bomb in a birdcage // larry stylinson

Chapter 10

Bomb In A Birdcage

Chapter 10

*Louis’ clothing is on side bar*

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Zayn frowned as he saw the light still on in Louis bedroom. The clocked ticked half past two a.m. and he could hear the sewing machine humming along. He gently knocked on his door careful not to scare Louis incase he cut himself with the machine.

            “Come in.” Was spoken softly by the tired boy at the sit of the sewing machine. Zayn shuffled through the doorway walking behind Louis. His hands found Louis’ neck and starting massaging them gently but in all the right spots. He could feel Louis loosen up against his touch almost immanently.

            “Babes, why on earth are ya’ still up?” He questioned the smaller boy. He shrugged against Zayn’s hands leaning back into the chair. “You should be headin’ to bed. It’s nearin’ three now.” He sighed nodding, finishing the line of pattern on his Burberry show pants. Zayn helped him stand up, with ease, leading him to bed. Louis let the older boy tuck him, loving the affection he finally was getting from his best friend.

            “Ooh, m’forgot t’ turn off ‘he sewin’ machine.” Louis sat up ready to get up and turn it off for himself but Zayn just gently pushed him back down into the mattress.

            “I got it honey, don’t worry.” Zayn kissed his forehead goodnight leaving the boy to his slumber. He shut the machine he couldn’t use to save his life off and turned the lights out as well. He sighed looking at the already asleep boy closing the door with a tired sigh of his own.

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            Louis woke early then he usually does. He was glad too, his Marketing teacher’s sister was going into labor and she would be out for the next two weeks. He nearly screamed for joy. His fashion teacher said she didn’t care if they worked at home or in class for their Burberry project. This was his week he decided. His phone told him that it was six in the morning, allowing him to get four hours of sleep in. He sat down in his chair quickly continuing to work on the pants Zayn made him stop for sleep. He twined the gray fabric together with another shade of lighter gray but non-the less gray. He made sure the waist line would compliment him in all the right ways, and made sure the button would blend in well enough not to make a statement of its own. He wasn’t halfway done yet around ten o’clock but that was the time Zayn came barging in, in the gentlest way Zayn could.

            “How long have you been up?” Zayn asks crossing his arms over his chest in a very motherly way. Louis shrugs focusing on the seam of the pants.

            “No Lou, you got until Friday. You should’ve slept in, have you eaten yet?” Louis just shakes his head no, ignoring the rest of what Zayn has to say.

            “Oh my goodness Lou, c’mon. Let’s go.” Zayn just walks over behind Louis, and picks the young boy up from under the arms yearning a very non-manly squeak.

            “Zaynie no Zaynieeee.” Louis whine as Zayn starting carrying him down to the fix up kitchen. He sets him into a kitchen chair ignoring the glare he was receiving. Zayn went straight to the fridge looking at the ingredients inside to see what things he could make.