "Bad Boy" Malik was too cool for dancing."

Harry strikes a dramatic, somewhat suggestive pose that Zayn's pretty sure he's never done in his entire life.

"Yes, that's good, looks just like him," says Louis. "They were both enormous nerds. It was love at first sight and it – it was very obnoxious, truth be told."

Niall's laughing, leaning up against the doorframe in his tux.

"Obnoxious, yeah," he repeats, hands in his pockets. "Do I get to be Liam?"

"Yeah, just stand there and look confused."

"Be nice," says Zayn, but he's laughing too. Niall gives him a kissy face. He looks neat and elegant, not a hair out of place.  They all look good, dressed in matching blue tuxes.  The Best Men, Louis has insisted on calling them, like they're some kind of ridiculous gang instead of a wedding entourage.

Zayn's heart leaps a little when he thinks of how Liam probably looks.  Liam had fussed around nervously all morning, organizing and re-organizing things around the house the way he always does when he gets anxious until Zayn finally hugged him from behind and said, firmly, "Stop."