records {z.s.}

7.

The next morning after millions of movies, stories, laughs and giggles, and of course food, the boys were sprawled out across the crisp clean white carpet of Niall's living room. The sunshine was pouring through the many elongated windows and the TV was left blaring all night. How any of them slept through it was a complete mystery. Loud snores and mumbles could be heard throughout the whole house and every once in a while, their bodies would shift and twist around, searching for a more comfy position.

Zayn was the first to wake up. What a surprise.

He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position, his head turning around to the gorgeous sight of how the sunlight complimented the light colored furniture surrounding him. He finally snapped out of his daze and glanced at the snoring boys in front of him, one on the couch, the other spanned out on the floor.

Suddenly, the clattering of pots and pans erupted from the kitchen not too far away. Scared to be caught in an awkward position of Niall's mum's embarrassing stories of the boy himself, Zayn snuggled back into his warm and comfy sleeping bag, sizing into the darkness of the inside of it. Zayn knew he'd made the right decision when he heard the click of heels muffle as foot steps vibrated the floor underneath him.

With a quick tip tap, Mrs. Horan quickly carries herself upstairs, leaving Zayn in the beautiful silence of morning.

He slowly peeked his head out, only to be blinded by the bright light seeping through the house. He darted his hand up in front of his eyes to shield himself as he slowly stood to his feet.

He felt a chuckle rise in his throat at the sight of Niall. His bum was dropping over the side of the couch and it looked as if thought he was about to fall. With a shake of his head, Zayn pivoted on his heel and made his way into a random bathroom connected to the kitchen. As Zayn stepped into the kitchen, he noticed rather large portions of eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns, and pancakes piled up on top of beautiful large white plates on a long wooden table covered with only the finest compliments. Zayn was amazed with the arrangement, considering it was only breakfast. He shook his head out of his daze and quickly stepped into the surprisingly small bathroom.

A beautiful porcelain toilet lined the wall next to marbled countertop that consisted of two vases filled with fresh red roses, a pure glass sink, and a medical cabinet located above the sink with a mirror on the cabinet door. There was not a shower nor a bathtub, he noticed. It was just a come-and-go bathroom.

In a rush to get back to the comfort of his sleeping bag, Zayn pulled his basketball shorts down and peed. It felt great after holding it in all night long. With a pull of his shorts back up and a quick refresh at the sink, Zayn exited the bathroom. He stumbled and almost fell when he was met face-to-face with a weary and giggly Niall.

"Oops, sorry, buddy! I didn't see you there!" Niall exclaimed as he gave Zayn a gentle pat on the shoulder and slipped past his figure.

Zayn let out a quiet chuckle to himself as he made his way back into the living room to a blank-eyed Liam sitting on the couch and staring expressionlessly at the now quiet TV.

Zayn took a seat on the beige couch beside Liam. He didn't know exactly what to say so he didn't say anything at all. They both just sat there like their brains had been sucked out by some unknown alien.

Liam was the first to speak after a long song of silence.

"You sleep well?"

Zayn nodded his head slowly and croaked out, "y-you?"

"Sure did, surprisingly."

Zayn felt like a complete idiot. He couldn't even bring himself to apologize to the poor boy for what had happened the prior day at school. Before Zayn could torture himself with his thoughts any longer, Niall finally appeared in the doorway from a bathroom break, a wide and warm smile across his lips.

"Breakfast is ready and tastes like heaven, if I may say so myself." Niall beamed at the two boys as if there were not a care in the world.

"Of course you couldn't wait for your mates so you just had to taste everything, didn't you?" Liam remarked with a roll of his eyes and a smile now growing over his own lips.

Zayn was smiling, he had to admit. He had not known these boys for very long yet they were both already two of his best friends. His only friends.

Remarkably, with all of the fun activities Niall had provided, Liam and Zayn forgot about their own worries over the night. It was just the three of them, the three amigos, as Niall liked to call them.

With a sudden jolt of energy, Liam quickly bolted from his seat on the couch and to the open doorway where Niall had been standing. With a playful shove, he knocked Niall into the side of the frame and darted into his designated seat at the large table placed in the kitchen, a loud laugh emitting past his lips in the events. Niall had quickly regained his balance, an evil smirk placed on his lips before he had grabbed a hold of Liam's neck, carefully choking him, giving him a little room to breathe.

Before the crazy chain of events could carry any further, Niall's mother came running down the stairs in her four-inch high heels (how had she not fallen?) at the sound of the corruption and hastily broke the boys up before scolding them for their "immature actions", as she had told them.

And this had all taken place while Zayn sat quietly on the safe distance of the large comfy couch, his hands on his knees.

Maura, Niall's mother, had finally left the two boys to their large meals and clicked into the living room to invite Zayn along with them.

"You know, boy, I like you because you don't seem to get into any trouble" Maura had muttered as she grabbed onto Zayn's arm with gentleness.

Zayn laughed inside his head.

She quickly lead Zayn to his place at the table directly beside Niall, made sure he was completely comfy and satisfied, and then clicked back off to who knows where, leaving the three amigos to their own meals.