𝑍𝐼𝐴𝑀 𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆☁︎

2. A.M.

ZIAMISTHELOML  Harrylikeslouisass

this chapter is for you both and all my lovely sluts(including myself) who just wants Ziam smut.

Won't you stay 'till the A. M? All my favorite
conversations always made in the A.M.

Zayn walks down the hallway of his large house, the smells of sawdust and paint are still in the rooms and burn his nose in the best way. It smells like home, finally, and no longer of ash and death. It's taken too long to get the house to be like this, like it was in a way but all his own in another, and he doesn't want it any other way.

He rests his fingertips on the white walls, gently tracing the walls as he walks towards the steps. He hears the pack downstairs, talking loudly to each other about nothing of importance, and he smiles as he hears laughter. He doesn't feel like going downstairs just yet, content to just sit in the hallway to listen to the sounds of the pack around him.

"Dude, no." Louis laughs, and Zayn hears the sound of him punching Liam's shoulder followed by another loud sound of laughter.

"Hey, Zee. Get in here. I'm getting my ass kicked."

Liam yells, holding up a game controller as he looks at him. Zayn smiles, or the corners of his mouth twitch, and he shakes his head. He doesn't care for video games, the colors hurt his eyes and his reflexes aren't fast enough to hit the buttons in time, but he doesn't mind having them for the pack since they like them. He doesn't know how Louis could play them, the sounds unless they're on mute are too loud for him, and he goes to the kitchen to order something to eat for them. He really doesn't want to start a tradition of bring take out into his new home, with his new floors, and he knows that the pack will spill it everywhere. It's what they do, but he has no food in the house so he doesn't have a choice.

"Are you calling in Chinese? Extra orange chicken and fried rice!" Liam yells, looking at him.

"Why are you yelling? I'm ten feet from you." Zayn sighs, looking at him before waving him away.

It's not the first time that he's ordered food with Liam, or with the pack, and he knows what he wants in his food.

"Yeah, hi." Zayn says, when someone answers the door and he rambles off his order while he looks at his pack. It's a little bit of a weird feeling, seeing all the pack in the house and just relaxed, and he feels a wave of pride at that. He's so proud of himself, it's not a bad thing to feel pride in himself, and he smiles to himself as he hangs up the phone.

"Did you get extra rice?" Liam asks him, not looking away from the television as he plays the game.

"Hey, dude. No, rude." Liam mumbles, to his friend.

Zayn rolls his eyes as he looks at him before he sits down on the couch while he watches the door, and he smiles at Erica when she grins at him.

"Someone get that." Liam says, when the food gets there. Zayn rolls his eyes again, slapping the back of Liam's head gently as he walks by.

Liam wails as though Zayn shot him, another thing that Zayn has gotten used too, and he grabs his wallet before he gets the food.

"Thank you." Zayn tells the delivery person, handing them the money plus the tip and he goes towards the living room.

The video games are off, and a nature documentary is on the television.

Probably from Harry or Niall, and he sits down on the floor next to Liam's feet.