Ziam oneshots ✔️

Just wanna be yours

Liam Payne gritted his teeth and let out a breath that he hoped was obvious, and that the guy would get a hint, because it had been nearly five minutes, and honestly, he just wanted to wait for the bartender to finally come over and pay for his drinks and then get out of here and the tosser in a knockoff Gucci suit just would not leave.

At first, it had been okay, but it had been almost five minute now, and Liam hated being crowded as it was, and he knew he should have just waited outside the club for Zayn Malik before coming in.

"What can I get you?" The bartender finally reached Liam, and he opened his mouth to place his order when a hand was suddenly falling on his hip.

Liam's body stiffened, pissed off although not entirely surprised that the guy had decided to actually move in and touch him, and was prickling up to tell him that there was no way in hell he would go home with a man like him, when a deeper voice spoke.

"Can we get two Heineken, a Cosmo and a pineapple juice?" Zayn Malik requested and Liam's body relaxed.

"Sure thing," the bartender moved away to get their order and Liam turned his head toward Zayn, completely ignoring the man who had been there before.

"Hi," Liam breathed, a little confronted by, well, Zayn. "H-hi," he repeated, swallowing hard, and a knowing smile spread across Zayn's face, but it was nothing like the smug-ass smirk that had been on Mr Fake Gucci's face.

"Hey, baby," Zayn replied easily, although a little louder than usual, which told Liam that the other guy was still there.

That, and the fact that Zayn had just called him baby in public.

Maybe for only the second or third time ever.

"Hi," Liam said for a third time, and Zayn's smile just got wider before he gave Liam's hip a squeeze and let his arm fall to take his wallet out of his back pocket. "Oh, no, I've got it—"

"You got dinner the other week," Zayn replied, conveniently forgetting that there had been two lots of pizza ordered since then that Zayn had covered, plus the snacks, food and weed that he constantly supplied Liam with and refused to take any money for no matter how much Liam tried. But Liam knew better than to argue, and he felt this warm feeling bloom inside him whenever Zayn insisted on taking care of things like this for him. "Great, thanks, mate," Zayn nodded at the bartender as he handed over his card, and then smiled as he looked back at Liam, very pointedly ignoring Mr Fake Gucci. "You been waiting long?"

"No," Liam shook his head, not even really thinking about the fact that he kind of had, but it wasn't Zayn's fault. Technically he was meant to be meeting Niall, he'd said he would look out for him, and Zayn had just said that he would see him there since he was going to be arriving with Louis, who would usually come a bit later. "Not too long."

He liked the smile that Zayn gave him in response.

He always liked the smiles he got from Zayn.

Over the past few months, getting to know each other and letting himself open up a lot more, and actually look at Zayn a lot more rather than just darting quick looks over at him, he realized that got a special smile from Zayn.

He wasn't sure if it had just developed since they began sleeping together, or if maybe it had been there before, because Zayn had been open in admitting that he'd definitely had feelings for Liam before they had started sleeping together, even though they were both taking things very slow, but he was too shy to ask just yet.

"Liam baby!" Came a shout and Liam could already hear the slight slur in his voice, which explained why his best friend was late, as he smiled and turned to the side to see Niall approaching, with Louis behind him. "I'm so sorry I was late! You'll never believe who I ran into!" He exclaimed as he reached them, looking at Zayn briefly, scrunching his nose and giving him a quick once over. "Looking completely under dressed as usual, Malik," he said in a fond voice.