#zerriam

fatima is the wORST

If this is you saying you’re goin HAVE FUN

She had both her boys on the couch, each one of a bundle of nerves. Liam showed it the most, bouncing his leg and wiping his sweaty palms on his shirt every so often. Zayn, however, was stoic and just stared at the wall across from him with one hand pressed onto his boyfriend’s knee to try and help with the shaking. 

When they heard her footsteps coming down the hallway, their heads shot over to her in sync, just waiting to hear what she had to say. 

“I’m pregnant!” She squealed right away, unable to contain herself as she waved around the electronic pregnancy test. She ran the rest of the way to the living room, jumping straight into Liam’s arms and wrapping her legs around him. 

“That’s great news, Pez!” Zayn was all smiles as he took the test from her, looking at the results for himself. Perrie was on him next, though, and he hugged her tightly. Over her shoulder, he could Liam wiping at a tear that’d fallen down his cheek. He laughed and waved the other over, pulling him close and kissing the rest of the tears away. “Um,” he started and both of his partners pulled just enough back to look at him while he spoke. “Do we have any idea who…?” He didn’t have to finish the sentence for them to know what he meant.

“No,” Perrie answered with a shake of her head. “I kinda want to keep it that way. If that’s alright with you both?”

“Alright with me,” Liam said first. He didn’t care who’s baby it was because he knew that the three of them would raise the child with an equal amount of love and care. 

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Calum glanced up from the TV screen, not even noticing when Luke entered the back of the bus. “You mean the look I give you when I’m plotting your murder?” 

“No, I mean the look you give me when you’re thinking about how fucking hot I am.” 

“I don’t-”

“Yes, you do. I see it,” Luke insisted, moving to stand in front of Calum. “Onstage and stuff when you’re, like, watching me play. I heard you telling Michael that my arms were the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.”

“I never said-”

“Yes, you did.” 

Calum sighed and reached up to fix the hair in front of his head. “Stop interrupting-”

“It was today.”

“-me. I will fucking smack you, oh my god.” Calum stood up, unable to handle Luke talking down to him. Even still the other by beat him in height just barely.

“Spank me, Calum,” Luke fake moaned and laughed when his friend turned red as a beat.

“Why’re you confronting me, I can do whatever I want, you know?”

“Do me.”

“I’ll fuckin’ do it,” he threatened. “I will.”

Luke giggled and Calum really wanted to smack him. “So do it.” And just because Calum didn’t respond well to provocation and challenges and Luke’s giggling, he grabbed the front of the other boy’s tank top and tugged him until their lips were pressed together.