One Direction One Shots

#1: Ziall- Coming Home

Niall waited impatiently at the airport. He sat in the black chair that seemed to be getting more uncomfortable every second. His leg was shaking violently, his head checking around the airport every 5 seconds. 

His boyfriend of 2 years was finally coming home today. Niall didn’t know for how long, but he would use this time genuinely. He had missed Zayn more than even he could understand. It wasn’t the same waking up without his perfect brown eyes with him at every moment.

He checked his phone. 12:34 Zayn should be back by now.

Suddenly Niall heard a cry. His head shot up, his heart beating wildly with excitement. 

Multiple men wearing their camouflage uniforms walked into the waiting area, his eyes scanning every face. 

Niall stood, waiting for Zayn, watching for the familiar raven hair.

He saw it. He saw him. He wiped his sweaty palms on his blue jeans. Why was he so nervous?

Zayn caught his eye. A big grin came across his face. That I-want-to-tackle-you-and-kiss-you-all-over look. 

Zayn practically sprinted to Niall. He lifted Niall up a little bit. And set him down. 

“Zayn I-” Niall was cut off by Zayn’s lips meeting his.

He was surprised. Zayn never really liked to show affection in public, especially not a French kiss. But Niall kissed him back, it’s not like he didn’t like it.

Zayn’s tan, warm fingers went through Niall’s bleach blonde hair. But now most of the thick brown roots were growing out, the butterflies that he had so desperately missed flying in his stomach. His heart beat wildly, and his body craving desperately for Zayn.

The two of them parted. Not paying attention to the disapproving stares from the mothers. 

But they heard claps.

“Yeah Zayn! Get some!” One yelled. Niall looked over Zayn to see about 3 other guys clapping for them.

“He would not shut up about his ‘Amazing boyfriend,’” One said.

Niall chuckled.

“Okay guys, shut up now!” Zayn laughed, his face turning a cute shade of bright red.

“Aw that’s cute!” Niall said, his thick accent coming through, while he pinched Zayn’s still blushing cheek.

“God, I missed that Irish accent.” Zayn said, once again kissing Niall deeply on the lips.

They parted once again and Zayn bent down and grabbed his bag.

“Let’s go home” Zayn said, a smile lighting up his face. He threw his arm around Niall’s waist, pulling him closer to him, breathing in the boy’s scent.

Niall smiled and they began walking.

“You let your roots grow in” Zayn said, observing the smaller boy.

Niall scrunched his nose.

“I know, I don’t like it” Niall sighed.

“But I love it” Zayn whispered.

Niall chuckled, laying his head on Zayn’s shoulder. 

“I love you.” Zayn said, giving Niall a kiss on the cheek.

“I love you more” Niall said

“Love you most.”