We MaDe It

3.

"Turn on your side.." Zayn mumbled against the pillow, turning to face the other way. But there was no escaping Harry's loud snores which were getting louder with age..

"Haz.." Zayn reached out his hand pushing him on his side. In other words, forcefully pushed him so Harry had no choice but to change positions.

Zayn breathed a sigh of relief when Harry finally turned, and the noise stopped. Only momentarily, twenty seconds later, the snoring started again.

"For fucksake, Harry.." he threw the bed covers to one side, getting out of bed. He yanked the duvet off the bed and grabbed a pillow, walked out of tne bedroom leaving Harry with just a thin bedsheet covering him. He dragged the duvet, trodding down the stairs to the lounge. The couch was comfortable anyway..

He threw the pillow on the couch, and plopped down throwing the duvet over himself. He immediately jumped off it, landing on his bum on the floor, hands over his mouth to avoid screaming. He didn't know who was on the couch, but with a full house it could be any of its residents, and he didn't want to wake the whole house with his screams. And whoever it was groaned, Zayn shuffled back on his bum and in his rush to get away knocked the back of his head on the corner of the coffee table.

"Fuck.." he cursed silently, groaning in pain.

"Who's there?" Asked a voice from the couch.

Fucking Liam Payne. Zayn crawled back to the couch just as fast and take an aim and started slapping him. He couldn't see much in the dark but he knew that voice. "This is my fucking house. I should be asking who's there.."

"Oh my god Zayn, stop.." Liam sat up trying to get away from hard blows that kept landing on his chest. "It's me Liam.." he grabbed Zayn's hands and pulled him to his chest. "Stop.." he was stronger, and able to hold him still in his arms. "You always hit like a girl but damn, it's painful" he chuckled, then let him go to put the light on, as Zayn gathered himself, sitting on the couch.

Except for no shoes and jacket, Liam was fully clothed. He grabbed the duvet and covered Zayn, who was shivering, not from the cold but after effects of shock. He sat next to him..."oww.." he cried out when Zayn slapped him across the cheek. "What was that for?" he rubbed his cheek, backing away.

"That was shock not me.." Zayn answered, "How did you get in?"

"Brooklyn let me in. Sorry I didn't warn you I was coming.."

Zayn pulled the duvet up his chest feeling the cold. He only had on a flimsy T-shirt of Harry's and boxers. Autumn early mornings are the coldest. He flinged his legs over the couch, and criss crossed them to sit facing Liam.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night? On a school night" Zayn rubbed his eyes, yawning now that the shock was being dissolved by the heat from the duvet.

Liam shrugged casually, "just needed a friend.."

"You could have called, Li" Zayn said softly.

"I texted you..but I get it, you don't have time to reply to my texts.."

Zayn sighed, he smiled at him. "You know I'm terrible at returning texts, you should have just called Lou. He's the reliable one not me. I'm glad you came though. Everything okay?"

Liam stood up and got undressed to boxers and T-shirt not answering for a beat. "I miss your cuddles. Lie down"

Zayn rolled his eyes, and laid down. Liam was the big spoon, arm around Zayn's body as they cuddled on the big enough for two couch. "I heard about you and Sophia. I'm sorry about that.."

"Our separation is a year overdue if I'm being honest. The fights are just getting bigger..and..I don't know. I tried..we tried.." he stopped talking breathing against Zayn's shoulder.