You Don't Love Me || Ziam (TEMPORARY HOLD)

35. Big Brown Box & Little Red Box

Zayn's POV

Louis and I were hanging out at the coffee shop, while Liam, Niall, and Harry were out bowling. Louis and I weren't going to bowl, so there was not point in it. I suck at bowling, because mine usually ends up in the gutter. Louis, however, is actually quite good, but decided to chill with me instead. I was sat down on the couch and Louis was sitting across from me on chair sipping his tea. 

"You okay mate?" I asked. 

"Yeah, why'd you ask?" he furrowed his eyebrows taking another sip. 

"No, I was just wondering. You know with the whole Niall and Harry thing," I shrugged. 

"Niall and I talked and we worked it out. We're good," he assured me. 

"Yeah I know, but are you okay? I know you guys really loved each other that's why." 

"I'm fine. It's been like 6 months since we broke up and now he's with Harry and he's happy. And I just want him to be happy," he smiled. 

"Okay, so whatever happened with you and that girl anyway?" I asked. 

"Nothing we've just been talking. She's pretty cool you know, she's chill and sweet," he shrugged. 

Moments later, open mic night started and people came up and started singing songs that they wrote and I thought it was absolutely amazing. These people just write these songs for fun or for hobbies and they get to perform to show that to everybody here. They have no limitations on what they can do and that is what music should be about, not the bullshit that I have put up with. 

When we left the coffee shop, a crowd of flashing lights followed us since we left the door till we got to Louis's car. Louis drove around a couple blocks just randomly to try to lose the people following us, then made our way back to the Louis's flat. The other three lads were sat on the couch drinking some beers and laughing there asses off when Louis and I walked in. Niall smiled and handed Louis and I, both, a beer before Louis sat down on the recliner chair and I sat next to Liam, whose arm automatically went around my shoulders. 

They were laughing about how bad of a job Niall did at bowling. Apparently, most of his balls went in the gutter and the others went into someone else lane, and the other man whose lane it was got really mad at Niall and yelled, "Stay in your fucking lane," which is why everybody was really laughing at. By the end of the story, Niall and Harry left for home. 

I yawned and took a sip of my beer before getting up to do the same, "Yeah I think I'm going head home too. Hey, call me tomorrow or come see me. I need to talk you." 

"You can't go Zayn. You've been drinking. Just spend the night here," he holding on to my hand

"I've had one drink Liam," I smiled, "I'm fine."

"It's not about about many drinks you've had Zayn. You never know what's going to happen. You drank and I don't want to drive no matter how sober you think you are." 

"He's right mate. You shouldn't drive," Louis agreed. 

I sighed and sat down the way I was before: in Liam's side with this arm around my shoulder. He smiled and kissed my temple before helping Louis clean up the beer bottles and the snacks. Afterward, Liam and I went to his room and I laid down on his bed as I watched him changed his clothes. 

"Can you give me pair too?" I asked rubbing my eyes. 

He nodded and rummaged through his closet to give me  pair of sweats and t-shirt. I changed my clothes and got back into bed, under the covers and closed my eyes. Liam climbed into bed soon afterward and kissed my cheek.