Of Moleskines and Music Students - A Ziam Oneshot

Louis follows his gaze, his face breaking out into a knowing smirk, "I see", he drawls, "he looks like he's been up for three days trying to finish final papers and study for exams, and is surviving off coffee, red bull, and desperation."

Zayn chuckles, because that is a scarily accurate description, and for all he knows, that's exactly what's been happening.

"I'm into it", Louis says, still looking at the boy, although his stare is much more appreciative than it was before, which makes Zayn in turn see red.

"Back off bro", Zayn growls, much more forcefully than he had intended, but seriously, Louis needs to back off, Zayn saw him first.

Or: the one where Zayn is an aspiring novelist and Liam is the overworked music student that Zayn accidentally turns into his very own manic pixie dream girl before discovering the real thing is much better.

Crossposted from my ao3