#fetus ziam

[ziamslvr]

fetus ziam always so Casually and effortlessly serving face, body and outfit!

[losing-my-mind-in-the-mirror]

The SugarScape Interviews actually gave us so much.

[ziambromancewithsilentb]

Zayn: Why can't I stop? Why can't I stop feeling like the butterflies in my stomach is only getting stronger each day, trying to open my ribcage to fly to Liam? Why can't I stop being attached to him like this when in reality he's never been mine?I'd die for him if he asks me to and I'd never regret even one second for it. Why can't he see what he means to me? 😔

Liam: Zayn and I are more than friends! We are besties. 😁

[yaz-the-spaz]

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in case anyone needed some cute reminders for reasons to believe...

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Reblog with your the most painful ZIAM gif/pic and lets cry over them together.

[running-out-of-infinity]

you set me free

[ifigureditout]

Here to Help

With Louis’ help, Liam finally gets up the nerve to ask Zayn on a second date. [Chapter Twelve of So Take Me to the Paradise in Your Eyes, a Fetus Uni AU]

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Ignoring his phone turns out to be easier than he thought. Liam purposefully leaves it on his desk when he goes to class, not allowing himself to come back for it on his lunch break. Instead, he stays in the lunch hall and stares at the wall as he tries to avoid thinking about Zayn.

When he finally trudges home after a long day of classes, Louis pounces immediately. “Are you so busy with your new boy toy that you’re ignoring me now?” He yells out as Liam just so much as opens the front door.

“No,” Liam shrugs, peeking around the corner of the kitchen to see Louis drowning in homework, spewed all over the table like a volcanic explosion of paper.

“Didn’t take it with me today.”

Louis’ eyes form into slits as he analyzes Liam. Seemingly able to read way too much into him within just a couple of seconds, he just nods slowly--no wonder Liam had hated Louis at first. “Why?” He sounds almost suspicious, trying to read between the lines.

Liam gulps. “Dunno,” he attempts weakly, pushing against the wall he’d been leaning against as he tries to run away.

“No, no, no. Liam James Payne,” Louis scolds, stopping Liam in his tracks. “You haven’t talked to him again yet, have you?”

Liam clears his throat just slightly, feeling it dry up quickly. “Not yet,” he sighs. “But I will,” he adds quickly to placate Louis.

Staring him down for a moment, Louis pushes his chair back to stand up. “You want to see this lad again, right?” he asks gently, taking a step closer to pat Liam gently on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” Liam almost whispers, feeling quite silly for the way the word leaves his mouth.

“Well, then,” Louis replies. “Be right back.”

Shuffling into the next room, he grabs Liam’s phone off of the desk. He hands it back to him in a surprisingly smooth motion, not attempting to keep it out of his grasp or anything. “Let’s write out your message to him now, practice a bit.” He ruffles up Liam’s hair as Liam takes the phone from him. “Then, tomorrow, you’ll have nothing to worry about when you send it to him, okay?”

Liam doesn’t respond, can’t find it in himself to do so. Offering a small nod, he just stares at the floor beneath his feet.

“You’re doing ace, Li,” Louis smiles, gesturing him back to the tabletop, still full to capacity with papers. “Now, come on, before I grow a beard and start to turn grey.”

They work on the message for a solid thirty minutes, Liam hemming and hawing over every single detail. He’s still not quite sure where he’s going to take Zayn, but he doesn’t mention this to Louis, making up a place to get him off his chest.

When he finally finishes, he closes the Notes app with a low exhale, suddenly catching wave of all the other notifications he’s missed throughout the day. There’s Niall, checking up on him. (Bless that boy, honestly.) There’s at least ten messages from Louis, getting more and more needy as the day goes on. Liam just snorts, showing Louis the messages with a raise of his eyebrows.

“What?” Louis says innocently. “I thought you could be dead, Liam.”

Liam just rolls his eyes. “No, you didn’t.”

“If you’re not giving me attention, then you might as well be dead,” Louis sniffs with a pout.

Liam just blinks at him. “Wow.”

He hasn’t stopped staring at him when Louis backtracks a bit with a laugh. “Too far?”

“Yeah, just a wee bit,” Liam offers dryly. He grins at Louis, anyway.

Finally, he gets to the bottom of his messages. It came in this morning from Zayn. All it reads is, had a great time yesterday :) thanks for being cool with my fear of heights

Liam sucks in a breath, feeling horribly that he hadn’t seen the message until now. He hopes that Zayn hasn’t read too much into it. With a sinking heart, he realizes that, yeah, he needs to ask Zayn out again tomorrow, before he gets the idea that Liam’s really not that interested.

Because Liam is. In fact, he’s almost more afraid of how interested he is than anything else.

sorry didnt have my phone on me today

He sends the first message so that he can more easily set up his next one.

i did too :D thanks for being cool with my fear of lads haha

Zayn’s reply is almost immediate, as if Liam had flipped on a switch.

of course, here to help ;)

Liam considers asking Zayn out again right now, is about to type out the message when the pit in his stomach returns. Where can he take Zayn that won’t completely terrify him? He wants to do something a bit more public than before, but not something so far that he loses his courage.

Glancing at the clock, he sees that it’s almost midnight already. So, he allows himself a bit more time.

gotta head to bed soon. talk tomorrow?

Liam can almost hear Zayn’s reply in his head, the fond smile taking over his face as he imagines it.

ill be here :)

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The next day, Liam decides to ring up Zayn. The pitter-patter of his heart reminds him that he hates the idea, but he also… well, he wants to talk to Zayn, if he’s being honest with himself.

Also, there’s that nagging voice in the back of his head reminding him that when they’re together, he isn’t able to give Zayn enough, not with the confinement he constantly feels himself straining against, of the way he still feels like he has to hide, of the stutters and shaky hands he can’t move on from.

“Hey,” he forces himself to say when Zayn picks up, sounding a bit shy himself.

“I was calling to see if maybe you’d want to go out again?” He doesn’t allow Zayn to continue. “Like, tomorrow night maybe?”

Liam can hardly think, he’s so nervous, but he swears he can hear a hint of a smile in his voice as he agrees softly. “Sure, yeah.”

“I was thinking we could maybe go to a movie?”

“You could say whatever, Liam, and I’d still agree to go,” Zayn chuckles lightly, his words coming out before he has the chance to fully screen them. Or even screen them in the slightest. Oops.

Liam gulps at this, the fear and anxiety coming back about what if he’s not good enough for Zayn? He’s just waiting for the moment he inevitably lets him down, once and for all.

He doesn’t say any of that, though.

“Me too,” he responds quietly, not quite sure what that means, but it seems right for the moment. “I’d offer to pick you up, but I don’t have a car.” He laughs, hearing the nerves palpably crack in his voice.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pick you up again. 7 o’clock?”

“Perfect. See you then,” he smiles, waiting for Zayn to give a similar response before he hangs up the phone and lets out a sigh of relief. His heart is pounding so hard that he can hear it ringing throughout his whole body.

“Louis!” He yells happily as he runs to the door of his room, flinging it open so he can find his roommate and tell him the good news. “I’ve got a dateeeee!”

[strip-it-off]

Harry is me!!!