

He looks up at Liam then, his heart thudding in his chest when he sees the awestruck, expression, the tears in his eyes, the amazement in his entire posture.


He feels compelled to sing along a bit, whisper singing the lyrics jab tak iss mohabbat ka phool na khile, tab tak iss dil ko sukoon na mile. He keeps his eyes on the phone as it continues to play, not daring to look at Liam’s face yet. It’s something he’s really proud of- the melody and the lyrics. His hands are shaking as he clicks play, the slow, melodic beat flooding the room. He concentrates on ignoring Liam’s confused, but somehow still eager face, and looks for the tune on his phone. ‘I’m going to play it for you first this time, yeah? It’s a bit special to me. He takes a deep breath, before wriggling a bit to remove his phone. They snuggle comfortably, Zayn’s legs folded over Liam’s. He nods, reaching down to take his hand and guides him to the loveseat. Liam rubs his back gently, a frown etched into his forehead because Zayn’s usually leaps and bounds more excited than he is today to show Liam his work. He smells of comfort, of detergent and a bit of citrus and Zayn feels so much better. He prances over to Zayn, and kisses him, making Zayn sag into his body. There’s a booming sound of feet pounding on the stairs as Liam runs down, and eager grin on his face because he knows Zayn’s finished a piece today. He unlocks the door, his nerves tingling more than ever as he steps in and calls out a soft ' Liam'. He can’t handle Liam ever being disappointed in him. He just wants Liam to be proud of him, honestly. But Zayn knows him well enough to realise. If he thought the lyrics were too sappy, the melody too boring and slow, the. He doesn’t think he could handle it if Liam didn’t like it. All his vulnerability, enhanced by the language he loves, all of his love. Now he’s a little wary and nervous, having his heart and soul put into that song. Zayn was so sure Liam would love it, but now. And it’s in his native language, which he’s been keeping from Liam because Liam loves surprises and. It’s their little tradition, Zayn returning from the studio after a songs wrap up to sit on the loveseat together and have him sing it softly before playing the finished piece while Liam fondly grins at him and kisses him sweetly, declaring his love for it. He’d finally finished the last minute touches and polishing on Flower, his favourite track, and he’s a wee bit nervous to let Liam listen to it. He’s hesitant in his step as he climbs the slightly steep slope leading to their house.
