Angelic Dream, Satanic Reality| LS

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Chapter two ahhh this is all going so fast😩
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The next morning Louis woke up with an annoying kink in his neck. He sat up with a groan and saw Zayn in the kitchen through the doorway with a carton of orange juice to his lips.

"That's bloody gross mate," Louis said with a roughness to his high voice.

Zayn laughed a breath through his nose as he drank then closed the carton and chucked it in the fridge. Louis got up and popped his back as he stretched then trudged sleepily into the kitchen.

"Damn," Zayn whispered under his breath, then met his hand harshly to Louis' ass.

"Oi! Don't touch me perv!" Louis laughed with a glare. Him and Zayn had an inside joke where Zayn would smack Louis' bum randomly because  whenever they went out in public someone was always ogling the boys fantastic body.

"Hungry?" Zayn asked as he scanned the fridge.

"No, I don't want your shit cooking."

"You know you want it..."

"Go shake off your ears, dickhead," Louis muttered and smirked at Zayn's confusion.

"What?"

"It's Shakespearean, retard."

Zayn rolled his eyes as he pulled out a days old pizza. "Stupid authors," he muttered.

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After breakfast Louis took a shower in Zayn's bathroom. He was under the shower head with his head hanging low. He watched intensely at the water that flowed through his fringe over his forehead and dripped onto the shower floor. After standing for a few minutes under the warm water he grabbed a 2-in-1 bottle of hair shampoo and conditioner and squirted some in his palm. It smelled manlier than he liked but it would have to do.

After he was done he washed his body then shut off the faucet. He stepped out and wrapped the towel around his shoulders and sat down on the toilet seat while the towel slowly absorbed his wetness. After the majority of his body was dried he dropped the towel from his shoulders and patted his legs dry then put on a pair of Zayn's gray cotton, capri shorts. He threw on a plain black T-shirt then shook out his damp hair. Quickly, he brushed his teeth free from morning breath.

Then he left the bathroom and went to the living room where Zayn was seated on the couch scrolling through his phone. When he noticed the boys presence he looked up with his hazel eyes.

"So, what were you saying about New York last night? I was so high I don't remember."

"Zayn, we didn't even smoke yet when I told you," Louis pointed out with squinted eyes.

"I know, I wasn't really listening. Sorry not sorry," he smiled guiltily then looked down at his phone. Louis wasn't mad at all, he knew Zayn when it came to weed.

"Liam called and told me that the New York Times wanted to interview me on Snow Angel."

"Ohhh. That's great. Also, who's Liam again? I feel like I've asked a million times..." Zayn trailed off.

"You have, and he's my publisher. You guys would be cute together.. he's single ya know," Louis winked hinting to Zayn cheekily.

"Louis I'm not gay," Zayn rolled his eyes with a playful smile. He really wasn't though!

"You guys would be so cute together! And judging by the vast range of enjoyment you get from slapping my ass, I'd go out on a limb and assume you're gay."

"Okay buuut, who doesn't get enjoyment from slapping your arse?" Zayn said with a smug smile gracing his face.

"Good point. I'll take it." Louis hummed in gratification then kicked his legs back on the table.