You're Perfect To Me *A Ziall AU*

CHAPTER FIVE

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CHAPTER FIVE

<<Niall's POV>>

For the next several days, we continued to work on the painting. Zayn was doing so fucking well. The brushstrokes, the colors, the depths and saturations were so toned, synchronized and balanced. The painting was done with lots of emotions and careful considerations. Zayn layered layers after layers of paint, to achieve a sketchy, yet beautiful effect that nobody else in the class could.

My friendship has gotten stronger with Louis and Harry as well. We still have lots of classes together. I went over to Louis' new house with Liam for example and helped Louis get settled. Louis had a lot he took with him from the UK. He had posters, and bookshelves. He had a birdcage, which he said he was gonna try and get a pigeon in. He had a bunch of carrot plushies. He had a big, rainbow flag. And of course, clothes.

Who knew that he could have possibly have owned so many clothes? Louis could make a shopping mall from his walk in closet. Harry was much more tame. I mean, his room was right next to Louis'. And in our neighborhood, which were rich as fuck, there was lots of rooms to spare. Louis' house had six bedrooms, five bathrooms, a game room, a library, two offices, a basement and a contemporary Gordon Ramsay style kitchen. He had a maid as well, who helped them move in.

I mean, I was raised in a very wealthy household too. My bedroom had a walk in closet, which I use to store all of my suits and other clothes that my parents force me to have. I have a forty-inch plasma TV, an iMac and both an Xbox and a Playstation. My older brother, Greg used to live in the room next to mine, but he moved away to Syracuse University for law.

My parents wanted me to be an accountant, or a banker. One of the reasons, my parents, who were bankers themselves became so rich was because they loaned all the money they had to others and charged interest, therefore, getting lots of money back. My mother was originally an accountant and my dad was a debt collector. Now, they own their own banks, and well, even though we're still rather statewide, we're filthy rich. Our headquarters are located in Cleveland, but my parents prefer the quiet and luxury of the suburbs.

My house has an outdoor pool, which we use every summer. We also have a full bar, which of course, my parents lock up. But I sneak over there since I know what the code is and sneak a few beers every now and then. Liam came over today and we hung out in my room, talking about anything and everything. I laid back on my bed, in my boxers, and Liam sat in my bungee chair, in his. We were watching a football game on my TV after we completed our homework, Louis and Harry were at their house.

"So, do you have any crushes?" Liam asked, with a smirk. I laughed and shook my head.

"Naw Liam, you ask me this every year." I said.

"And you say the exact same thing!" Liam replied. "When are you gonna get yourself a man and finally fuck?" He asked.

"Liam, you know, I actually need to build up a relationship, buddy, I can't just jump to that." I rolled my eyes. Liam just laughed. And why did he say 'man'? I wondered.

"Just saying, bro." He said, he got up and laid himself on the bed next to me.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Well," He began to say. I immediately sat up.

"Who is it?" I asked. I was curious as a cat.

"Louis." He answered. That's why he said 'man'. Liam's gay.

"Woah, really?" I asked, surprised. I thought Liam was into girls. I mean, he's a weightlifter, and he's super masculine. He breaks all of the stereotypes.