Zayn's P.O.V
"No Louis! Paint this bit green! No not my fucking face!!" I yelled pissed off at Louis. The guy seriously has no brains.
"But it's too rainy and boring to paint. Can't we watch TV?" Louis whined.
"Fine fine just leave me in peace." I sighed.
A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. "Lou can you get that!!" I yelled trying to find somewhere to set my paintbrush.
"Sure!!" Louis called. I put my paintbrush down and looked at my work. So good so far.
"Niall!!" I heard Louis gasp. I frowned wondering why he sounded so worried. I entered the hallway to find a soaking wet Niall in tears Louis's arm around him.
"Niall mate what happened??" I panicked. Niall was like my little brother and seeing him cry broke my heart.
"Zayn can we talk? I need advice." Niall sniffled wiping his face.
"Of course mate. Lou make some hot chocolate with the tiny marshmallows just the way Niall likes it..."
"NO THATS FOR WIMPS I DONT WANT ANY!!" Niall screamed before crying again. I ushered him into my bedroom before shutting the door.
"What's wrong Ni?" I asked pulling him into a hug.
"Y-Y/n l-likes bad boys...I'm not a bad boy..." Niall sobbed clinging to me tightly.
"How do you know she likes them?"
"We were shopping and...and she was hugging this guy with tattoos and piercings and dark clothes and he was riding a motor bike...she told him she loves bad boys."
"So...what?"
"Will you help me become a bad boy?" Niall sniffed.
"I don't know..."
"ILL HELP!!" Louis screamed crashing through the door. Niall squealed and jumped onto my lap. Louis sighed.
"Well rule number one. Bad boys are tough. They aren't scared of anything." He said.
(PART THREE ON ITS WAY!!)
