Zayn and Louis had been playing countless video games for hours, like they always do. Zayn, once again, had won almost every time. unfortunately, Louis was a sore loser, and had been pouting the entire time, and Zayn found it adorable.
"fuck you. Zayn- let's just go to bed."
Zayn chuckled, rolling his eyes, but turning off the tv in Louis' living room, despite Louis' attitude.
Zayn followed his best friend upstairs, and they walked down the hallway and entered Louis' dark room, turning on the lamp that sat on his bedside table.
Zayn strolled over to his small bag, searching through it before grabbing the black tshirt that he had placed in it earlier.
"hey can I use your bathroom?"
Louis nodded,
"go ahead- I gotta change anyway."
Zayn smiled and jogged out of the room and down the hall, slipping into the small room. he tugged off his hoodie and set it on the counter, slipping into the tshirt. he sighed, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, sliding them off of his thin hips, stepping out of them. Zayn grasped his hoodie and jeans in his left hand, frowning as he glanced at his reflection. Zayn focused on his slightly baggy, black boxers, and wished that he didn't have his bony legs; Louis' legs we're thick, and beautiful with his tan. Louis' body was almost feminine, and just so- nice. Zayn rolled his eyes; he thought about Louis more often than he should. Zayn opened the bathroom door, walking back down the hallway, noticing that Louis' bedroom door was closed.
Zayn lightly knocked on the door, making sure that Louis was decent, and heard Louis' voice mutter a response. Zayn didn't think anything of it as he opened the wooden door, stopping in his tracks, his breath caught in his throat.
Louis was bent over, rummaging through a drawer of his dresser. this would have been normal, but the only piece of clothing on Louis' tan skin, was a pair of pastel pink, lace panties. they spread across Louis' ass delicately, the pattern even more defined with his skin tone. Zayn didn't even blink as he noticed the arch of Louis' back, the ridiculous curve of his ass, and his beautiful thighs glowing as an effect of the dimmed lighting. Zayn gulped and his hand gripped the clothes in his hand impossibly tighter. as Louis stood up, the poor boy's eyes were filled with embarrassment as his cheeks went pink. his lips, which were only a slightly darker shade of pink than his cheeks, almost trembled as he jumped back and attempted to cover himself.
Zayn's heart immediately dropped into his stomach, feeling awful that Louis was uncomfortable. Louis immediately grabbed a pair of sweatpants next to the bed, and made the move to put them on, muttering on about how embarrassed he was.
"Lou- stop," Zayn's voice was harsh, but it wasn't judging. there was something else in his tone.
Louis' face got impossibly more red as he stood there, slightly turned to the side so that his leg obstructed Zayn's view of his crotch, but it seemed to give Zayn a better angle of his ass, and that really wasn't helping the slight bulge in Zayn's thin boxers.
Louis' entire figure was just begging for Zayn to say something; to explain why he hasn't laughed his ass off or ran out of the house. Zayn must have caught on, because he sent a reassuring smile and took a step forward to remove himself from the doorway. Louis stepped back with hesitance, the sweatpants falling from his grasp. Zayn closed Louis' door slowly, and turned back to face him.
Louis looked puzzled and he was picking at his fingers anxiously. Zayn seemed to be debating on exactly what to say. he didn't have anything that he could say that could make the situation less awkward, but he did have questions. it took another moment or two before Zayn broke the silence once again.
"do you- do you always wear those kind of like- underwear?" Zayn licked his bottom lip and rocked lightly on his feet.
