Zayn Malik opened the door to his apartment, the same apartment that he and his best mate Louis shared, well basically Zayn paid all the rent and Louis ate all all the honey nut Cheerios.
But that's the way things had always been.
He walked into the living room to see Louis and a brunette in the middle of a heated snog session, the brunette with her hand down his pants.
Zayn cleared his throat and Louis pushed the girl off of him.
"Hey mate" Louis greeted him nonchalantly, as if his hair wasn't ruffled and his lips weren't red, and the brunette wasn't huffing at being interrupted.
"Um we were kind of in the middle of something" she said rudely.
"Yeah, on my couch" Zayn snapped.
"Our couch" Louis added.
"My couch"
She rolled her eyes, "I'm leaving"
"Bye..." Louis trailed off, obviously forgetting her name.
"Eleanor"
"Right"
"Call me?"
"No, you suck at handjobs"
"Ugh" she turned on her heel and left, leaving the 2 men alone.
"So, where'd you meet her?"
"I was walking to get a cigarette and I saw her outside of that coffee place"
"Which one?"
"Um s-s"
"Starbucks?"
"Yeah"
"So, guess what?"
"What?"
"Niall wants to go to a club"
Niall was Zayn's boyfriend of 3 years, he's considered a flower child and suffered from Peter Pan syndrome.
He was abused as a kid, and regressed until he seemed as if he was 6.
"What? He can't!" "He gets scared around people!"
"I know, but I thought it would be fun"
"You just want to get him drunk"
"Hey!"
"I'm not coming"
"Aw come on!"
"People suck!"
"You haven't left the house in 7 years."
"Um excuse you, I went out this morning to get cigarettes, how do you think I met, what's her face"
"Eleanor"
"Right"
"Yes you are"
Louis sighed, "fine"
"Wooh!"
"But I'm not going to have a good time!"
"Hey, you might meet someone" Zayn said winking.
"I doubt it"
