paint · ziam au

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It was early in the morning, about 6:30 am. The sun was barely rising and the sound of birds chirping had woken Liam up. He was used to the pesky sound coming from the early birds, he wasn't much of a heavy sleeper.

But when he tried to go back to sleep, he just couldn't. His eyes refused to remain shut and there was some sort of need to get up from the couch and do something. But do what?

He gets up with a slight groan, he swings his legs so he is sitting down on the edge of it. His hair is a mess and his back is aching. He stretches by arching his back, making it crack as he sighed in relief. He rubbed his eyes, getting up from where he was sitting and walks over to the bathroom in his room. He makes sure not to awaken the sleeping boy, soft snores escape his lips as he hugs a pillow. His lips are slightly pouty and his hair is also a mess, but he looks effortlessly beautiful and Liam doesn't dare to deny that.

He smiles a bit at the sleeping boy, watching as he hugs the pillow even tighter, muttering a few words in gibberish. His nose scrunches up a bit, as he slightly kicks at the bed, then after the mini-fit, he calms down and continues snoring peacefully.

Liam chuckles shaking his head, walking into the bathroom. He grabs his toothbrush (which was right next to Zayn's brush, which is Spiderman one since he thought that the other brushes were too 'dull' for his liking) , soaking it a bit with water before adding a decent amount of toothpaste on it. He then proceeds to brush his teeth, watching Zayn as he begins to kick again, but then stopping almost immediately.

He scrunches his eyebrows, spitting the foam in to the sink. He rinses his mouth with water before looking at Zayn again from the bathroom.

He clutches onto the pillow for dear life as he begins to kick again, a quiet cry escapes again. Then he quickly stops, sleeping peacefully once again.

It was strange, frankly. But he didn't seem to be in much harm with the mini dreams or whatever they were. It was more like a child's behavior, to Liam, but he decided to just leave it at that.

He walks out of the room, scratching his chest as he picks up and pulls on the shirt that was on the couch. He makes his way over to the kitchen, beginning to make himself some breakfast. It was just Poptart, easy and quick and even though he wasn't a big fan of the sugary 'meal', he bought them because Zayn absolutely loved them.

Zayn never really asked for them, but Liam has caught him staring at them with a hungry look on his face when they're in the breakfast aisle, going grocery shopping. He would pull a box out and wink at Zayn playfully who would blush and mutter a 'thank you'.

And Liam found it cute that after all the art supplies he has bought for Zayn, the clothing that were a hundred times better than the rags he used to wear, the luxuries that he sort of loved to pampered him with; Zayn has still managed to blush and tell Liam not to (even though he does). Zayn is still very humble, even though he lives with a very wealthy man that can give him anything he wants. And maybe that's why Liam loves to spoil him (attempt to, at least), because Zayn has never had these things before and he loves the fact that he is giving them to him.

It makes him feel sort of special and good inside.

If he and Louis weren't mad at each other, he would've already scoffed and called him a 'Sugar daddy'. And Liam doesn't mind if he is, because it's for a good cause (and it's also kind of hot).

After Liam finishes his Poptart, he walks over to the balcony, deciding to just smoke a bit before Zayn would catch him.

He grabs the packet and lighter, which is always sitting behind the flower pot and pulls out a cigarette, placing it in between his lips as he lights. He inhales the smoke, keeping it in his lungs for a few seconds before puffing it out. The warm feeling in his body makes him relax his muscles, his puts it back in his mouth and repeats a few times.