Zayn & Layn

"You're so hot," Zayn said to Layn.

Layn didn't say anything back, just staring into Zayn's eyes.

Zayn and Layn were totally in love. They had been since as long as they can remember. They were inseparable, they were with each other almost every minute of the day.

Zayn leaned in to kiss Layn. But Layn didn't kiss back. All he felt was a cold, and slippery surface.

"He's at it again," Niall groaned, his Irish accent barely understandable.

"You've gotta stop this, mate!" Liam said, walking over to Zayn and ripping the mirror out of his hands.

Zayn looked embarrassed. "I can't help it I'm so hot!" he exclaimed.

"It's weird though! Oh, gross man! Were you wearing lipgloss?" Liam questioned Zayn, a bit disgusted.

"No! It's lipbalm," Zayn defended.

"Like that's any different."

"Whatever, Niall," Zayn said, heading towards the door.

What Zayn saw made him wish he hadn't of opened the door.