Zayn tosses and turns, listening to the snores of the boys around him, and dreams of Niall.
“Zayn!”
Zayn looks up just in time to catch Niall as he jumps in his arms, both of them going down hard on the grass in a tangled heap.
“Niall,” Zayn yells in response, laughing as they squirm against each other, protecting his sides when Niall goes for his most vulnerable, ticklish spots.
“You took forever,” Niall complains. He straddles Zayn’s lap and pins both of Zayn’s wrists down in his hands. His body blocks out the sun, and Zayn looks up at him, at the bright glow that surrounds him, and at his wide, shining smile.
“Well if someone hadn’t demanded lunch, I’d have made it a lot sooner,” he says. He wriggles out of Niall’s hold, flipping them over and reversing their positions. He ducks his head, trying to kiss Niall through their smiles, and hums as their mouths meet, breathing in the smell of fresh grass and flowers that surrounds them.
“What would I do without you?” Niall asks minutes later, already tearing into his sandwich after they come up for air. He grins around a mouthful of turkey and bread, a small bit of mustard at the corner of his mouth.
“Starve, probably,” Zayn says, shaking his head. He looks out across the field, watching Harry chase after Louis, both of them jostling the other as they try to steal the football they’re kicking around. Liam is on the sidelines, stripping out of his hoodie as he calls out to them. Zayn can’t hear him from where they’re sitting, but he watches as Harry throws back his head and laughs, distracted enough for Louis to kick the ball away, crowing triumphantly as he makes off towards the goal.
“You gonna join in?” Zayn asks, nodding over to the pitch and the other boys.
“Probably shouldn’t, with my knee and all,” Niall says, frowning. It’s been bothering him more lately, and Zayn’s been helping him with his therapy exercises every morning, counting the seconds under his breath as Niall breathes through the pain.
“Besides,” Niall begins, crumpling the sandwich paper in his hands as he forces Zayn back down on grass. He cuddles up against him, curling up on his chest as Zayn puts an arm around him. “I like where I am right now.”
Zayns looks down at him and smiles, planting a kiss on the top of his head. “Yeah,” he says, closing his eyes against the sunlight. “Me too.”
Zayn tosses and turns, listening to the snores of the boys around him, and dreams of Niall.
“Zayn!”
Zayn looks up just in time to catch Niall as he jumps in his arms, both of them going down hard on the grass in a tangled heap.
“Niall,” Zayn yells in response, laughing as they squirm against each other, protecting his sides when Niall goes for his most vulnerable, ticklish spots.
“You took forever,” Niall complains. He straddles Zayn’s lap and pins both of Zayn’s wrists down in his hands. His body blocks out the sun, and Zayn looks up at him, at the bright glow that surrounds him, and at his wide, shining smile.
“Well if someone hadn’t demanded lunch, I’d have made it a lot sooner,” he says. He wriggles out of Niall’s hold, flipping them over and reversing their positions. He ducks his head, trying to kiss Niall through their smiles, and hums as their mouths meet, breathing in the smell of fresh grass and flowers that surrounds them.
“What would I do without you?” Niall asks minutes later, already tearing into his sandwich after they come up for air. He grins around a mouthful of turkey and bread, a small bit of mustard at the corner of his mouth.
“Starve, probably,” Zayn says, shaking his head. He looks out across the field, watching Harry chase after Louis, both of them jostling the other as they try to steal the football they’re kicking around. Liam is on the sidelines, stripping out of his hoodie as he calls out to them. Zayn can’t hear him from where they’re sitting, but he watches as Harry throws back his head and laughs, distracted enough for Louis to kick the ball away, crowing triumphantly as he makes off towards the goal.
“You gonna join in?” Zayn asks, nodding over to the pitch and the other boys.
“Probably shouldn’t, with my knee and all,” Niall says, frowning. It’s been bothering him more lately, and Zayn’s been helping him with his therapy exercises every morning, counting the seconds under his breath as Niall breathes through the pain.
“Besides,” Niall begins, crumpling the sandwich paper in his hands as he forces Zayn back down on grass. He cuddles up against him, curling up on his chest as Zayn puts an arm around him. “I like where I am right now.”
Zayns looks down at him and smiles, planting a kiss on the top of his head. “Yeah,” he says, closing his eyes against the sunlight. “Me too.”
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