Enna Sona [Ziam]

Eighteen

Liam walked into his room tired. Finally! He can breathe now. Or maybe not.

"Wow, they decorated the room!"

Zayn said walking in. How did Liam forget this nuisance was going to live with him?

"My room Zayn. Not 'the' room. Stress on the word - my."

Liam explained like he is teaching Zayn grammar which was quite funny to think about, since it was Zayn who helped Liam with grammar in their fourth grade.

"I don't care. Stress on the words - I do not care!"

Zayn mocked Liam's tone and looked around. Where was he supposed to put his luggage? And what did they pack? Did they pack his favourite T and PJs he liked to sleep in?

"Whatever! You can sleep on the couch. I'm gonna go freshen up. Please be asleep on the couch by then!"

"Excuse me? Why should I sleep on the couch? You sleep on the couch if you want! I will sleep on the bed!"

Liam was worried about this. He knew Zayn wouldn't agree to sleeping on the couch. But he's not going to sleep on the couch either.

"Didn't I stress it enough? My room, Zayn! That means I get to decide. You on the couch. Me on the bed."

Liam said pointing to the bed and the couch for more emphasis.

"CJ said this is my house too! So I can decide where I sleep! I won't sleep on the couch!"

Zayn said stubbornly. He is not going to wake up with a sore neck and back ache. Whatever Liam says.

"Zayn, why don't you understand? You're smaller. I won't fit on the couch!"

"Don't act like your 6'2 Liam. You're just 5'9 and I'm 5'8. That's just one inch difference!"

Liam sighs before he grabs Zayn by the arm and pushes him in front of the floor length mirror in his room. He came and stood next to Zayn.

"Look for yourself. You are small compared to me!"

"I don't see any difference!"

Zayn said even though he could see the difference clearly. Damn Liam is buff! Does he drink protein shakes instead of water? Liam could easily be his gym instructor, except he's never going to take a gym membership. He is naturally thin and he likes it. Thank you very much.

"Don't be stubborn Zayn! It's already past 12 and I wanna sleep."

"Who's stopping you then?"

Liam looked at Zayn suspiciously.

"I'm gonna go shower. Now, when I come back-"

"Bla bla bla. Talk to my hand!"

"Oh sorry, I don't have that habit. Unlike some people who talks to lamps."

Liam said before going to the washroom. A hot shower and he will get some sleep.

Zayn wanted to say something. But he can't deny that he talked to a lamp. That was years ago. He was bored at some hotel he was with his family and the Paynes, they had some function related to their business and Zayn walked out, saw a funny lamp, and out of boredom started talking to the lamp about his misery. He had barely gotten out a "you know I'm so bored, Mr. Lamp, this isn't my thing! I miss Louis!" when Liam started laughing from behind. Apparently that sunshine of a bitch had followed Zayn and saw the entire thing and he still wouldn't let that go. Zayn still hasn't got anything on Liam equally as embarrassing. But he will. Just wait.

Zayn was so tired, he didn't bother to shower. He just changed out of his sherwani, wore the first comfy sweats and T he could find in the bag, wiped his face off with the make up wipes, smiled at his tired self in the mirror and fell on the bed. My, the bed is soft. He could fall asleep just like-

"What the fuck Zayn! Get up! You're on the couch!"

Liam walked out of the shower, changed into his nightwear, yes the idiot has got a nightwear, all navy blue, to find Zayn lying face first on the left side of the bed. At least he didn't take Liam's side.

Zayn groaned.

"Shut up Leeyum.. I'm tryna sleep. You sleep too!"

Liam stared at Zayn for a solid 30 seconds before he started yelling at him again. Because, really, when was the last time Zayn called him "Leeyum"?

"Zayn!!! We're not sharing the bed! Get out!"

"Why? You can't control your desires?"

Zayn raised his head to look at Liam, suddenly feeling better. Nothing boosts him up than teasing Liam. He smirked seeing Liam stutter.

"Oh shut up! I might kick you in my sleep. Who knows!"

Truth is Liam never kicks in sleep. He is actually a peaceful sleeper. And Zayn knows this. Years of sleepovers have taught him that. If anything, Zayn is a cuddler. Liam would sleep on his side peacefully, not disturbing even the second pillow.

Liam walks to the other side of bed muttering about stubborn Maliks.

"Now, if I kick you in sleep, don't tell me I didn't warn you!"

Liam said climbing on his side. There is enough space in between that both Harry and Louis can cuddle there. But that doesn't mean Liam can't warn Zayn about his Taekwondo abilities.

"All lies. Should I be scared about my innocence?"

Zayn asked raising his eyebrows. He was enjoying this.

"Oh, somebody help! My husband has got no control!"

Zayn said in a high pitched voice and bursted out laughing. He's so funny!

Liam rolled his eyes and turned to keep his back to Zayn, muttered a 'piss off' and Zayn sighed feeling more relaxed than he had felt all day.

But apparently, he can't sleep. How dare Liam sleep when Zayn can't sleep! Time to annoy him.

"Suhaagraat hai.. You're not wearing ghunghat so.. Chaadar uthaa rahaa hu main.."

Zayn sang slowly trying to take the blanket off Liam. Liam's reaction was in lightening speed. He turned so fast that Zayn gasped and almost fell out of bed. So this idiot was just pretending to be asleep?

"If you touched me, Zayn I swear to God, I will chop off your fingers, dry them in the sunlight, powder them in the mixer grinder and mix them with the engine oil of the new model. Don't test me!"

Liam looked serious enough that Zayn gulped. Whatever happened to the sunshine, daisies and butter mellow?

"That was vivid.. Who are you and what have you done to Liam Cupcake Payne?"

Zayn asked in a whisper, afraid if he made any noise Liam might actually do what he just said.

"He became a Malik!"

Liam said and turned back to sleep. Zayn still staring at his back. What just happened? Liam has never reacted like this before. Well, Zayn has never got this close to Liam in an enclosed space, that too, a bedroom, their bedroom, and they're sharing a bed.. Maybe it's just the stress? Zayn hoped so. Because God dammit that was hot! And Zayn would not admit that he found a snappy, angry, dominant Liam, hot.

He is going to get a divorce first thing in the morning. This whole marriage thing is messing with his head!