Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

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"He just barged in and looked at us when Madi was about to devour my bigness." Louis tells Zayn, who currently has the speaker of his phone against his ear, listening to the recorded lecture he did when he thought the professor, who didn't really care enough to explain the lesson properly, blabbered too fast for his words to be coherent enough.

"Or was devouring my bigness."

"You worded that really horribly." Zayn comments. Louis shakes his head, "nope, all I did was say the truth—okay, moving on—right he was staring? It wasn't even like the normal staring—it was so intense. It's like his eyes were ripping right through my soul—"

Zayn is about to say something, already distracted. He closes the voice memo, deciding he'll probably just listen to it when Louis is asleep. The guy is a bit of a talker and a loud mouth when he's awake, obviously. He can't blame him—Zayn's a sucker for the tea...

Aaaand okay he will never say that again.

"The whole thing is just purely—bizarre. Didn't even see him—at all! I didn't know he was watching me train—way to be a creep." Louis mumbles the last part quietly. Zayn couldn't help but feel bad. His mind went back to when Harry saw the older boy kissing that one hot cheerleader.

"Lou, you don't have to be such a dick about it. Was probably just an accident." Zayn shrugs, genuinely feeling bad for Harry. It's obvious that the boy secretly has feelings for him. There's no denying that.

"Well—didn't look like it. Who showers in the field's shower room? Especially him, what's he going to shower for?"

"Either he did or didn't do it on purpose, you still don't have the right to be a dick about it." Zayn defends the boy.

"Oh come on, now when did you become all soft?" Louis asks him playfully, "you're usually in my side." He crosses his arms on his chest.

Zayn sighs, "I just feel bad."

Louis cocks a brow at that, "oh? So you don't feel bad for me? The man who experienced it all?"

Zayn shakes his head, lightly pinching his earlobe and ducking down. "It's not that—it's just cause I feel like he genuinely kinda likes you. He just can't do anything about it because of his situation." He explains, "don't you think so?" Zayn adds.

"I don't know. If he did, then he would've broken it off with that dick a long time ago." Louis shrugs again. "He clearly likes HIM a lot more. He just keeps using my bombass dick and my ass eating skills."

Zayn purses his lips, crossing his legs, changing his sitting position. "can't really say anything about that. Just try understanding him for a little bit. I think he's having a hard time, you know?"

"I've actually been trying if you haven't noticed." Louis sassily answers back, "I've been trying for the longest time." He lowers his gaze.

"Yeah, I know but—"

"You know what, Zayn? I'm going to go get coffee. See you later." Louis cuts him off, standing up and quickly putting on his shoes. He turns back to his friend, "and I'm going to answer you before you can ask—no, I'm not getting any coffee for you. You're welcome." Louis turns the door knob, sliding out and slamming the door on to the lad.

Zayn sighs, shaking his head.

He fishes for his phone to listen to his recorded lectures.

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Harry rubs the counter with the dirtied rag as he scolds Niall about never trying to cook ever again. "I've already told you like a billion times already to stop being a wannabe Gordon Ramsay." He wipes the burnt egg part off of the marble counters and into the trash can.