Lust or love?

01

/Zayn/

"So, who else is coming?" I question Liam, an annoyed look plastered on my face as I plop down onto the couch. Liam invited me to his flat for a movie night, and I'm only now finding out he invited more people. Liam is my best mate, scratch that. My only mate. I'm not any good at making any friends, honestly. Liam on the other hand, he's something else. I swear this man gets around, and as bad as that sounds, I'd like to be more like him. He's friendly. Sometimes a bit too friendly.

"Does it matter, Z? C'mon, lighten up mate. It's about time you made some friends other than me." He gave me a soft smile as he handed me two large bowls of popcorn, I quickly placed them on the coffee table in front of me, soon crossing my arms over my chest.

"It does matter, so spit it out." I nearly growled at him as he rolled his eyes, pulling his phone out.

"Niall, the blonde headed boy you met when you decided to come to my flat, unnanouced, reminder. You ruined our night. His best mate Harold, and another friend of theirs, Louis." He spoke, putting his phone back in his pocket as if he just finished reading a text.

"So, basically you don't know them either? You know Niall?" I questioned him as I furrowed my eyebrows, putting my feet up on the coffee table, careful to not spill the popcorn.

Liam nodded. "Well, I invited Niall, he was with his mates at the time so I thought why not? Zayn definitely needs friends."

I rolled my eyes, as the doorbell went off, I stood up onto my feet, fixing my slightly wrinkled shirt along with the skinny jeans I had on, following a sprinting Liam towards the door. He sprung the door open, before I knew it Niall sprinted into his arms, as Liam snaked his arms around his waist.

Liam and Niall were sort of a thing. Sort of, I guess they were taking things slow, I assume due to the fact that my best mate never spoke about him or introduced him to me, but when I did meet Niall, I knew he was a sweet and goofy boy. Seemed fragile but had good intentions, so I do hope Liam and Niall do become something in the future. I feel as if they are good for eachother. Liam might act all strong and mighty, but he is just as fragile as Niall seems, just better at hiding it.

They finally pulled away, Niall then turning to me, a huge smile plastered on his face. "Zayn, and so we meet again!" He seemed very enthusiastic as he pulled me into a quick hug, causing me to chuckle.

"Hello, Niall." I mumble, not paying much attention to the next two lads that walked in after him. Finally as Niall pulls away, I lay my eyes on the other two lads.

Curly headed boy, with green eyes. Dimples. Shorter than us all, but not too short. Nearly the same height as Niall. Tattoos up and down his arms. Hot.

The other male had a few tattoos, mostly on his neck and hands, he was quite tall, brunnette hair, caramel eyes. Also very hot.

"Hello, 'm Zayn." I speak, a small smile forming on my lips as I put my hand out for the curly headed boy to shake, only for the taller one to step in front of him and shake my hand instead.

"Hiya mate, Louis. And this right here, this is Hazza. He's quite shy, pleasure to meet you!" He spoke, his voice was sort of high pitched, adorable though. I just chuckled.

"Nice to meet you, Louis." I mumble, taking my hand back, as the curly headed boy pushed Louis aside.

"I'm not that frickin' shy, for Gods sake I can introduce myself. Hi, I'm Harold. Also known as Harry or Hazza." He smiled at me and I was completely mesmerized. I figured Liam noticed because he of course spoke to cut off whatever awkward silence I started.

"Well as you both should know, I'm Liam it was a pleasure to meet you both, and welcome to the flat." I quickly snapped out of whatever trance Harry just put me into, taking a step back.

"I'll be back, just need to go to the loo." I smile softly, as I made my way towards the bathroom, closing the door behind me and standing in front of the mirror, slapping myself on the forehead lightly.

I'm Zayn. I mesmerize people, I don't get mesmerized. I don't stare in awe. I don't create awkward silences, I break them. What the hell has gotten into me for christ's sake. I need to snap the hell out of it, now. I just sigh deeply, letting it all go before heading back to the living room where they were all already sitting down on the couch.

Niall of course next to Liam, Louis beside Niall and Harry next to Louis. Harry spotted me and slightly scooted to the side, patting the space between him and Louis for me to sit. I sat down, the lads talking about who knows what, I block them out for a few seconds before listening.

"No, definitely not." Niall whines, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Come on, love. If you get scared you can hold on to me, I'm right here!" Liam argues, kissing his forehead gently.

"I agree with Ni on this one, I hate scary movies!" Harry complains from beside me as I chuckle.

"Can you two stop being wimps!! If you get scared you can cuddle up next to me." I look over at Harry, smirking at him a small blush appearing on his cheeks causing me to chuckle again.

"Oi, fuck you all! Louis the loner, as usual." Louis whined, and I could practically hear him rolling his eyes through his voice.

"Oh, love. I'm pretty sure Hazza wouldn't mind sharing." I wink at him, and he just chuckles as Liam shakes his head.

"So like, can you not be a manwhore, Zayn, please not in front of our guests... well, actually not with the guests." Liam playfully whines as I shrug my shoulders.

"This way we can watch a horror movie, right?" I question as I look over at Harry and he hesitantly nods.

Heaven eh? This is it. Louis and Harold? Perfect. The two hottest guys I've ever met, cuddling up next to me.

I love it.

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