ZIAM One Shots

Done With This

"Fuck you," Louis scowled, flicking Liam's ear as he walked past.

"What?"

"You know what," he grumbled, stepping into the car and rolling his eyes at Liam just as the door closed. Harry was already seated in the same car, no doubt trying to catch some sleep against the opposite door, and Niall was off to the other side of the venue to have his 'fun in Vegas'.

"I was repaying the favour," Liam mumbled to himself as he flicked up his collar, shoulders hunched as he moved to his own escort. "Just because you're too much of a bitch to get over it. I'm sorry I love him and I miss him and I'm sorry I think he deserves this as much as we deserved the Asian Award he got because we're a fucking team and-"

"Mr. Payne?" the driver smirked in the rear view mirror. "You're talking out loud, you know that?"

Liam blushed and blinked furiously, eyebrows furrowing.

"I'm sorry..." he apologised, eyes glancing to the mirror. "Is there any way you can drive faster?"

"Sir, I can assure you there's no one following-"

"No, I know," Liam rubbed his hand. "I'm just anxious to get to the hotel."

The driver nodded, and sped as much as possible while still remaining safe in their traffic and within the speed limit. Their drivers didn't know much of the secrets and lies but they weren't stupid. At least, this one wasn't.

Liam blushed lightly at the thought of his hotel room and how close he was to being right-

"Here we are, Mr. Payne," the driver smiled, gesturing to the back door of the little hotel. "Have a nice night... Or, morning."

Liam thanked him with a nod and opened the door, walking up the back steps and smiling at the hotel worker who greeted him.

"Ronnie's told me to tell you she's in the room," she smiled and oh, how Liam wished he wasn't so immersed in this whole underground world of fame. All of the fake names and back doors and white lies. A maid with an arm of towelettes knew who was in his room, but Liam could bet anything she didn't know "Ronnie's" actual name.

Or the fact that Ronnie was not, in fact, female.

Liam jumped into the elevator a few metres away and tapped his foot anxiously as it zoomed up not quickly at all. He wanted to get to his room already. Damn awards shows.

Liam sighed heavily in relief as the elevator doors opened and he saw his door right there and the key was in the thing and-

"Li!" Zayn cried out joyously as the door opened, flinging himself into the other man. Liam chuckled and quickly shut the door, hushing Zayn's excited giggle.

"Careful, no one knows you're here."

Zayn smirked wrapping his arms around Liam's neck and leaning back devilishly. "And what reason would that be for?"

"Because the rest of my stupid band hates you," he rolled his eyes.

"Ah, yes, them."

"And half of the fandom."

"Right, right."

"And your supposed fiancé," Liam quirked an eyebrow as Zayn groaned exaggeratedly and dragged them back towards the bed.

"That's the biggest word I've ever heard you use," the older chuckled and Liam pouted with furrowed brows.

"What, supposed?"

"Fiancé."

Zayn was all giggles and laughter because he knew he was not meant to be here and he knew how much shit he would get into if Niall spotted them or Harry or, God forbid, Louis. Honestly, it was like he was nineteen all over again, bouncing off the walls and looking for mischief.

Liam let out a soft 'oof' as Zayn dragged the pair of them towards the bed and suddenly spun so that they fell - Liam first - with a muted huff of the mattress.

"I saw the little dedication," Zayn mumbled into Liam's shirt, tugging the scarf off and throwing to the ground. "Your scarf looks stupid, by the way."

"Thanks."

Liam smirked as Zayn nuzzled into his neck and flopped down. It was always sort of like that. Zayn would make himself comfortably in his little giggly, love-struck way that came off most of the time as sexual, then just cuddled.

"He's so done with you," Liam muttered into Zayn's hair, and he was met with a less-than-graceful finger pushed against his lips, the man on his chest not even looking up to guide it.

"I don't want to listen to more reasons why people don't like me. Twitter followers have halved, hate mail has doubled and I saw Louis' face," Zayn sighed. "I know. But I don't regret this. I know you want me to, but I don't."

Liam pouted and Zayn continued with a melodramatic sigh.

"I wish I didn't have to leave you, don't get me wrong, but I like this a lot better."

Liam shook his head with a chuckle. "You're an idiot."

"That's why you love me, bro."

"Did you just-"

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[A/N; I wrote this right after watching the Billboard Awards lol.]