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louis and zayn we're already half way into their second movie, cuddled up together on the couch when zayn thought of something.

he was mindlessly running his fingers through zayn's hair, when zayn suddenly suggested something out of the blue.

"wanna invite bread and the giant puppy over ?"

louis hummed while thinking, still using his fingertips to brush zayn's hair. "yeah, actually. sounds nice. proper boyfriends night out in it ?" louis chuckled, zayn also a little while after.

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they called the two boys up, said they'd come at around noon.

they we're just starting their third movie when louis looked around their flat, noticing it was dirty and the food they ordered was just about done.

"z how 'bout i clean the flat and you go grocery shopping for a bit. wanna cook something up for when the boys come over"

louis gets up from his position, his head on zayn's lap. standing up and bending over to pick up the rest of what's left of their take out. throwing the cardboard boxes into the trash, going back into the living room to discard the empty cups of soda and iced tea that we're too drowned out by the 70:30 drink to ice ratio (70% ice 30% the actual drink, you heard it here folks)

zayn looks like a deer in headlights while looking at louis. only because it was rare for him to cook, let alone step foot in the kitchen. he only did so if he needed cereal or something to drink.

"oh sod off, z. you don't want to try my chicken, wrapped in parma ham stuffed with mozzarella for dinner ? and how 'bout some thai curry for lunch ? would you like that, love ?"

zayn practically moaned at the suggestion. louis may not always cook, but when he does. he makes a damn good meal that's good enough for seconds.

"great, now go get them groceries babe"

zayn never got ready faster in his life.

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zayn's been out for about a solid twenty minutes.

it was understandable, though. they didn't have any food left in their cupboards and fridge. they quite literally have been living off of take outs and uber eats.

louis was just about done cleaning up their flat, finishing off their rooms, folding zayn's clothes- oddly enough he may like to clean the kitchen and bathrooms, he never folded his clothes or did any laundry. which is why they we're louis' chores.

the doncaster lad went back down to pick up a few more stray
pieces of rubbish laying around their living room.

he bent over to pick some garbage, his shirt -not actually his, it was liam's. he had a collection of the lads' clothing but neither of the boys minded. they grew quite fond of it- riding up his bum a bit exposing his silk and lace panties.

yes he walks around half naked with zayn in their shared flat. it was weirdly normal for the best friends. (having their fair share of living with louis for a while, you see the boy like that a lot so they decided to be comfortable as well) seeing each other nude more times than deemed socially acceptable.

louis was right in the middle of picking something up when the door suddenly opened. assuming it was zayn back home from grocery shopping, he continued cleaning "z, i just finished cleaning up wanna help me-" mid sentence louis turns around to see that it wasn't in fact, zayn.

it was harry.

"lou, babe. please let me explain"
harry says as he steps closer to louis.

louis, on the other hand. was speechless. no he wasn't dumb. he hasn't forgotten about the earlier occurrences.