i'm not waiting but i'm willing if you call me up by niallhoranbitches (ao3)
ziall | 37k | wrong number AU | rating: teen | fluff | slow burn
There was a short silence on the line and Zayn thought that it was his only chance. Who might had known how long that guy’s next speech could be.
“I’m sorry, but… You’ve probably called the wrong number,” Zayn said.
As a response, Zayn had gotten another pause. “You don’t sound like Harry,” the voice finally said, confused.
Zayn chuckled, “That might be because I’m not a Harry. You called the wrong guy.”
“Fuck. I’m going to die here,” the unknown caller whined, sounding quite miserable.
part of the 1D collab: round 1 - i was so excited to work the art on this! i was looking for reasons to draw and this fic gave me one. collaborated with @flickerofziall (niallhoranbitches) aka the writer! she’s the brains to this whole thing!
Zayn rolls them over and kisses Niall, so good so, that Niall almost forgets what he just asked.
When Zayn pulls away, he’s flushed and Niall feels breathless, from both the kissing and how fucking stunning Zayn is.
“Yes,” Zayn says, and right. Niall asked him a question.
“Yeah?” he asks, biting down on his lip to contain the ridiculous smile fighting to break out. He’s got a hand at the back of Zayn’s neck and scratches lightly.
It’s Sunday morning, the sun is shining into their bedroom through the gaps in the blinds, and Niall is happier than he’s ever been in his life.
“Yeah,” Zayn repeats, pressing Niall back into the pillows when he kisses him again. His grin is wicked when he pulls back a little later. “Even though you just asked me to marry you in bed, with morning breath and no ring yet. Didn’t even get down on one knee, you barbarian.”
Niall laughs. “You know me knee’s probably gonna thank me for it. Reckon I might still be down there, unable to get up.”
Zayn snorts. “I’d’ve pulled you up, like. But honestly, you didn’t plan this, did you?”
“Nah,” Niall admits, face hot. “Pretty spontaneous, to be honest. I’ve known I want to marry you for a while, though.”
Zayn lies back down next to him, one arm tight around Niall’s waist. Niall kisses his shoulder.
“Yeah, me too,” Zayn murmurs, and it makes Niall’s heart race, the fact that he’s this lucky. “You make me so fucking happy.”
Niall’s glad it’s a Sunday and they have no plans, because there’s no way they’re getting out of this bed anytime soon.
16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?
I kind of hate a stereotype that we are rude? Because we are not rude but Swedes are NOT the people that get into your personal space and gets overly friendly with strangers. I know some people don’t like that but it’s just… a big thing. We are big on our personal space and not being ‘in the way’ or anything, if that makes sense? I feel Swedes are really nice, very much so, but we don’t want to make people uncomfortable and we keep to ourselves unless we feel it’s okay to talk to people. I think it is probably a bit weird to people that are used to everyone talking to everyone but here it’s just… no. I also kind of hate the whole ‘Swedes are so pretty’ thing because I hate going to concerts and dudes in bands wants to be all ‘oh look at all the gorgeous ladiiies’ like ew. I love the stereotype that we are feminists and enviromental maniacs though because HELL YES.
It’s been a good night, Niall thinks, putting down his beer. A great night, even. He’s seen a whole lot of his friends, watched some good performances, didn’t mess up during his own. Won an award! All on his own! He tries to tamp down on the smile, doesn’t want to look weird standing here in the middle of this AMA after party by himself and grinning like an idiot.
“What’re you smilin’ about?” A voice says, its owner sidling up to Niall and nudging him with his elbow in what is probably just him stumbling drunkenly but is such a welcome touch that Niall smiles even more.
Because yeah, there’s Shawn. He’s probably the greatest thing about tonight, although Niall would never tell him that. They sat next to each other for the entire award show, which was wonderful yet terrible because Shawn looks so good in a suit Niall’s not sure how he managed to tear his eyes away at all.
Now, with a little too much alcohol in his system, Niall’s scared he’s not gonna be able to stop looking once he starts. Still, like magnetism, his eyes are drawn to Shawn. And yeah, he doesn’t think he’s ever gonna be able to look away, not when Shawn’s face is flushed a lovely shade of pink, his eyes hooded and a little glassy, lips wet from whatever drink is in his glass. This is, Niall thinks with a rush of heat over his entire body, probably what he would look like right after coming, tired and fucked out and satisfied. Not that Niall would give him much time before making him come again, if he got the chance, no matter how tired he might be. He imagines Shawn being into that.
Fuck, he thinks, not the time for a stiffy, Horan.
“Niall?” Shawn asks, making Niall jump and tear his eyes away from Shawn’s mouth.
“Sorry, what?” he asks with a laugh that he hopes covers up the fact he was just thinking dirty things about his friend.
“I asked what you were smilin’ about.” Shawn’s very close, even closer than a few seconds ago, and Niall has to look up to him.
“Just thinkin’ how tonight was good, wasn’t it?” he says. “Both won an award, you an’ me.”
“You and me,” Shawn repeats, small smile on his lips. He downs the rest of his drink and slams the empty glass down on the counter, flinching at the noise. It’s cute, and Niall laughs.
He stops when Shawn takes another step closer, so close he can feel his body heat, and puts one of his big hands on Niall’s arm. Niall looks down and feels a shiver run down his spine. This is all too much, he’s had too much to drink to deal with this.
“You know what would make it even better?” Shawn says. He’s now fully pressed against Niall’s side, bent down so Niall can hear him over the noise of the party. Niall just keeps thinking about how they’re in public, how this must look, and how he never wants it to stop.
“Hm?” he makes, his hand settling at Shawn’s hip. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he can’t not touch him right now.
Shawn leans even closer, whispers it like a secret, “If you would come home with me.”
Niall takes a step back like he’s been burned, feeling hot all over. “You’re drunk, Shawn.”
“So what? Still know what I want. Been wantin’.”
He looks so earnest, eyes big and almost pleading, and Niall’s heart stutters in his chest. “Fuck.”
A grin flickers over Shawn’s face, it’s dirty and looks fucking hot on him. “That’s the goal.”
Niall lets himself be pulled close, Shawn’s hand strong on the fabric of his shirt, and palms at Shawn’s hip where they’re hidden by the bartop. He can’t believe this is happening, doesn’t know if they should be doing this tonight, with so much alcohol involved, but he knows the last thing he wants is to stay at this party.
hey pia do you think niall saw the bts to let me? do you think he couldn't help but giggle seeing how smiley and dorky zayn was? you think his heart was swelling with pride seeing how confident and at ease with people zayn seems to be? do you think he smiled knowing how much fun zayn had making this video because he knows zayn? you think he felt a hint of jealousy at the sight of that pretty girl zayn was making out with? do you think he sent him a message like "it was sick mate ! so proud !!!"
hey kas who said it was okay to send this?do you think they text, irregularly but not infrequently? and since that memorable phone call where they actually /talked/ for the first time in ages, do you think niall has made more of an effort to keep up with what zayn’s doing? do you think he feels like slowly, they might be okay again even though zayn broke his heart? even though yes, there’s still that ugly little sting when he sees zayn with someone else? do you think that now, the main thing he feels is happiness when he sees zayn smile instead of the bitterness that wouldn’t go away for too long, no matter how hard he tried and even though he understood why zayn did what he did? do you think niall feels hopeful?
hey pia ive just been thinking about that pic on shawns ig and ive also been thinking about an au where niall's the one to take this picture just before he walks up to shawn to kiss that slightly grumpy look off his face that was caused by niall yelling at him not to sit like that cause he could fell and maybe - just maybe - that kiss is to try to distract shawn enough to drag him away from that bloody guardrail and if it leads to anything else niall wont complain because
(2) what would be the point of dissappearing like that with his boyfriend if there wasn’t any of that involved and how could he resist when shawns arms looks like this especially when he lifts niall up and carries him back inside i just wanted to share this ok bye
drabble under the cut because i have no self control, thanks for this kas skhfjas
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It’s quite the view, actually, when Niall steps outside their hotel room onto the balcony, but his stomach still swoops with fear when he thinks of the drop right behind Shawn. They’re on the fifth floor, that’s way too high to be sitting on the railing!
“Get down there babe,” he says, voice still a little rough from sleep, “you’re gonna fall.”
Shawn looks up from where he’d been plucking on the strings of his guitar with a frown on his face. “I’m not a baby, I can look out for myself.”
He looks like a painting, Niall can’t help but notice, in his checkered pyjama pants and with his ruffled hair, one lock falling almost into his eyes. Fondness rises in his chest at the way Shawn’s brows are drawn and he lifts his phone, swiping open the camera app.
“Stay like that,” he says quietly, bites his lip to keep from smiling. Shawn stays still for just long enough to take one pictures, but breaks out into a smile immediately after.
“Not mad anymore?” he asks, turning his body further in Niall’s direction. He’s still sat on the railing though, and that won’t do.
“Wasn’t mad,” Niall says and takes a few steps towards his boyfriend. “Just worried about you.”
“I’m not gonna fall, Niall,” Shawn whispers, but he sounds distracted, his eyes clearly on Niall’s mouth. Niall smirks and Shawn snorts. “Don’t be so smug. You haven’t gotten a good morning kiss either yet.”
“True,” Niall says, gently taking the guitar from Shawn’s lax hands and leaning it against the railing next to them. He slides his arms up Shawn’s arms, his firm, beautiful, strong arms, and cups his neck, leaning in close to murmur, “good morning, petal.”
Shawn huffs, his breath tingling on Niall’s lips and wraps his arms around Niall’s middle before crossing the last few inches between them. He tastes minty and Niall smiles against his lips, endeared by the thought they both took care to brush their teeth before this.
Gently, he lets his hand move from Shawn’s neck to his back, pulling just enough to get Shawn to move away from the railing.
He bites at Niall’s lip lightly, laughing a little. “That your plan all along?”
“Maybe,” Niall says, doesn’t move an inch away and he gets his way when Shawn deepens the kiss again. “The bed is still warm.”
“Hmm, is that so,” Shawn hums, and suddenly his hands are under Niall’s bum and he’s lifting him up as if that’s a thing one just does. Niall wraps his legs around Shawn’s hips, and okay, he knew Shawn was strong, but this is, like, really hot.
Shawn carries him inside without being even a little bit winded, and drops Niall onto the bed before following, caging him in and grinning at Niall wickedly.
“Got your way, huh?” he says and Niall doesn’t reply, just pulls Shawn in by the back of his neck.
He got his way, Shawn’s in no danger to fall off the banister anymore, and now he’s gonna enjoy the rest of the weekend away with his boyfriend, in the best way possible.
