Ziam oneshots ✔️

It started with flowers

Liam was used to Zayn being ogled. He was, really. At worst, it was annoying and at best, amusing. He knew how attractive his boyfriend was, especially to those heathens who worked for him. 

But most of said creatures knew to back away. To not make any advances toward their boss. 
Except for one particular intern named Perrie Fucking Edwards. 
Now, Liam knew Louis was his boyfriend's best friend - hell, the man came over often enough to have his own toothbrush - but by no means was Liam fond of the man's little cousin. 

The freckled wench was untouchable. She wouldn't be fired, not by Zayn, who, much to Liam's displeasure, doted on the conniving little witch. And surely, not by Louis - he loved his cousin much too dearly to fire her.

***

He sighed.
Liam knew that Zayn loved him, that they only had eyes for one another, that Zayn would never be unfaithful to him but the fact remained that Perrie Edwards made his skin crawl. 

He had simply never gotten along with her. Perhaps it was her utter disregard for their relationship or the snide comments she was prone to making but Liam absolutely detested the young woman. But there was more than that this time. 

He knew there was something up with her.
Just what exactly, he didn't know.

***

It started with flowers.
A fucking bouquet of garish looking flowers.

And they weren't for Liam, that was a given. Zayn might not have been the best at many things, but he knew how to pick out a bouquet befitting of Liam's tastes.

The bundled atrocity was not picked by Zayn, that much was obvious. 

"What the hell are those?" 

"They're flowers," Zayn snorted, moving around the kitchen to place them in a vase. A very nice vase, at that. They didn't even deserve a nice vase. Surely a tin can with water would suffice. 

"Yes, I can see that. Who gave them to you?" 

Liam's stomach twisted uncomfortably, his brain knowing the answer but his heart refusing to believe it. Not until Zayn confirmed it. 

"Perrie." 

That vile name was said so casually, so nonchalantly, so innocently, that Liam felt his blood boil. 

Zayn had been given plenty of gifts before - from admirers, from friends, from anyone, really - but never had he brought them home. 

To their shared home. 

Sure, there had been the occasional box of chocolates that they shared or a bottle of wine saved for a dinner, but flowers? No. Never flowers. 

"Hmm." 

It wasn't until Zayn coaxed him out of the library with the promise of a meal and a lot of kisses that Liam felt his blood simmer, no longer a boil, but hot enough to begin planning. 

His plans, unfortunately, had to be delayed for 2 weeks. 
Karen, his loving mother, had decided that it was time for their annual getaway- something usually reserved for the summer months but for some reason, had been pushed up several months. 
Liam, ever the perfect son, had gone willingly and had met the reason for the abrupt vacation. 
His name was Geoff, a severe man who had somehow captured his mother's affection. 

Liam couldn't begrudge her for finding love after his father's fall from grace. She was entitled to happiness just as much as anyone else was. 

The 2 weeks dragged on, but it gave him time to perfect his plans. Everything would go perfectly. He would make sure of it.