Zouis One Shots

I Didn't Mean It.

Summary: An interviewer says that Louis and some random guy would be a really cute couple and Louis plays a long but Zayn gets jealous of this guy.      

By: http://sassmaster19.tumblr.com

Louis’ P.O.V.

“Zayn? Babe? Are you ready to go?” I yelled through his flat. 

“Yeah! What time is the interview, Boo?” He said, as he walked down the hallway towards me. 

He was dressed in a tight, black v-neck, dark-washed skinny jeans and a pair of white and red converse. His hair was like it usually is; up in a quiff. He looked like utter perfection, and the only thing I could concentrate on was the was his muscles looked in his t-shirt.

“Damn. You look really hot, today.” I said, completely forgetting about his question. 

“Well, you don’t look too bad yourself, Tommo.” He said, with a grin as he walked up to me and wrapped his hands around my waist.

I pressed my lips to his gently. He moved his lips against mine, and held me tighter. Just before it was going to become a make-out session, my phone buzzed in my back pocket, signaling that I had a text message.

I pulled away from the kiss, receiving a sound of protest from Zayn. I got my phone out of my back pocket and unlocked it. Liam had texted me.

Liam: have you guys left yet?

sent at 8:24 A.M. 

I texted him back that we were leaving now. 

“Babe, we have to leave now. The interview building is about a half an hour away, and we still have to pick up breakfast and get there before 9:15.” I told him, when he tried to kiss me again.

“Fine,” he said, and he grabbed our coats, wallets, and his phone. My phone was still in my hand as I spilled on my TOMS.

“I can’t believe that it’s the middle of January and we have got no snow. You would think that it’s cold enough to snow in England.” I said, as we walked out to our car, which was in the back parking lot of our apartment building.

“Well, it has rained every day.” Zayn said, as he got into the passenger seat of my car. 

I started up the car and headed towards the nearest gas station. I pulled up to the pump and handed Zayn the debit card to pay for the gas while I went inside to grab donuts and coffee. Thank god that the gas station had a Starbucks and Dunkin’ Donuts inside of it.

“What do you want from Starbucks?” I asked him.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having. Oh! And could you get me a chocolate donut?” He asked me, as he got out of the car. 

“Sure.” I replied, then proceeded to get out with him.

I walked into the gas station and went into Starbucks first. I got us both Earl Grey Tea Latte’s with 3 splenda. Then, I went into Dunkin’ Donuts and got us each a chocolate donut. 

When I got back to the car, Zayn was in the passenger seat again, looking at his phone with a confused/upset face. 

“Here’s your tea and chocolate donut, babe.” I told him and handed him his food. He jumped in surprise at my voice and he didn’t have the confused/upset look on his face anymore. So, I just brushed it off. 

“Oh, thanks.” He said, then went back to his phone. The rest of the car ride was silent, except for the motor of the car and Zayn’s scrolling through his phone.