Good Years || ziam au✔️

t h i r t y || when I left

Past
March 18th, 2015
Wednesday evening
9.07 P.M.
AsiaWorld-Arena
Hong Kong, China

After Zayn announced the last song and the crowd went wild, he quickly jogged towards the small space that Harry had left him. He sat down, fixed his hair real quick and started singing the first verse of Little Things.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this in mind it was meant to be," he adjusted his ear piece, looking around and admiring as their fans sang along before glancing at Niall who sat beside him, "and I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks, but it all makes sense to me."

He looked down once he was done singing, listening to his husband sing the next verse. He stole a glance at the brunet, sighing quietly before looking around. He could feel his eyes swell with tears knowing that this was going to be the last time he was ever going to perform with the lads. His heart shattered at the thought.

"But I'll love them endlessly." He sang with Liam as soon as he realized that the younger lad was finished. They sang the chorus together, their voices harmonizing as always with Liam singing a little higher. Despite it being his last performance with the lads, it was a very memorable one. The boys were very supportive and made sure to comfort him throughout the evening, especially Liam who gave him a sweet little pep talk before the show even began.

But it was obvious Zayn wasn't really happy that night. As he continued to sing, his eyes were set on the stage, trying his best to hide his tears. He even had to stop for a split second to inhale a shaky breath and keep himself from breaking.

Louis soon began to sing his part. Zaun smiled a little when Liam goofed around as usual and looked up, watching everyone dance and sing along to the song. He knew after next week, things wouldn't be the same. And to be honest, he wasn't sure if he was ready for it.

One week later
March 25th, 2015
Wednesday afternoon
4.34 P.M.
Malik-Payne Mansion
London, England

Zayn was laying in his bed, staring at his phone as the news of him leaving the band went viral. He was already receiving backlash for it from a lot of fans as well as seeing disturbing images on twitter and Instagram. It had already been a few hours since it was announced that he left the band due to personal reasons and some didn't take the news very easily. He didn't expect it to go like this.

"Babe?" The soft voice of his husband brought him back, making the latter look up from his phone. He frowned.

"What's wrong?" Liam asked immediately and walked up to their bed, sitting down beside him. He ran his fingers through the twenty-two year old's soft curls.

Zayn didn't say anything and just handed him the phone, burying his face into the pillow afterwards. He waited until Liam said something, his eyes squeezed shut and his heart aching in his chest.

"Baby," he heard Liam sigh heavily before putting the phone down on the night table beside their bed, "It's going to be okay." He assured him and leaned down, kissing his head. "I promise."

"It's not." Zayn shook his head before turning around to look at him. "They hate me." He frowned.

"You're going to be real successful after this. Trust me." The brunet gave him a soft smile. "It's going to be fine." He grabbed his hand and left behind a bunch of feathery kisses. Zayn couldn't help but smile a little at that. Liam always knew how to cheer him up.

"Will you wear our ring for me?" The dark haired latter suddenly asked, looking up at him. "Please?"

Liam smiled and nodded. "I will baby, don't worry." He leaned down and pecked his lips, Zayn kissing him back immediately. He cupped his husband's chubby cheeks and pulled him on top of him, their lips moving in perfect sync.

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It's a short flashback🥺

The first half is based on Zayn's last concert in 2015 with the boys.