Who initiates the New Years Eve kiss?
Heâd spent the better part of fifteen minutes scanning the crowd while Niall chatted his ear off.
Heâd lost Zayn somewhere between the bar that Harry had set up in his dining room, and the living room - and it was only a few minutes until midnight. Not that there was anything wrong with giving Niall a proper hug and wishing him a happy new year - but heâd missed out on the whole ânew years eve kissâ last year. He wanted that moment.
That perfect, earth shattering, sparks flying moment.
ââŚanâ then, weâre gonna tie Harry to a chair and just knock âem off the balcony,â Niall cut through his thoughts, poking him in the shoulder. âSound good?â
âYeah, sounds brill, Ni,â Liam replied absently, straining his neck a little to try and catch a glimpse of that inky black hair through the crowd. âMâsure Hazza will love it.â
âYou didnât hear a word I said, did you?â Niall groaned, tipping the rest of his drink into his waiting mouth. âIâd probably have a better chance with a plantâŚâ
âIâm sorry Nialler - sâjust: canât see Zayn, yeah? First New Years together in likeâŚtwo years? And heâs gone and vanished.â
âZayn? Vanished? Thatâs so unlike him,â Niall deadpanned.
Liam punched him in the shoulder, making Niall laugh out loud. The blonde poked him in the ribs. âGo on then, go find your man and get your snogâŚâ
Liam felt his chest warm, and he gave Niall a tight hug and a wet kiss to his cheek, determined to find his boyfriend before the first stroke of midnight.
â20 seconds, folks!!!â Someone hollered from the crowd.
Liam bypassed the living room and went through the kitchen, eyes scouring the space, his brow set in a furrow. There was no way Zayn just left - though the man was good at the Irish goodbyesâŚ
âHeâs out on the patio, Li,â Harry called over the noise, pointing towards his backyard.Â
Liam gave Harry a thumbs up and jogged out towards the patio and swung the door open.
Zayn stood, admiring the night sky.
Liam admired him for a moment: the inky locks, a little longer now than theyâd been in quite some time, pulled into a little ponytail at the back of his head. He was in a thick wool sweater, his breath ghosting out in the cold night air.
The countdown had begun inside, and Liam padded over to his boyfriend as quietly as he could, before gently curling his fingers around Zaynâs wrist to spin him around to face him.
The look on Zaynâs face made Liam laugh - surprise and awe all in one beautiful package - and as the party goers yelled âHAPPY NEW YEAR!â Liam tugged him in closer, pressing fingertips to Zaynâs pulse, and slotted his warm lips to Zaynâs cold ones.Â