flatmates | l. s. | z. m. | eng.

flatmates

friday

"The new guy is moving in today, right?"

Surprised Liam looked up from his book and over to Zayn who was taking a yogurt from the fridge. Liam sat on a chair at the table, resting his back at the wall behind him, and just nodded, watching Zayn pull the aluminium cap from the cup and licking the yogurt from it.

Never in his life he would have expected Zayn to talk to him. Because Zayn...well he hardly ever spoke. Not really. So Liam just kept nodding, then he cleared his throat. "Yeah. And that's really good, Mike has been gone for a month and we're almost overdue on rent."

"Hm," was the only thing Zayn replied, then he nodded, took a spoon out of the drawer next to him and left the kitchen without saying another word. Liam watched him and then just stared at the empty door for a second, before going back to reading. But he couldn't really focus.

Saying he knew nothing about his black haired roommate was almost an understatement. He really didn't know a single thing. To be honest the only reason he remembered Zayn's last name was that  his name was on the nameplate for the doorbell (nobody really knew why, probably cause Zayn had been living here the longest).

Well no, that was not really true. There was one thing he knew about Zayn.

He knew that Zayn was really really good in bed.

And that made things kind of hard for Liam (no pun intended), because, like mentioned earlier, Zayn and him didn't really have anything to do with each other apart from living together.

And sleeping together from time to time. Which had by the way started kind of...well no, by accident was not right. Unexpected would be the better choice of words.

Because Zayn just randomly joined Liam in the shower one day and started kissing him. Liam was  completely overwhelmed and confused, wondered how on earth Zayn knew he was not just into girls and why he hadn't locked the bathroom door, like he usually always did.

But then he just stopped thinking in general and let his body take control. Because, fuck it, Zayn was hot. And when he just showed up to your shower naked, who would say no to that? Liam definitely not.

Liam reread the same sentence for the forth time and still didn't understand it, so he just gave up and closed the book.

He thought about going for a run to use the time until their new roommate arrived, when he heard the sound of a key in the lock and the front door to the apartment, directly going to the kitchen, opened.

Harry entered, closed the door with an elegant kick and smiled at Liam.

"Hi Liam," he greeted his roommate and left the kitchen like Zayn had before. Shortly after, Liam heard the sound of another door closing and decided to just really go for a run.

Harry on the other hand put his groceries into his food cupboard and slipped out of his boots. He hung his coat on his coat nail on the wall (yeah, that was not really pretty but Harry spent too much money on concert tickets to have anything left for a proper coat rack, he was just a poor student after all) and put his hair up in a (still kind of small) bun.

Then he threw himself onto his bed and texted his best friend Kendall that he had got home safely (and that she should please stop worrying about him because, first of all, it was the middle of the day, and second of all, he could practically fight anyone – he might be against violence but he'd been going to the gym to work off his anger, which had been pretty bad lately because he lived with Louis Tomlinson and that idiot always found a way to annoy him – so he would be able to defend himself.) But it'd just kinda developed that way, Kendall worrying about him. And somehow it was her job, she was his best friend after all (and when they had dated in High School, even though Harry now knew he was very gay and Kendall knew she was into bad boys, then nobody had to know. That was their little not-so-dirty, dirty secret).