Love Somebody- A Zouis Love Story

Flustered

 A/N: It's been a while hasn't it guys? Well, both Laura and I are sorry for the long wait, we were busy with school and work and it is quite hard were from two different countries, when trying to communicate. So to make it up to everyone, this is an extra long chapter! We thank you all for all the feedback you give us and hope that you enjoy this chapter because it is one of my favorites!  

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Zayn shuffled to his feet on instinct, mumbling all sorts of incoherent apologies as he mentally tried to decide on whether or not he should help Louis off the pavement. Really, it was the right thing to do, wasn’t it? He did knock the boy off balance.

He didn’t have much time to mull over it, though. Because just as he was making a move to help Louis up, the other was standing right in front of him, an unreadable expression on his pretty face as he dusted off his jeans. Silently, he walked over to the driver’s side door, pulling it open as he wordlessly motioned for Zayn to do the same on the other side of his car.

A comfortable sense of quiet took over as soon as the two were settled inside Louis’s Porsche. As the brunet revved up the engine and adjusted the heater, Zayn took in the sleek interior of the car and wow. The Tomlinsons must be pretty loaded because even frozen on his spot in the passenger’s seat, he could see the discreet little details that just subtly screamed money.

“Damn it, I’m sorry,” Zayn apologized out of the blue, his eyes settling on the dashboard. He dragged his hands over his face, settling them on his lap after. “I’m… Well, I can’t really say this doesn’t happen often because really it kind of does. So… Yeah. Y-you’ll be dealing with a lot of it since you’re obviously stuck with me.” Pouting unconsciously, he continued, “It’s probably safe to keep your distance. Niall says I’m a walking bad luck charm some days and I really don’t want that to rub off on you. Like, honestly. I can walk. I-I’ll w-“

Zayn stopped midsentence when he saw Louis tip his head to one side, eyes glossy and distant. Furrowing his brow in confusion, he found himself making a face that was halfway between concerned and curious as Louis started blinking and shaking his head.

“A-are you okay?” Zayn asked, unsure of what was happening around him. Narrowing his eyes, he sat back slightly, settling himself against the car door as he waited for Louis to respond. He’d almost lost hope and thought that maybe he’d actually bored the blue-eyed male to death when he heard a soft chuckle.

“Yeah,” Louis turned his attention to the rearview mirror and started backing up. “Sorry. You were rambling. You kinda lost me there, buddy.”

Zayn’s eyes widened in realization,“Oh, I guess you kinda have to get used to that as well. Niall says I do that quite often.” Zayn could feel his cheeks turn scarlet as he watched Louis’ eyes light up in amusement at the slightly younger boy's embarrassment.

Deciding to keep his mouth shut before he mortified himself any further, Zayn turned away and looked out the car window while Louis remained driving. Adjusting his position in the passenger's seat again, he couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at Louis while the guy was busy. He didn’t want to sound freaky or anything but if he were to write a poem about the blue-eyed boy right that second, he would probably have to use all the words in the dictionary... and maybe make up some of his own as well.

Snapping back to reality, it came to his attention that he had never been to this part of town before. Going past large mansions and houses, he couldn’t help but think that maybe they were lost. “U-uh Louis, where are we going?” Zayn asked, throwing a worried glance at the boy sitting next to him.