Burning Desires

Ch. 44: PCH

(A/N: Hey guys! What is up withcha!? Ahaha, I'm doing pretty good so I figured eh why not update?

Oh! You know about the collaborationing story I'm doing called "50 Shades of Brown"? Well we posted our first chappie on Sunday so yassss! Please go check it out you guys!

You definitely won't be disappointed :).

Also I made a new twitter because my old one, I no longer have access to it :/ bummer. Especially since that's the account Justin Bieber followed me on *cries*.

But anyway my name is @miabuggful04 so please follow me and I'll def follow back :).

Joke of the day ;) :

Why did the stadium get hot after the game?

Because all of the fans left XD

Sea ya guys in bits! :F)

You can hug the sky if you want to
Cause you're beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

"Zayn are you sure about this?" Louis questions for the fourth time this early Friday morning as he parks his car in a parking space of the town's main attractive park.

Zayn turns his head, puffing out an annoyed breath because why wouldn't he be sure?

Especially when he could've been sleeping his morning away in his comfortable bed, not running around with chilly wind surrounding them and what's look like frost on the ground.

"Yes Louis, would ya stop asking?" He rolls his eyes as Louis nods, exhaling through his departed pale lips because he feels like this is going to be a very long morning.

They both open their respective doors, Louis a second or two behind, with Zayn holding Louis' soccer ball at his side. Leaning up against the car as he waits for Louis to walk with him to the field.

Louis reaches his arm to the backseat to grab his bag of equipment that can help Zayn to learn the basics of football. Unfortunately to Zayn's dismay, Louis' taking his sweet ass time.

"Louis, c'mon. It's fucking cold out here," he tries to shake his legs out, awkwardly jumping to get his blood pumping and to get the chilling windchill off his hairy legs since he decided to wear basketball shorts.

Whoever said hair blocks out the cold was a fucking liar.

"I'm coming, hold on," Louis retorts making Zayn roll his eyes and put his hands into the pockets of his hooded jacket, squirming around slightly.

The car door slamming snaps him out of his unimportant thoughts as he looks over his shoulder to make sure Louis isn't doing anything else, finding him walking towards him with a Nike bag over his shoulder.

He looks hot, if Zayn had to be quite honest. He nibbles onto his bottom lip as Louis saunters over to him with his navy blue hoodie that always smelt like cool ranch doritos and Louis' smell.

It's a strange mix but Zayn always wished he could find that certain scent in a cologne bottle and spray it onto his pillow at night so he could always dream of Louis and his electric blue eyes.

"Zayn Malik," Louis tilts his head to the side as Zayn's eyes flash up to Louis' face finding a smirk on his chapped lips. "Are you properly checking me out?"

"Don't flatter yourself Lou."

"Why are you blushing then?"

"Because it's cold."

"Sure," Louis drawls out, using his fingers to make the 'okay' motion. "If you say so love," he wraps his arm around the other boys though it's kind of awkward since Zayn has a inch or two on him.