liam malik and zayn payne

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dailydoseofziam:

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niazli:

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youtuber direction: louis’ channel

request-littlemix:

its a great thing that the girls are taking their time with album 3 cause remember how rushed the whole salute era was?? they recorded the whole album in less than two weeks, released the album a WEEK after the lead single came out not to mention the lazy shitty ass promo campaign. the fact that theyre taking their time means they’ve learned from the stupid mistakes they made in the past. just be patient and im sure it’ll all be worth the wait

thepromptfactory:


AU : The X factor’s judge Louis Tomlinson, 22, dating contestant Harry Styles, 18.

But like, 22 year old Louis is a former teen popstar that has sold millions of records, charmed teens across the world, and following the years of his life where he sold out stadiums and arenas around the globe, has been headhunted by Simon Cowell to be a judge on the latest season of The X-Factor UK. Enter Harry. An eighteen year old heartthrob that immediately impresses all the judges and the home viewers. Louis knows he is in the presence of someone special. Someone that can just pick up a guitar, strum a few notes, and sing a hauntingly beautiful, original tune. Harry ends up on Simon’s team, however this doesn’t stop Louis from checking in with Harry from time to time. Just to make sure his youth isn’t affecting his belief in himself. Harry and Louis click right off the bat and continue a nice friendship throughout Harry’s stint on the show. Harry gets through week after week, not only appealing to teenage girls, but also captivating older audiences. He has never been shy about his sexuality, and home audiences ship him with the also-out Louis. Shockingly, Harry is eliminated in the penultimate week, coming fourth overall. Harry is upset, but it is not until Louis goes to comfort him (“Hazza, who cares? Everyone knows the people that come third and fourth do better than the winner anyway”), that Harry admits he was more upset because he feels like he has disappointed Louis. And then the home audience’s ship comes to life. Harry and Louis begin dating after the season ends. Although Louis wasn’t his mentor, the pair decided it would be best for appearances to hold off until the competition was over. Cue candid shots at all hours of the day. Harry and Louis, walking in the park, and feeding the ducks. Harry and Louis, out for dinner at small, intimate venues, leaving with their hands clasped . Harry and Louis, out at all the events of the season, dressed in tailored suits. Harry and Louis, when Harry’s career takes off and he’s invited to every launch ever. Harry and Louis, when Louis’ song-writing is recognised and he becomes a lecturer at the local (prestigious) music college. Harry and Louis, when Louis judges on The X-Factor the following year, and his guest mentor at home visits is Harry, and all the groups get flown to their house in LA, and get to see the Larry love-nest in all its glory. Harry and Louis, when they finally get engaged. And all of the UK can attest to the fact that they saw the blossoming love between the former popstar turned successful songwriter, and the fourth-placed indie artist who hit the bigtime. A love story for the ages.

thepromptfactory:

AU : The X factor’s judge Louis Tomlinson, 22, dating contestant Harry Styles, 18.

But like, 22 year old Louis is a former teen popstar that has sold millions of records, charmed teens across the world, and following the years of his life where he sold out stadiums and arenas around the globe, has been headhunted by Simon Cowell to be a judge on the latest season of The X-Factor UK. Enter Harry. An eighteen year old heartthrob that immediately impresses all the judges and the home viewers. Louis knows he is in the presence of someone special. Someone that can just pick up a guitar, strum a few notes, and sing a hauntingly beautiful, original tune. Harry ends up on Simon’s team, however this doesn’t stop Louis from checking in with Harry from time to time. Just to make sure his youth isn’t affecting his belief in himself. Harry and Louis click right off the bat and continue a nice friendship throughout Harry’s stint on the show. Harry gets through week after week, not only appealing to teenage girls, but also captivating older audiences. He has never been shy about his sexuality, and home audiences ship him with the also-out Louis. Shockingly, Harry is eliminated in the penultimate week, coming fourth overall. Harry is upset, but it is not until Louis goes to comfort him (“Hazza, who cares? Everyone knows the people that come third and fourth do better than the winner anyway”), that Harry admits he was more upset because he feels like he has disappointed Louis. And then the home audience’s ship comes to life. Harry and Louis begin dating after the season ends. Although Louis wasn’t his mentor, the pair decided it would be best for appearances to hold off until the competition was over. Cue candid shots at all hours of the day. Harry and Louis, walking in the park, and feeding the ducks. Harry and Louis, out for dinner at small, intimate venues, leaving with their hands clasped . Harry and Louis, out at all the events of the season, dressed in tailored suits. Harry and Louis, when Harry’s career takes off and he’s invited to every launch ever. Harry and Louis, when Louis’ song-writing is recognised and he becomes a lecturer at the local (prestigious) music college. Harry and Louis, when Louis judges on The X-Factor the following year, and his guest mentor at home visits is Harry, and all the groups get flown to their house in LA, and get to see the Larry love-nest in all its glory. Harry and Louis, when they finally get engaged. And all of the UK can attest to the fact that they saw the blossoming love between the former popstar turned successful songwriter, and the fourth-placed indie artist who hit the bigtime. A love story for the ages.

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awoopsehdaiseh:

iggycat:

Someone needs to write a ‘the fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear’ AU

It takes Zayn a couple of seconds to realise what’s happening. The screeching sound of the fire alarm isn’t what woke him up but…


❝ 23 AND 31 ZIAM PLS ❞

tomlinzn:

how do they hug? kiss? tease? flirt? comfort?

we’ve all seen how they hug. it’s full-bodied, everything aligned because they fucking fit, two puzzle pieces. zayn’s arms tight around liam’s neck or over his shoulders, around his waist, his face pillowed into his chest or against one broad shoulder, and liam breathes zayn into his lungs, nuzzles into his hair or dips low to press his mouth against the cut of zayn’s jaw. he maps out the knobs of zayn’s spine or lets his hands span across the slender splay of zayn’s waist, and zayn just holds on tight and lets liam anchor him down. for a moment they’re the only ones who exist, and for more than that they’re the only ones who matters, they’re one galaxy within themselves when they’re this close.

they kiss depending on their moods, obviously. liam’s more into kissing and zayn’s more into random, gentle touches as if to remind liam that hey, he’s here, he’s always right here, but when they get into it—god, do they really get into it. there are gentle pecks every morning and before they go to sleep or just in passing, just when they want to feel each other. there are kisses on the couch or after a date, a little longer, softer, when zayn pulls liam close by the nape of his neck and liam tangles a hand into zayn’s hair. and then when they make out it’s fervent, it’s needy—they moan into the minute space between them, mouths moving hot and frantic, liam feeling every inch of zayn’s body he can while zayn just grabs on and doesn’t let go, as if he might float away from the way his heart’s unstoppable behind his ribs and how his blood is rushing in his ears and the only thing he can hear is liam’s staccato breathing. they press into each other and let their pulses align, liam mouthing at the prominent veins of zayn’s throat, zayn rutting his hips into liam’s without even realizing it—just, god, it’s surpasses just wanting. when they kiss this way it’s like they can’t breathe if they don’t get their fill.

their teasing is always gentle, with a note of adoration behind it. whereas louis is relentless with taking the piss out of harry, zayn and liam aren’t quite that way. it’s always soft—hey, i’m lee-yum, i’ve got a six-pack, or where’s my mirror? i need a mirror! or something of that nature. liam always apologizes all heartfelt right into zayn’s ear after teasing, but zayn’s a little meaner and just sticks with smiling in a way that he always hopes conveys how much he loves all of liam, including his dumb six-pack.

when they flirt it’s definitely similar, and it’s hardly ever verbal. it’s all touching and smiling, long, fond gazes. zayn drawing a fingertip against the inseam of liam’s jeans, liam stretching an arm behind zayn and digging his fingertips into the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. like, yeah, there’s sexual tension sometimes, but mostly it’s just them saying i love you, i love you, i love you in every way they can. 

and let’s be honest, comfort is what they’re best at when it comes to each other. liam is insecure and so self-critical that it makes zayn ache right down to his bones, and when he comes back with his mouth pinched and eyes dewy zayn pulls him in and lets liam murmur everything that’s wrong into his shoulder. when everything’s pressing down too hard on zayn’s shoulders, when he’s tired of being reserved and mysterious, when he thinks getting out of bed might be the biggest accomplishment of the day—that’s when liam will tell him how fucking beautiful he is, when he’ll press kisses behind zayn’s ears and the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose and tell him it’s okay, it’s all okay.

do they have finish each other’s sentences? pick up any phrases or habits from each other? know when the other is hiding something?

they always know the gist of what the other is saying, definitely. they know how a sentence is going to finish or where the other is going with an answer to a question, but the thing is, they’re so intent on what’s being said; every word that comes out is something important. they always want to listen to each other, always, so they don’t quite finish each other’s sentences but they definitely do understand.

and they probably are quite good at picking up habits from each other, but they’re both so individual; they’re not two parts of one whole but they’re two wholes that have come together. it’s just natural for them to have similar manners of speaking, or for them to somehow end up liking the same drink or listen to the same music, but it’s nothing big. i think they haven’t changed too much because of each other.

let’s be honest, though, they don’t really hide much from each other. they’re content keeping each other’s secrets, but liam’s absolutely terrible at bullshitting and zayn’s so naturally quiet that he overdoes it when he tries to keep something quiet, so yeah, they’re both very aware when something’s being hidden. 

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awoopsehdaiseh:

Still can’t decide which I would enjoy more:

  • captain swan ziam AU where Zayn is Hook and Liam is Emma and the sexual tension is out of this world. Partners who trust and depend on each other. Lovers who work on their issues together but are more compatible than they even realise. SMITTEN ZAYN…


❝ well since you asked... drabble on spy!ziam? ❞

tomlinzn:

a/n: not much of a drabble. 2.4k words of……. who the fuck knows. not all that much ziam either, but i tried. :^)

Zayn inhales until his chest pulls tight and jumps.

He’s got a blueprint tucked in one of his jacket pockets, an unassuming pistol under his waistband, and a frustrated groan working out of his throat as Harry anchors his arm around Zayn’s waist, taking some of the shock of his fall off of his bent knees. It’s only about fifteen feet between the aluminum-encased trap door and the ground, anyway. Zayn can deal with the acute ache in his joints later.

“Mate, he’s looking pretty suspicious,” Niall is saying into his left ear, and Zayn just barely keeps from rolling his eyes, the thud of his boots against the tiled flooring too loud in such an empty space.

He and Harry are navigating the underground level of this small, nearly private airport, trailing an older man who’s suspected of handing out information about nuclear weapons and trafficking guns and other wonderful things to warlords overseas. It’s a pretty standard operation; while Zayn’s heart doesn’t fail to throb incessantly, he’s not all that worried.

After three years, sixty-some confrontations, and a whole lot of time spent in hospital, he thinks he’s got it all down. Harry’s a good partner too, anyway, even if he’s ruining the whole team dynamic by going off to work with Louis on a regular basis instead of him after Nick’s untimely resignation, leaving Zayn with a new guy he’s still yet to meet, even though the details had been set in stone months ago.

(Except no one ever resigns from this job, not really. It’s the kind of thing that tends to haunt you.)

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Anonymous said:

❝ i think you meant pooped not pooed or? ❞

hmm… i really don’t know. it works both ways a bit

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mrpond