Bromances
“you should really stop that” Zayn whipped around the see Harry shutting the balcony door and walking to him
he laughed “it’s a lot easier said than done..”
“yeah i know..” Harry trailed off, looking around at the view
“you alright man?” he said turning towards Zayn. “you seem not yourself lately.”
Zayn sighed. “it sucks.” “what sucks?” “being in love..”
Harry was shocked “you’re in love? why didn’t you tell any of us..we’re like brothers”
“because it is one of you” Zayn realized he had said that out loud and his heart stopped beating.
“oh” was all Harry said “please don’t say anything, it’s not you i promise”
Harry put his hand on his chest “well, lets not get cruel here.”
it was silent for a few moments
“it’s Liam isn’t it”
Zayn didn’t have to say anything, he just nodded slowly and felt Harry pull him in for a hug.
“thanks man” Zayn muttered against Harry’s shoulder
“it’s what i’m here for” he said smiling
Oneshots Bromance 2
“Why do you always giggle and touch Niall in public but never me?” Zayn knows he sounds ridiculous and jealous but that’s okay because he is ridiculous and jealous and he hates the way Niall’s face lights up when Liam looks at him. Liam’s only supposed to look at him like that.
“Because I like Niall more than you?” Liam teases, stopping when Zayn only folds his arms and huffs. “I’m kidding, babe.”
“Doesn’t look like you’re kidding.” Is the muttered reply.
Liam rolls his eyes but leans closer so his mouth is resting at Zayn’s ear. “I love you more.” he breathes, watching with fascination at the way Zayn’s neck pimples at the contact. “Zaaaayn.” he sings lowly when the older boy still won’t face him. “You know I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself if I was near you.”
But Zayn just turns further away and murmurs darkly about Louis and Harry taking the attention away from anyone else anyway.
“You want me to act like Louis does?” Liam asks, pressing his mouth to Zayn’s neck. “You want me to crawl into your lap and whisper filthy things in your ear? Or do you want me to stare at you until management tells me off? Or answer questions about you and tell everyone how amazing you are, with your pout and quiff and deep quotes and dirty laugh.” he punctuates each suggestion with a kiss, making his way further round Zayn’s face until his mouth is resting at the edge of Zayn’s.
“Better.” Zayn concedes but still keeps his face turned away when Liam tries to kiss him properly.
“You’re pretty when you’re jealous.” Liam says, reaching out to stroke a finger down Zayn’s slightly stubbly face. He traces the older boy’s lips, “Your face was made for a pout. But I like it better when you smile…you smiling yet, Zayn?”
“You’re an idiot.” Zayn sighs, rolling his eyes like he hates it. He hooks an arm round Liam’s neck, kissing him quiet when he tries to protest. They both melt into the kiss, hands settling where they belong.
“And you’re ridiculous.” Liam can’t resist mumbling between their joined mouths. “You should know I prefer brunettes to blonds.”
Oneshots Bromnace 3
He tells himself it’s anger he can feel pulsing through his body; anger making his heart beat faster and faster; anger that makes him look at Niall in an entirely new way. He’s never been angry at Niall before, not like this. None of them have really. There’s something about the blond boy that makes it hard to feel annoyed at him, no matter what he’s done.
Not now.
Now Zayn feels his fists tremble and his breath quicken as he stares at the boy across the hall from him. He can’t take his eyes off him; glaring at the perfectly spiked hair, the blue eyes which are darkened with anger, the way his skinny body is trembling just as violently as Zayn is; as though they’re both only just keeping their emotions in check, one wrong move and the fists will be flying.
Niall moves first, of course he does, he never thinks. He steps closer to Zayn, his face unusually dark with emotion, opens his mouth to hurl an insult at Zayn and then Zayn is crossing the hall with three strides, pinning the smaller boy against the wall with just his forearm across his chest to hold him in place.
“Get off me, Zayn.” Niall snarls, his Irish accent stronger than usual. It makes something in Zayn’s stomach tighten.
“No” is all that Zayn replies because he likes the way Niall feels under him, all toned body and heaving chest. “You’re such a fucking idiot.” To be honest, Zayn can’t remember why they’re even arguing any more but there’s something about a riled-up Niall that gets Zayn agitated and say things he doesn’t mean.
“Fucking get off me.” Niall struggles and tries to push the taller boy away but Zayn stands his ground, looking down at his bandmate and feeling that rush in his stomach again, the one that feels suspiciously like arousal which is an entirely wrong feeling to experience around one of his bandmates. He passes it off as anger because man, Niall is so annoying with his hands scrabbling at Zayn’s chest to get free and his red lips throwing out insults and curses that would have anyone else recoiling in disgust.
But then something inside Zayn snaps and suddenly his mouth is on Niall’s and there’s a tongue battling with his own and what the fuck is going on. He bites Niall’s bottom lip which makes the smaller boy keen and push his hips against Zayn’s, his hands finally breaking free from Zayn’s hold and snaking up to wind round Zayn’s neck.
Zayn doesn’t really know how he ended up kissing Niall but he discovers he really really likes it; Niall’s mouth is so warm and wet and his tongue is sliding against Zayn’s in a way that makes his head spin. When Niall’s knee slides between his legs he realises with a jolt that the anger he felt towards the blond boy earlier was actually lust and yes, things are making a whole lot more sense now.
“Fuck, Zayn.” Niall is moaning into his mouth, all anger gone from before. Zayn just smirks and pulls him closer, digging his fingers into Niall’s hips, marking him as his own.
