Tan Lines and Closed Eyes ( Ziall AU)

Chapter 18

Niall's POW

One shiny morning, when Liam went to get the mail from the door, I wasn't expecting a letter to be showed next to my morning coffee by Liam. But in a way, I should've been expecting that. When I read where the letter had came from, realization hit me. I tried to open the letter gingerly, but ended up ripping it anyway. With a muttered 'fuck it' I ripped the letter mindlessly open. It looked more like it was being opened by a toddler rather than a 21 years old man, but I wasn't going to take judgement from anyone about it.

Under my eyes was laying, yet again, a really important looking paper, and it was. It was my divorce degree.

" Is that from the court? About the whole divorce dilemma." I heard Zayn ask, his voice still low from the sleeping and god that voice could make me crazy.

"Yeah, this is the official divorce degree." I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding.

" That's cool! What does it say?"

" Oh you know, they're just asking how's my day so far and if I prefer apple pie over plum pie..." I couldn't help myself, but soon I turned into a fit of happiness and smirked at Zayn so hard my face could probably rip in half any second.

" What would you think! This piece or paper states that from now on I. Am. Niall. Fucking. Horan."

Liam looked up from his newspaper and whisper-shouted to Zayn next to him

" Zayn,shouldn't this be the moment when you say 'And I am fucking Niall Horan' " Liam wiggled his eyebrows. Zayn looked at Liam with a confused expression, as did I, until we both got it. Zayn elbowed Liam on the ribs, and I burst out in a little bit too loud laughter.

" That was a terrible joke, Liam." Zayn gasped with a hint of amuse in him."You bring dishonor to this family!"

I was yet again witnessing another Zayn vs Liam fight. Or a friendly argument. Can argument even be friendly? Yeah, whatever. Those two were dorks.

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Me, Zayn,Liam, Harry and Louis.

All five us hanging together, had became kind of a thing. We didn't really agree on anything or discuss about it, it was just natural that if Harry was coming over, so was Louis. And if Harry and Louis asked Zayn if he wanted to hang out, Zayn would bring me and Liam, and every was okay with it and didn't question. Only if someone of the five was missing, it was questioned and the missing person was being missed.

It was another night with all of us lads just chilling together. Harry and Louis had stolen Liam's laptop and now were giggling and surfing together god knows where. Liam was too busy to care while running in a treadmill that was placed in the corner of the living room. Zayn had told me that Liam was somewhat trying to have a healthy lifestyle, since an uni-student's and a tattoo-artist's flat-share's living can easily turn to the lifetime lifestyle where pizza is ordered pretty much every day, alcohol and coffee are the only drinks known and days are spend by partying too much, working too hard, having sex too much or studying too hard.

What came to me and Zayn, Zayn was sketching quietly on the couch, while I was alternately watching Zayn and the TV, Zayn with an little bit more interest than TV, of course.

After good 20 minutes from starting, Liam finally took a break from running. I honestly thought for a while he would rather pass out than stop running, but seemed like he had just a little bit of sense in him. Liam took his way to the kitchen, probably in a big need of hydration, but the poor lad didn't even make it so far before the door bell rang. Being the closest to the door, everyone decided it was his destiny to open the door. I would have, but you know, I don't really live here and my bum had fallen asleep on the couch.