That's What It's Made For [Zouis One-Shot]

A/N: Watch the sexy video of Zayn doing the dance at the side; Unf to the infinity! xx

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Louis Tomlinson was bored.

Completely and utterly bored.

And not Bored-I'm-Going-To-Go-Find-Something-To-Do-Bored.

Because Louis was feeling much too lazy for that anyway.

It wasn't even Bored-I'm-Going-To-Call-Someone-To-Watch-Movies-And-Eat-Ice-Cream.

Because everyone was busy and Louis was, apparently, forever alone.

No, Louis was bored enough to be to worst bored of all.

He knew it was a risk, and could potentially rot his brain cells, but he was just that bored.

He was Bored-I'm-Going-To-Surf-The-Internet.

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Louis tucked himself into the couch, snuggling into a cocoon in the soft down comforter. It was about 8:30 pm, and the only light that was in the lounge was the lamp next to him and the almost too bright screen. He carefully placed his laptop on his lap, making sure it wouldn't fall and he would be comfortable. He quickly logged onto Twitter, tweeting a few fans before deciding to go even more hardcore. 

He logged onto his secret tumblr that he never got on, lazily reblogging pictures and laughing at the dumb things. He opened a few more tabs, opening iwastesomuchtime and ragestache, continually chuckling to himself like the lonely young adult he was. After about an hour of reblogging and laughing, he decided to stalk himself.

Yes, Louis knew it was strange to look himself and his band on diffrent websites, but sometimes, it was necessary.

For example, what if someone was spreading some rumors about him, and he never knew because he didn't look it up?

Well, it wasn't like management wouldn't tell them or anything, but he needed the excuse.

He typed in 'One Direction' in the tags box on tumblr, scrolling down the screen. Something caught his eye. It was a video, with Zayn on the front, wearing a black beanie and wife-beater like shirt. He wasn't facing the camera, but was right in front of it. Some of the comments startled him.

"I CANT EVEN."

"Ovaries=Gone."

"This made me pregnant."

"Asian persuasion! :D"

"lord savE US ALL"

Louis frowned. 

Well, this surely was something he had to see.

He clicked the video and it expanded, buffering for a moment. There Zayn was, looking as if he were doing something to the side. A guy sat on the side of the camera, eating something. Louis recognized it to be Zayn's friend Danny Riach. Immediately, music started playing, and it took a moment for Louis to realize the song was "That's What It's Made For" by Usher. Zayn quickly stepped back into the center, his body swaying lightly with the beat. Louis raised an eyebrow when Zayn started moving his hands to the side in some sort of dance, his body still moving with the music. 

Was he going to dance? 

Danny moved behind Zayn, another man, Danny's brother Ant, appearing and going next to Danny. The men behind Zayn started dancing a synchronized dance as Zayn did his own thing, his face looking as if he were fighting back laughter. Louis watched as Zayn swung his masculine hands around, from the side, to his lower stomach, then curling up and twirling in little circles, moving fluidly with his torso.