homeless [l.s.]

04

after driving non-stop for what felt like hours, louis started to feel dreary and zayn started to get reckless.

"ready for another carrot?" louis asked bluntly.

"no." zayn spit.

louis sighed, and ate the carrot himself, and the pair fell back into silence.

crunching down on the last bit of carrot, louis' eyes fell on a green sign on the side of the road.

you are now entering holmes chapel.

"oh shit, look lou, they're selling welcome signs!" zayn exclaimed.

i chuckled, "i don't think that's what they're called."

"fight me."

but before i could answer, zayn had already ran off into another isle.

"LOUIS!" i suddenly heard from behind me. i wheeled around and saw zayn examining a wooden skateboard deck.

"lou, can we please get it? you can do ART, on a SKATEBOARD!" he emphasized, "how cool is that?!"

i smiled, zayn was higher than the eiffel tower.

"pleeeeeeeeeease." zayn pleaded with his terrible attempt at puppy-dog eyes.

"hmmm." i pretended to think. it actually seemed really fun.

"PLEEEEEEEEEEEAASE."

"okay."

zayn literally shrieked, ran up to me and tackled me into a hug, kissing my cheek.

"thank you thank you thank you!"

we were out of the store in seconds.

"i've got so many cool colours at home, oh my god this is gonna be fun, lou i'm so excited, oh my god." zayn babbled as we walked home.

"yeah, i bet you do."

"am i being too loud? oh no, louis please i'm sorry i won't do it again, oh no-"

i cut him off, "zaynie, you're the only person i know, if you were being too loud we would be strangers by now."

zayn grinned, "shut up you bafoon."

we crept through the front door, being careful not to wake zayn's parents in the early hours of the day.

sneaking downstairs, zayn scuddled over to an old, battered box on a shelf and slid it down, letting it crash on the ground.

we grimaced at this noise and i peered upstairs to see if zayn's parents had heard us.

they hadn't.

thank god.

"okay, okay, look at this," zayn started, "i've got yellow, green, blue, another blue, another blue, light blue, dark blue, an even darker blue, black, red, another red-"

"zayn, i get it, let's just start, kay?"

zayn cooed, and dropped to the floor, rummaging around for newspaper.

beep.

"so, what're you gonna do?" i asked.

"batman." zayn said.

"just batman?"

zayn giggled, "maaaaybe. you'll have to wait and see."

"oh okay."

beep.

we sat in silence for hours, the occasional spray-can hissing on the wood or a pencil trailing along the wood.

interrupting my thoughts as i drew, i felt a sudden weight on my left leg.

i looked down, and saw zayn resting his head on it, with the pencil in between his fingertips.

"zayn?" i whispered, "what are you doing?"

"sleeping." he murmured back.

"why are you on me?"

"because you're comfy."

"oh."

although i was not gay at the time (and i'm still not, not that i know of anyway), i had to admit, zayn was beautiful. who can't admit that?

as i continued drawing, the soft breaths zayn took and the scribbling of the pencil filled the air.

beep. beep. beep.

"daddy, that's been going off for ages."

louis snapped back to reality, and peered over to the dashboard.

critically low gas.

"shit," louis whispered, "shit, shit, shit."

the car started to slow down, and louis felt like he wanted to punch himself in the face.

"daddy," zayn's voice sounded shaky and uneven, "why- why are we slowing down?"

"love, it's okay, we've just ran out of gas. no biggy."

"so, w-what are we gonna do?"

"well-" louis sighed, "-looks like we're stuck here."

"but we don't live here."

"love, we don't live anywhere."

being in homes chapel did have some pros, of course, maybe louis could meet someone here? then him and zayn would actually have a house to live in and not a rickety old station wagon.

zayn's voice filled the silence.

"daddy, why am i called zayn?"

A/N

stream something great by one direction

anyways i dont have anything to say (for once) so BYE

-el :)