Ziam oneshots ✔️

It started with flowers II

Zayn had not been even the slightest bit jealous, or if he had, he hid it pretty fucking well. Despite the dark, promising look Zayn had shot Liam when the flowers had first shown up, the man in question had done nothing. No cutting words of jealousy or bruising kisses or even a heated look after the first one.

He'd merely watched impassively as Liam carried the flowers to the kitchen to use the nice vase Zayn had used for Perrie-fer's flowers. If Liam carried them with a little more care and feigned loved than strictly necessary, well, no one could prove that.

Disappointingly enough, Zayn still did nothing.

***

Zatn hadn't really been jealous of the flowers. Really, he hadn't.
But then Liam had begun sighing fondly over them and gently caressing the soft petals, and exclaiming how beautiful they were at every turn and Zayn had grown... annoyed.

Jealous, a voice in his mind whispered. He ignored the annoying comment as he continued dressing, pushing each pearly button in a bit too forcefully. Unwittingly, his gaze drifted in the mirror, using the reflective surface to watch the brunette sleep.

He was beautiful. Gorgeous, even. A masterpiece when he wanted to be.

It was obvious he wasn't the only one who had noticed. God, just that thought alone made him grit his teeth in annoyance.

Rationally, he knew that he had no right to be jealous. Yes, Liam was his boyfriend but he wasn't a coveted object - he was a human being.

A bloody gorgeous one, too, his monkey brain added unhelpfully, once more.

The problem was that Andy Samuels was also bloody gorgeous. And he'd dated Liam briefly when they had been teenagers, in the Before Zayn time period, as they jokingly called it.

He frowned at himself in the mirror. He wasn't the jealous type (lolllll he totally is 😂), that was more Liam's specialty - but there was something about these particular flowers that rubbed him the wrong way.

Zayn shook his head at himself. There was no reason to get jealous. The flowers would be gone soon enough anyway.

The flowers, much to Zayn's utter annoyance, continued to sit at the table, perfectly fresh as though they could never wilt.

He loathed them.

They were beautiful and lush and colorful and sent with Samul's fucking love. Of course the prat had to include a corny note. Of course Zayn had read it.

It seemed that the rational, completely logical, and sane part of Zayn's brain had taken an unannounced vacation because all he could think about were the flowers and the note and Liam and Samuel's annoyingly perfect face.

And given that the logical part of his brain was missing, Zayn was left with only the caveman side.
Needless to say, that side was not helping things one bit.

"Liam," Zayn murmured lowly, his lips steadily placing soft kisses on Liam's neck. The brunette merely hummed in his arms, tilting his head and sighing as his boyfriend continued to kiss and nip at his neck. Liam was sitting at the kitchen island, the bar stool high enough that Zayn only had to bend slightly to kiss him.

"Let's throw those flowers out. I can buy you a whole garden if you want," he promised, his lips brushing against Liam's pale, soft skin.

"Hmm. No, I think I quite like them," he replied bemusedly. "Why? Feeling jealous, Malik?"

Hell yes.

"Jealous of what?" he whispered instead, running his nose along Liam's neck, only pausing to place a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin behind his ear.