All You Are is What I Need (Larry BoyxBoy) Book 2

Thirty Five

Louis' in his skinny jeans and in a tank top hoodie. His hair is pulled back with a black headband, and he's on his board, hands in his hoodie pocket, skating down the empty pavement. It's the beginning of September, and UNI is going to be starting in just under a few weeks, so he and Zayn had to meet up at a later time due to more people being present on the campus.

He finds his best mate practising ollies by the stairs, cursing at himself when he slips and messes up.

"Rodney Mullen would be ashamed," he calls out, slowing his board so he can step off of it and pick it up.

Zayn flips him off.

Louis walks over to him, holding his board against his hip and smiling, "Why hello your pretension arse," Louis coughs, "I mean- artist/."

Zayn snorts, shaking his head, "Don't pretend like you didn't like the piece of you and H."

He scoffs, popping his hip, "That's because I was taking it as a much better apology than your last one."

Zayn rolls his eyes, standing up on his board and moving his feet and legs so it swishes back and forth. "Speaking of H, how's he doing?"

Louis sighs, looking to the ground, "He's, uh," he starts, soft smile spreading over his face, "he's doing really good, actually. He's talking to a therapist."

Zayn's eyes widen, "Seriously?"

"Yeah," Louis grins, "he is."

Zayn shakes his head, "that's- that's fucking fantastic, mate" he says, jumping off his board to wrap Louis in a hug. "So fucking great," he murmurs under his breath, picking Louis up and spinning him in circles.

Louis' thrown over his shoulder, and his board drops to the ground. "Zayn, I swear to go-"

Zayn shuts him up by slapping his arse, "Better hold on tight, mate."

"No," Louis starts, eyes widening "no, Zayn! Zayn put me down!" Louis screeches, kicking his legs as Zayn steps onto his skateboard and gives it a push.

"You screech like the fucking blonde girl in all the horror films, mate," he takes a wide turn, and he's not even going fast, just fast enough to scare Louis, "it's a bit embarrassing really."

Louis' about to yell again, when he starts to slip off the side of Zayn's shoulder, and he grabs hold of Zayn's back pockets to try and save himself, only to have Zayn squeak and fall backwards. Louis shrieks, letting go of Zayn's arse to put his hands on the grass as he flips over and onto his back, Zayn falling on his bum.

Zayn groans, and then glares when he hears Louis burst into laughter.

"Did you see me?" he screams, "I just flipped. I just did a flip! Off your back!"

Zayn closes his eyes, groaning louder when Louis crawls over to him.

"Harry's gonna find this so hot," Louis whispers excitedly.

"Will you shut up," Zayn whines, sitting up to pull his crushed cig pack out of his back pocket, "now they're all fucking smashed."

Louis sits back on his knees, throwing his hands up in defense, " I told you not to do it."

Zayn makes a mocking face, squeezing the crushed box in his hand to form it into a more box-like form again, before flipping the lid on it.

It only takes a moment for Louis to give in, but once he does, he sighs deeply, holding his hand out to Zayn, "Here, give me some, I'll help you out."

"Better," Zayn mumbles, dumping half of the cigs out and handing them over to Louis.

Louis carefully rolls them between his fingers, trying to de-flat them, but not break the fragile wrap that surrounds them. It only takes a moment, but soon he is looking at them as he rolls them, and the difference is subtle but there, and he's snorting, "Zayn Malik, have you got yourself some spliffs here?"