They agree to meet at Louis’ flat the following week to start the project. Louis cleans his room frantically, clearing away the mess piled up by his window so they can set up their telescopes. He picks up his dirty clothes, and stuffs all his shoes under his bed, and dumps the dirty dishes that are lying around into the dishwasher. He sneaks into Zayn’s bathroom and steals one of his fancy colognes to spray around his room so it doesn't smell so much like grease and masturbation.
And honestly, he doesn't even know why he's cleaning his room. Louis doesn’t even clean his room up for his dates- though he hasn’t had any of those recently- and if anything, he just wants to get this over with.
“Mate, we’ve lived here over a year and I’m positive this is the first time I've seen you clean your room, what’s going on?” Zayn’s in the doorway, watching a distressed and pouty Louis stuff clothes in his closet, “also, what is my cologne doing in here, that was expensive.”
“Got someone coming over for a project tonight,” he huffs out, flipping his fringe out of his face with a heavy breath, “and I don’t want the first thing to hit them be the smell of endless nights of loneliness and masturbation.”
“Wait, what?”
“Partner. Project. Tonight.” Louis rolls his eyes, slumping his shoulders as he looks around his room proudly. Not too shabby.
“Can’t you go to their place?” Zayn asks, ignoring all of Louis’ sarcasm and his hard work.
“Why?” Louis asks, his eyes squinted in suspicion.
Zayn flushes, kicking a shirt to Louis. “I’m having someone over tonight and I was coming in here to ask if you would hang with Niall or something, because like, yeah.”
“Wait, you’re having someone over?” Louis asks, astonished. He crosses his arms over his chest with a smug smile.
“Um, yeah?” Zayn says.
“Well, who is she?” Louis asks, picking himself up from the ground.
Zayn mumbles under his breath, not meeting Louis’ eyes.
“Come on, mate. You know I won't care.”
“It's not- It's not a girl.”
“Oh.” Louis raises his eyebrows
“Yeah, like. I don't know. It's the first guy I’ve ever had feelings for and, yeah.” Zayn blushes whilst rubbing the back of his neck.
Louis doesn't want to embarrass Zayn, at least not yet. So he cocks his head, and gently asks: “Well, that's fine, Z. Who’s the special lad?”
“Liam,” he says, laughing awkwardly.
“No fucking way.” Louis whispers. He smirks and bites at the inside of his cheek.
Zayn’s cheeks turn an even brighter red than before. He smiles though, and watches Louis stuff another shirt into his closet. “You don't mind, do you?”
“Mate, the only thing that bothers me is that you didn’t tell me you liked Liam, because I could have so made this happen faster," Louis smirks, "other than that, I could care less. Just know, me and Niall are going to be giving you two so much shit.”
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Teen Fiction"So here's the thing," he starts. "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions...
