homeless [l.s.]

12

"daddy." zayn whispered.

he turned over, "daddy."

louis internally groaned, "mhmm?"

"tell me a story."

louis opened his eyes, "love, it's two a.m."

"please?"

louis sighed, "okay," he closed eyes, "but only a short one," he said, turning over and holding zayn from behind, "when i was younger, i knew a boy and a boy."

"zayn! slow down!" he giggled.

"no!" the tanned boy returned, panting slightly, "as your best friend, i'm obligated to run you out of energy so then i can cuddle you and hug you all day and you can't do anything about it."

he couldn't say no to that.

abruptly, he was attacked from behind.

"oomph- oh, hi zayn."

"hey bestie." the muffled sound came from his back.

"what are you doing?" he smiled.

"giving you a cuddle."

"why?"

"because i love you."

that was the first time someone's ever told him they love him, that is, after his mum, you know.

"i love you too." he turned around and returned the hug, digging his head into the crook of zayn's neck.

"now his headstone's on a lawn." louis whispered, finishing.

after a short silence, zayn broke the silence, "was that you?"

"was what?"

"the person in the story."

"yeah," louis whispered, "yeah, it was."

the air filled with silence.

"night daddy."

"goodnight, love."

the next morning, however, both boys slept until midday, and not even waking up inbetween.

when they did wake, both were greeted with the others' deep green and blue eyes.

"hello, you."

"hi daddy."

"how was your sleep?"

"warm."

louis kissed his nose, "that's good."

the pair sat up, and louis weaved his hands into some bags to find zayn some clothes.

"you know," louis started, as he was helping zayn change, "i saw a museum in town we could go to."

"what's a meesum?"

"museum, love. a museum is a place where you can look at cool stuff."

"but i see you everyday! why aren't you in a meesum?"

louis beamed, "i'll only go if you come with me."

"okay!" zayn said, almost instantly, "let's go!"

"oh- okay."

the two speed-walked down the street, twisting and turning at every corner, until they finally reached the museum, or the "meesum".

louis pushed open the doors, and glanced up at the giant chandelier that was hanging from the pearl white ceiling, then averting his eyes to the paintings with draped the walls.