paint · ziam au

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MARATHON 3/3

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Liam parked in the reserved parking spot at some five star hotel, it's name too tedious, yet complicated to pronounce properly.

He began to unbuckle himself as Zayn just sat there staring at the large hotel. He felt his hands sweat a bit and it was suddenly feeling a hot under his collar. He wanted to run his fingers through his product filled hair, but that would ruin the style that he had worked so hard on.

Zayn has never been to one of these, well, he doesn't recall going to one. But what was even more nerve-wracking was that Dean, Liam's boss is going to be hosting the celebration. He's aware that Mr. Philips is like a second father to Liam, that's why he doesn't want to be a complete failure. He wants to make a good impression because-

Why should he make a good impression if he and Liam aren't even together as a couple?

He shook his head internally, shaking hands beginning to unbuckle his seatbelt. Liam got out of the car, shutting the door behind him and walking over to Zayn's side. He opened it for him, like a proper gentleman and holds his hand out so he can take it.

He smiled, giggling a bit as he took his hand (thankfully, he had wiped the sweat off on his pants just a few seconds ago) and got out of the car. Liam closed the door and locks it, wrapping an arm around Zayn's waist as they walk towards the entrance.

Zayn smiled a bit as he rests he head on his shoulder, keeping up with his steps. It was about six in the evening and the sky was already dark since they were in winter. It wasn't snowing, but it had just snowed last night and Zayn was more than happy to watch the snowflakes fall from the sky as he sat by the living room window.

It was Christmas Eve and truthfully, Liam couldn't wait to go back home and give Zayn his Christmas presents. They were simple presents, nothing over the top, just how Zayn liked it. But he was almost sure that he would love them.

Liam looked at his surroundings as they approached the entrance of the pretentious hotel. Two guards stood by the large front doors, a few more people in elegant dresses and suits went their way, but something really strange caught his eye.

Dean stood by his car, a scowl on his face as he spoke to someone in front of him. Liam tried to get a better look at that person, he kept his head at that direction, hoping that the person would turn around for a brief moment.

But then he sees slightly curly hair barely touching their shoulders. His figure was tall and lean and Liam didn't to second guess who it was. He finds himself staring at the two as his feet seem to be on autopilot, making their way towards the entrance of the large hotel.

Harry had a deep frown on his face, something left his moth quickly as his hands did slightly exaggerated hand movements. But then Dean immediately interrupted, a finger placed just inches away from Harry's face making him shut up almost immediately.

But Liam's attention was suddenly brought back to where he was walking when his foot tripped over a small step. He stumbled a bit, Zayn slightly stumbling with him, but he immediately regained his balance.

Zayn giggles a bit. "What just happened there?" He asked, a small smile on his face, his nose slightly scrunched up.

And for the first time in what felt like ages, Liam had blushed. Light pink spreading across his cheeks as he chuckles nervously, mostly because he doesn't want Zayn to find out that Harry is only a few meters away from them. Who knows how he would react?