that's for my boyfriend! ▸ narry

▸ boys and boys and curls and curls

meanwhile on the other side of london louis was sat in his flat with his best mate zayn (aside from niall of course) and his sort-of crush nick.  "how did that little fucker get to meet harry styles without me, z?" louis pondered, fixing his lips into a pout.

"because you didn't want to go to starbucks with him," nick said.

"how come you got to meet harry styles without me, nick?"

"because you were too lazy to come to the station.  anywho, i had him follow your twitter. @harrybuttsex? really, lou?"

louis blushed furiously because of the nickname (haha, NICKname), "i was a curl back then."

"a curl? you've never had a single curl on your head, lewis," zayn said.

louis didn't get offended at this, zayn had always called him lewis.  niall had always called him louis.  and, to tease him, nick had always called him boobear.  and louis would be lying if he said he didn't find it endearing.

"zarchibald javass malikane, a curl is a noob fan of harry styles. because they think harry's going to marry his curls or something."

nick snorts, "yeah, only you could marry harry's curls."

"or your quiff," zayn murmered. "and anyways, my name is zayn javaad malik, you dork."

"WHALE PENIS!" louis and nick shouted at the same time.

"fucking twats," zayn muttered.

"nicholas peter grimshaw, you owe me a fucking soda!" louis grinned, sticking his tongue out.

nick rolled his eyes, "you have twenty million sodas in your fridge, boobear."  he was right, louis did have a surprising amount of soda.  louis stuck his tongue out, "you still owe me a soda."

"the sexual tension in this room is so thick you'd need a machete to get through all this," zayn teased.

louis forced a laugh, "yeah.  by the way, zayn. did you know that waliyha had actually written fanfiction about harry styles a while ago?"

zayn's eyes widened at this, "did she have an account or something somewhere?"

"yeah.  on wattpad."

zayn took this as his que to leave and go find his sister, who at this moment was snuggled up in one of zayn's shirts with hot cocoa, whipped cream, and wattpad.

louis stared at nick, "so zayn, right?"

"look, lou, i gotta go.  ed texted me.  he needs my help to ask this girl named taylor or something out."

"oh, okay.  bye nick," louis murmered. nick exited quickly and louis sighed.

why did zayn always have to fuck everything up?

---i love sweeran so please, no hate!