taste my sad // ziall ✔️

01.

zayn sat on the blanket that was layed in the grass and watched niall play by the river. he could hear niall's laughter from where he was sitted.

it looked like niall was just kicking his feet like a child and being his care-free self.

zayn smiled. he loved seeing his best friend happy like this. like there was no problem in this shit world they lived in.

"zayn!" niall shouted standing up and running up the hill. he ran and fell a few times, laughing his ass off. "zaynie baby," he said out of breath and falling down by zayn.

niall layed on his back staring up at zayn with a grin plastered on his beautiful face. "zayn," he said still watching zayn.

zayn was also staring at niall. he smiled as he thought about how happy the little irish boy makes him.

"yes, niall?"

"i'm hungry." he laughed. "what did you bring?"

"i brought sandwiches," zayn said leaning over niall and grabbing the stupid basket he brought that he thought would be a good idea.

"and chips, and some cookies i made."

niall took in a dramatic breath,  "cookies??? you made cookies???" he asked childlike with big eyes.

zayn giggled (a manly giggle) and nodded his head. 

niall smirked and reached for the basket. "i'll have a sandwich first."

zayn watched niall pull out a turkey sandwich, that he had made from scratch, and take a bite.

"well are you gonna eat too?" niall asked.

"of course, you doofus." zayn laughed.

"i'm not a doofus. you're a doofus, doofus."

yeah but you're my doofus, so. zayn thought.