Two  chapters in one day! Just to get you properly started. I'll be doing my usual weekly update with this story as well. #KeepMeSunday 

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"We got a lot done today."

Zayn hummed his agreement as he kicked his shoes off at the end of the bed. He saw Liam pick them up with his own and put them back in the closet. He couldn't help but smile at how accustomed to each other they'd both become already. They didn't stay in the same room for the months they lived together before. Hell, Liam spent half that time avoiding Zayn. But now they were together from breakfast to bed and every moment in between.

The first day Zayn woke up beside Liam he thought maybe he'd lost his mind. Maybe he was still dreaming and this was his fantasy life. But then Liam had grunted and curled into Zayn's chest, and the warmth of him, the solid weight against his body, had given him all the proof he'd needed.

He'd done it. He'd saved the man he loved and now he had him. He'd pulled Liam closer and kissed the short, soft edge of his hair. The rest of it didn't matter. All he'd left behind didn't matter. What mattered was the man sleeping beside him right then.

"...left is to confirm our families' bookings and Roo's dress will need to be altered. And..."

Zayn tuned back into to what Liam was saying. He came up to where Liam was hanging his jacket back up and curled his arms around his waist. "Don't worry about all that. That's what we have Serena for. You," he kissed his neck, "should relax. You've done everything you need to do."

"I still have to get our playlist to the DJ. Nikkah is a couple days away don't forget. And confirm the final guest list with the caterer. Our sisters are going to want to spend some time together. I should book them some spa thingy or something. I-"

Zayn promptly quieted that nonsense with a kiss, long and hard. He turned Liam to him and tilted their heads to deepen it, sucking Liam's bottom lip between his own. Liam groaned quietly as his eyes fell shut, his shoulders relaxing, and his breathing slowing down. When Zayn was satisfied he pulled back and thumbed across Liam's cheeks, eyebrows, forehead. "No more talk of planning. Tomorrow is another day." He slid his hand down Liam's arm to take his hand. "For now," he nodded to the bed, "lay down. I'll give you a massage."

Liam shook his head. "Sir, you don't have to do that. I should be giving you one."

Zayn pushed Liam to the bed on his stomach, hands pushing his shirt up and off his body with Liam's help. "You have been running around making the day of our dreams come true. You deserve a massage." He swung a leg over Liam's thighs and sat on top of him as his hands started working Liam's back muscles to relax.

Liam sighed gratefully into the pillow, so Zayn dug in a little more, hands molding against Liam's tan skin. He leaned down and kissed the back of his slave's neck. "You are the most incredible person I've ever known." Liam buried his face deeper in the linens, but Zayn saw the bright flush color his cheeks. "I mean it. Without you, all of this means nothing. I have nothing unless I have you."

Liam's hand came up to squeeze Zayn's thigh as he turned his head enough to see him. "I love you, too. Truly."

Zayn offered him a chaste kiss in return for his sentiment. "Relax. Let me take care of you."

Liam did.

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The next two weeks felt like a day and a million years simultaneously. Liam was checking things off his mental list constantly, asking Zayn for a second opinion, and then being assured by Zayn his first opinion was the best one.

When the day came and the chairs were in place, and the food was waiting on hot plates, and Liam was in his dressing room (just on the other side of a wall from Zayn's) with Harry and his mum and his sisters, he found himself opening the conjoining door just a crack and calling Zayn's name with his eyes closed.

The people on both sides of the wall went quiet and Liam heard Zayn's footsteps steadily make their way over. Then a hand was reaching through the crack and Zayn's voice was low but calm, "I'm not looking, I promise. What's wrong, babe?"

Liam took the offered hand, head leaning against the door. "Nothing bad. I just-I guess I'm not used to going all morning without touching you." He felt a soft thud and then a gentle weight on the door, letting Liam know Zayn was leaning against it too. He pressed his hand tighter to Zayn's.

"I know. I didn't even get to eat breakfast with you this morning. Did you eat?"

Liam laughed a little at Zayn's natural need to provide for Liam. "Of course. Kalli made my favorite."

"Sausage and eggs," they said together.

Liam laughed and Zayn sighed, pulling Liam's hand closer to him. He moved incrementally closer to the open space between the door and the frame and whispered. "I'm the luckiest man on the planet."

Liam rolled his eyes, because no, he would not cry yet. Instead he squeezed Zayn's hand and said, "No peeking."

"Promise."

Liam closed his eyes and moved out the way so he could open the door. He put a hand in front of him and felt up Zayn's chest to his face while he leaned in, moving his fingers away just as his lips fell to Zayn's face. He landed just right of his lips and Zayn quickly tilted his head to catch Liam's lips properly. Liam's hand slid around to the back of Zayn's neck and pulled him close.

They heard the collective sound of oooh's and awww's, and then a shutter sound following. Liam pulled away smiling wide and pat Zayn on the chest. "Enough of that. You're going to make me late, and I've got some place to be."

"Someone more important got your attention?"

"Oh yeah," Liam urged, eyes still held tightly closed, "he's this dark, handsome one that knows exactly what to say and how to hold me. Better watch out; I don't think there's anyone out there that can beat him."

Zayn surged forward and had Liam's lips again for a hot moment before pulling him into his arms and burying his face in Liam's neck. "I love you so much."

Liam felt along Zayn back, hand smoothing over his jacket. "I love you, Zayn."

Zayn gave him one more kiss, a quick one to the cheek before letting him go. And if he did peek; just had to open his eyes and get a glimpse at Liam backing away from the door with a giant grin on his face, well then, Liam would never know.

***

The ceremony was ideal. The two families entered, carrying lit tea light candles to signify good luck for the couple's future. Liam and Zayn walked after them, both in all white except for Zayn's brightly colored scarf that his father placed on him earlier that day. They met in the middle of a long beach laid with a stone path, under pillars covered in white lilies. They wrote their own vows, and then cried like babies during them.

Liam brought Zayn's knuckles to his mouth to kiss them and took a breath. "Zayn." Zayn smiled at his name coming from Liam's lips. "I know I tell you all the time that we're fated to be together. That everything we've been through and everything we've had to do to be together only proves to me how we're meant to be. And I know I always tell you that you saved me, that you gave me life, gave me love, when I never thought that was in the cards for me.

I say that stuff all the time because I don't think I'll ever be able to put into words all the stuff you've given me. When I see you reading in our library, or talking to your mum on the phone, I just think how incredibly lucky I am that you found me. I try to imagine what my life would be like without you and I can't. And I'm so glad I'll never have to. You've made me believe in love, Zayn Malik. And I'll spend the rest of my life making you believe it, too."

Zayn was crying already. Liam was bawling by the end. But Zayn was still to go. He cleared his throat and only let go of Liam's hand long enough to wipe his eyes before looking back at him and starting.

"Liam, you tell me all the time that I saved you." Liam huffed a laugh at their similar lines of thinking when they wrote these. "But you don't understand that you're the one who saved me. I was hollow before I met you. Even when you weren't mine, when you would just run around my home gym and tease me with those cut off vests." Liam laughed wetly through his tears.

"Even then, I knew that my house would never be same if you were to ever leave. And then I lost you, and it was like you took my heart and soul with you. I was just a shell of a man without you. The love you show me, the way you love me, makes me who I am. I never want to know what another day without you feels like. I will keep you by my side, forever and always. I will love you until the day I die and then another day after. I may have saved you, but Liam, you saved me, too."

Zayn finished his last words with a thick throat and tight grip on Liam's hands. They heard sniffles from the crowd, but couldn't stand to look anywhere but at each other. They leaned that much closer, faces coming just inches apart. "Might want to get a move on before I ruin this by kissing you too soon."

Liam bit down on his laugh while their families and guests laughed along. They stood patiently while their union was blessed and they switched each other's rings onto the proper hand, and finally, finally, Zayn got to place gentle hands on either side of Liam's face and kiss him so slowly and so sweetly that Liam felt light-headed when he finally pulled away.

They danced and drank and then danced and then snogged. By the time the kids were at home and Zayn had Liam pulled against him, swaying to a slow song while Liam kept his lips pressed to Zayn's neck, not kissing but just there, Zayn was already daydreaming of their lives together.

He turned his head to whisper in Liam's ear. "I promise to read your favorite stories to you all the time." Liam hummed contentedly at his words. "I promise to try and learn new recipes every so often." Liam did kiss his neck then, lips puckering lazily to press to the skin. "I promise to record all of the footie matches so you don't miss them." Liam laughed and nibbled on his skin then. Zayn swallowed hard and let his eyes fall shut.

"I promise to take care of you. I promise to treat you well. I promise to make you feel good whenever I can." Liam nosed up and down the side of Zayn's neck, inhaling his familiar scent, while he trailed soft kisses along his path.

"I promise to hold you tight and kiss you before I make love to you. Every single time." Liam sighed, a bit desperately. "I promise to make love to you more than I fuck you. And I promise to fuck you a lot." Liam laughed again, but bit harder on the soft curve under Zayn's chin.

"I promise to touch you to remind you I'm always there." His hands slid down Liam's back to his hips. "I promise to show you just how good you make me feel." He pressed his hips to Liam's, rolling against him softly. "I promise to make you feel as good as you make me feel." He rolled harder, with purpose, and Liam moaned quietly against his jaw.

"I promise you, Liam Malik," they both groaned at the name, "to take you home tonight and open you slowly before finally giving you everything you deserve and more. Because I love you, and you are finally mine."

Liam huffed a breath of fire through his nose and looked up into Zayn's dark eyes. "Let's go," he ordered and tugged Zayn with him towards the back door.