Being Louis (Zouis)

Chapter 36

-Zayn

I smile and look at Louis. He has a serious look on his face which makes me do a double take on what he said. Did he just say what I think he said?

"What?" He sighs and repeats himself.

"I want you to take my virginity." I slowly nod at him. So he did say what I thought he said.

"Louis, baby. Don't you think we should wait?" He shakes his head.

"No, I'm ready." I bite my lip and look around trying to think of an excuse. I know I can't tell Louis no. I can't tell him that I'm not ready.

"Don't you want to get tested first? You know, just to be sure you don't have any STDs?" Louis crosses his arms and frowns.

"Zayn, I'm a virgin, I haven't slept with anybody. How the hell could I have an STD?" I shrug and scratch at the back of my neck.

"I don't know. Better safe than sorry."

"Zayn Malik, are you trying to call me a slut?" I can already feel a bead of sweat rolling down my temple.

No! That's not at all what I was trying to say! What I meant was, you should get checked because I just don't want to catch anything. No! I mean! I-" He holds his hand up with tears in his eyes.

"Instead of calling me a whore on the slick, a simple no would of been good." He turns and starts to walk away. I sigh out in frustration and grab his arm.

"Louis, babe. I'm sorry, it's just-" He turns to me and looks up to my eyes.

"It's just, I'm not ready. Okay?"

"Fine." He turns back and walks to his house. I just made that awkward.

-Louis

I walk back into my house and sigh out.

"What's the matter?" I look over and see Harry looking at me with a worried look on his face.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"No, you're not. I can see it on your face that something happened."

"Whatever." I push myself off of the door and walk up to my room slowly. Once I get to my room, I plop face first on the bed then groan into my pillow. I hear a knock on the door which makes me turn onto my back.

"Come in." The door opens and Dad peaks in.

"Hey bud, Is something wrong?" I sit up and look back at him.

"Why? Did Harry tell you something?" Dad walks in and sits next to me on the bed.

"He said "Dad! Louis' on his period or something" I laugh a little at Dad's impression of Harry.

"So, what's going on?" I run my hand through my hair.

"Just school and relationship problems. Nothing too serious."

"What's happening between you and Zayn?"

"I wanted to take our relationship to the next level but I guess Zayn didn't."

"Okay?" Dad gets up and tries to leave but I stop him.

"Dad! You're supposed to be helping me fix my problem, not running away from them!" He stops in his tracks and turns back.

"Sorry, I'm not good at this stuff. I tried reading those books and searching online but I don't get it! I can't even keep up my own relationship!" My eyes start to tear up and I look back up at Dad.

"Could you just help me? Please?" He sighs then sits back down.

"Okay, here's what you do. Tomorrow when you get out of school. Go straight to Zayn's house and apologize." I nod and smile to myself.

"That could work."

-Liam

I don't know what the hell I just told my son. I'm not good at this stuff! Alice would of been probably. I pull away from Louis and smile. I walk out of his room and back downstairs to see Harry coloring on the floor and Niall looking up at the ceiling.

"What are you looking at, Nialler?" I kneel down and pick him up, he coos and giggles for some weird reason. I set him in the play pen and lay on the couch with a big sigh.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Harry lays next to me and copies my big sigh.

"Nothing." He pushes at my shoulder and frowns.

"Really, what's wrong?" I smirk and run my hand through his brown curls.

"Let's just say Papa's having relationship problems just like your older brother." Harry ohs and nods as if he knew what I was talking about.

"I mean, ever since your mother passed, I've been grieving and telling myself I'll never love anybody like I loved her but I have to live my life, you know? She would want me to move on right? I mean she'll always be my first love and mother to my children but I just gotta keep it moving." I understand how mature Harry is so hopefully he'll understand what I'm talking about.

"I get what you're saying, Dad. You want to find someone that gave you the same internal feelings Mum gave you. You want them to give you butterflies, you want them to make you stumble over your words even though you know what your trying to say, to make your palms sweat, to make you think harder than usual just to impress them. Just simple stuff like that, right?" I nod in shock because Harry knows this stuff. but shake it off because Harry is smarter than the average child.

"Speaking of simple stuff, I must go check the mail. You wanna come with me?"

"Sure." Louis comes downstairs just in time for me to tell him to watch Niall for a few minutes. He agrees, like he had a choice, and starts to play with him.

"Let's go!" We walk outside and walk towards the mailbox. I open it in and a bunch of letters and magazines spill out.

"Seriously, Dad?"

"It's been a while since I checked the mail so bare with me." I reach for the mail that spilled to the ground but a hand falls on top of mine just as I grab it. I look up and see ocean blue eyes that you could just get lost in them any day. He quickly looks down and smiles a little.

"Sorry, you dropped your mail. Sorry, I just wanted to help." He curses quietly and bites his lip.

"No, I should've checked my mail like I was supposed to." I laugh a little then scratch the back of my neck. He holds his hand out with a smile.

"I'm Hayden." I immediately feel my palms sweating. I'm starting to think too hard

I'm panicking! What's my damn name?! Oh.....

"L-Liam."