There were many times Zayn asked Louis to describe things or people or places to him, he always asked and was never denied, Louis happily and thoroughly described it all to him. But there was one time when Zayn didn't ask Louis for something like that, he instead asked his Papa because he wanted to know how Louis looked.
He remembers his Papa going on and on about just how blue his eyes were, how they resembled the sky just after it rained and the clouds cleared up, a soft blue with a hint of grey. And Zayn could picture it perfectly, it was a vague and fuzzy image in his mind but he remembers seeing things like that when he was younger. Zayn's Papa spent most of the time describing Louis' eyes, then only spent a few moments describing everything else about him like his cheekbones and his tattoos.
After Zayn heard Louis' words, he could feel a shiver up his back and goosebumps appear on his skin, he could feel those blue eyes staring at him. It made him antsy and fidgety as he continued to stroke the small spot between Bo's large ears, his grin slowly fading into a much more content smile. His smile was accompanied by heated cheeks that turned a dusty cherry red that he knew Louis could see.
"Really?" Zayn whispered back.
"Really." Louis' staring at Zayn, he's waiting for something to happen, something big that could maybe change how things are between them but it never happens. In fact, Harry interrupts before anything can happen.
"I'm hungry," Harry whines as he comes walking into the kitchen with a frown on his face and a hand on his stomach.
Louis watches Zayn's lips turn into a frown but then turn back up into a smile. "Why don't we have some of your ice cream?" Zayn asks gleefully.
"I would but I don't work today so I'm not wasting time by going in if I don't have to." Harry was looking through Louis' fridge now and only continued to frown when he found it empty.
"I'll just buy pizza," Louis suggested, finally looking away from Zayn and standing up from his squat. He sighed.
"I don't have money," Zayn said.
"I wouldn't make you pay." Louis shook his head in disbelief before helping Zayn to his feet. "Don't even argue back, Zayn," Louis said softly as he watched Zayn's mouth open to answer back with a protest.
"Pizza? We always have pizza," Harry continues to whine with a scrunched up nose and a pout. Zayn only smiles and laughs.
"My Papa always cooks, so I haven't had pizza since my birthday."
"When was that?" Harry asks as he furrows his eyebrows and stares at Zayn with concern.
"January 12th!" Zayn says happily.
"S-Six months? How can you live like that?" Harry replies in disbelief. Louis' ordering the pizza with a blank face as he watches the two interact.
"I like my Papa's cooking more than pizza, it's really good. It's spicy sometimes but I think you'd like it! Maybe you can come for dinner one day." Zayn can't stop smiling, not only did he have Louis as his friend, he now had Harry too.
Harry smiles. "You want me to meet your parents before we even have a date? That's a bit too fast, even for me." Zayn bites down on his lip, he knows what Harry's insinuating but he didn't mean it that way.
"Not like that! I-I just wanted y-you to have some of my Papa's cooking!" Zayn says in a defensive tone. Harry laughed with crinkly eyes and a big grin.
"Harry, leave him be," Louis says, a bit of irritation in his tone.
"But it's fun." Harry frowns and watches as Zayn slowly makes his way to Louis with his hands reaching out around him. He clings to Louis' arm once he reaches him. He smiles at that. "Why don't you have dinner with him and his family, Lou? Tell me if the foods good."
Zayn smiles again and nods his head. "I want you to come, Louis!" Zayn's says. "But only you," he whispers only loud enough for Louis to hear him.
Louis chuckles quietly and smiles, he's met Zayn's parents before but never really went over there when they were, so this would be a change for once.
"Anything for you," Louis answers, pulling Zayn out of the kitchen and towards the living room. He has him sit down on the couch. "Be back in a bit." Zayn nods.
Louis makes his way back to the kitchen and sets out three plates so they're ready for when the pizza arrives. "We don't need plates, we got the box, dummy," Harry says as he pours himself a glass of juice.
"Fuck off, I don't want you getting crumbs on my floor." Harry laughs and Louis turns to give him a look.
"What? You never cared about that before. S'just weird." Harry glances at him before putting the jug of juice back in the refrigerator. "Is it because of Zayn?"
Louis raises an eyebrow. "Why would it be because of him? I just don't want fucking mice and cockroaches crawling around my home cause of you," Louis grumbles. He watches Harry take a sip of the juice and lean against the counter.
"Geesh.. My bad, man." Harry continues to drink his juice with a frown and Louis just simply rolls his eyes and makes his way back to the living room.
Louis watches Zayn for a moment, he notices just how still and calm the kid is as he waits for Louis to come back. He's barely even moving, like he's afraid he'll make a mistake.
There's a soft thud as Louis plops hisself down next to Zayn. He moves as close to the boy as he can until their arms and thighs are pressed against each other, Zayn's warm. He feels Zayn move over slightly but only so he can comfortably lay his head against Louis' shoulder.
A smiles on Zayn's face but it almost fully disappears when he wonders if it's okay if he can hold Louis' hand, he knows they only hold hands whenever Zayn needs Louis' help and right now he's not doing anything that requires his help. But Zayn thinks he can do it, he has to be comfortable taking some sort of risk like that, especially since Louis was so comfortable taking the risk of calling him beautiful.
So Zayn runs the back of his fingers across Louis' skin, he can fill goosebumps rising on the soft skin as he makes his way down the forearm. Soon he feels Louis' thumb, causing him to stop and carefully entangle his fingers with Louis'. There's a brief moment where Louis hesitates, almost like he's contemplating whether or not to hold Zayn's hand back. He does.
Louis understands that Zayn's skin is soft, his hand isn't sweaty but his skin is so smooth like a pair of moisturized lips.
He glances down at Zayn, his eyes are closed and his eyelashes nearly brush against his skin, his face is the most relaxed that Louis' ever seen it. He watches as Zayn opens his eyes though and moves his head from Louis' shoulder that then moves in different directions as if he's looking around the room.
It's weird what happens next. Zayn turns to Louis, his entire face facing him and pointed slightly up and Louis feels a bit uneasy. He thinks Zayn can see him for a moment, that he's truly analyzing and critiquing every bit of his face from his high cheekbones to his reddening skin.
Zayn reaches to Louis' face with his free hand and presses it to Louis' cheek, a smile growing across his face. "You know, Louis, you're beautiful too."
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Fanfiction"I give anything to hear you say it one more time, that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes."
