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Liam heart drops the first time Zayn appears on his doorstep, looking all small and weary with snapback on his head. And a big pink hoodie which liam knows its his that he wore to his interview once.

“Come in, love” he opens the door more wider, Watson right at his feet as he tickles kisses over his head.

Zayn walks in slowly, his head shaved at sides which makes Liam’s chest heavy every time he does it, because it was a classic Zayn’s sign that he clearly is upset.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve shaved again, babe” his voice sounds like a beg, tongue hot and heavy in his mouth as Zayn slowly turns around, covering his mouth with his hands.

Liam blinks in confusion as Zayn starts laughing, soft and comfortable, padding towards the couch to meet Loki and Watson, “It’s not shaved babe”

Liam’s throat dries up, the way it never did before, because here was Zayn’s hair green and bright, just like the way liam liked. Tips and strands of hair bleached green, flowing down to a side of his face gracefully.

“How’s it?” Zayn was curious of course, he had tried pink, blond, peach and silver but never did a colour that matches with his favourite, and he especially made (forced) his stylist to dye it green and sat there for hours making it look perfect and presentable for his boyfriend who accepted him no matter what.

“I’m speechless, you’re pretty and beautiful,” liam chokes out, because beautiful wasn’t the only thing Zayn was. His throat was so dry he couldn’t make out the words looking at his older boyfriend. He was left speechless, the luckiness of having someone like Zayn made Liam’s heart swell with pride.

“I guess, you like it then?” Zayn twirled a strand, blowing it off his face as it falls lazily on his nose. He gets off the couch to wrap his rams around liam to hug him.

Ah, the comfort and reassurance Zayn feels when liam is around was a thing that he couldn’t explain with words. The feel of his arms made him feel safe and happy, he feels like Liam’s arms were some Angel wings that act like a guardian to him.

He squeezes into liam, breathing deep into his rich cologne, squeezing his eyes shut as Liam peppers his temple with kisses. He knows how liam was tensed and panicked the time where he was uninformily standing at his doorstep without any sign of him coming to his house.

“I love you” Zayn’s heart swells as those words gets spilled out of Liam’s sinful mouth, his hands tight around his body where he picks Zayn up just an inch or two off the ground to pour out all his emotions in the embrace.

“I love you too” Zayn says, his hair fluffed into Liam’s neck, tickling the man’s skin as he tilts his head to kiss at Liam’s birthmark which he fonded oh so very dearly and aesthetically pleasing.

He smiles, a real one which was only reserved for his boyfriend, sweet and soft. Biting his lips as Liam’s hands find their way towards the back of Zayn’s skull, just the part where his trimming stops, creeping its way towards the thickness of his raven hair.

They stay there hugging each other, neither or them complaining about the fcat that their legs would be aching and dogs whining for them to pet.

Breathing into each others presence was mych important. Just stand there, swaying back and forth to the imaginary classical music, closed eyes wandering off to their dreamland which they discussed to buy one day and live together peacefully without any fame.

“Meri Jaan”

Liam loved the words, scratched that, he practilly was living because of the words, anticipation in his heart threatening to burst out if Zayn hadn’t said those words to him every time they were alone together.

“Love you too Jaan”

It was time for Zayn’s heart to swell. He had a big nack for teaching liam how to pronounce the word, day and night. Laughing at how adorably Liam’s lips would round themselves to pronounce but turn into a pout when he mispronounces, and Zayn kind of want to cry because liam tries and tries and tries just like an ant, falling down but definitely making its way towards its hive.

He feels proud though, of the fact that liam had made love and mumbled over and over the word “Jaan” threatening to tattoo it on his body. He smiles, which was off no fear and guilt, just pure love.

And yeah, they can’t live without each other.

What you mean: dAN is COmINg OUt SoON