Atelophobia//zouis (on hold)

Chapter 2

"So you live in the building?" Louis asked bringing his cup of tea back to his lips. Zayn cleared his throat and set his cup on the table looking straight into Louis' eyes. It's only then that he realized how beautiful he was. His hair was long and pushed to one side, light and sligtly curly at the end. He had small thin lips that stretched beautifully when he smiled, tiny dimples appearing. And his eyes were so deep, looking through him like right now--

"Uh, yes. On the third floor, actually."

"Oh," Louis smiled charmingly, "Do you live there alone?"

"Well, no. I live with my older sister."

"Older? How old is she?"

Zayn tensed. Louis was getting into the personal questions and he didn't quite felt comfortable with it.

"Twenty-three years old." Zayn answered coldly, breaking eye contact as he took another sip of his tea hoping Louis would get the message.

Louis did. He smiled and finished his tea then clapped his hands on the table, standing up. He collected both empty mugs and walked to the kitchen to put them in the washing machine. Zayn looked around the room--the living room. It was small and cozy, a large couch set in the middle, with a small table on which a TV was standing. On the right was the door to outside, and on the left was the wooden table on which he was currently sitting on waiting for Louis to get back. Louis came back from a long corridor which Zayn guessed gave access to all the other rooms.

When Louis sat back down on the chair opposite to Zayn, he looked a bit lost. As if he didn't know why Zayn was still here, or if he actually still wanted to be here. So Zayn cracked a smile to make him understand he was fine here. He really was. Nothing on his lind, no more heavy weight on his shoulderd or empty feeling in his stomach.

"You don't think this is weird, do you? Me just, inviting you in when we barely just met." He was rubbing his hands together, and crunched his nose up with a light smile on his lips ashe talked.

"Kinda is," Zayn laughed, "But we could get to know each other?" He asked and immediately regretted it, the last thing he needed was this bloke asking him about his LIFE, and his FAMILY, and HIMSELF. "Or, I could-- get to know you," He swallowed hard, adam apple visible to Louis, "I mean... I'm not a

very interesting person..?" It came out more as a question, as if he wasn't sure of himself, the last words mumbled as he had lowered his head and was now looking down. Louis must have noticed his uncomfortableness as he didn't argue.

"Right, okay." He played with his fingers as he started speaking. He learned that his full name was Louis William Tomlinson, he had four younger sisters inculding twins. His parents were divorced and he lived with his dad who had married another woman. At times, Zayn would say something about himself, when Louis told him he was seventeen, he had said that HE TOO. When Louis said his passions were singing and acting he had mumbled a "Mine is art," and when Louis had this interested look on his face, he made sure not to let him ask too many questions, ("WHAT KIND OF ART?" "MOSTLY COMICS," "OH I LOVE COMICS. DO YOU DRAW SOME?" "SOMETIMES."). Quickly he had gone back to talking about himself and Zayn couldn't be more grateful. He couldn't help but enjoy how the boy talking rather quickly but with so much calmness and how his eyes warmed at times or the ways his lips moved in synchronization to his words.

"And well. Here I am. I just moved in here-- two weeks ago, I think it was? Before I was in Doncaster and we had to move because of my father's work which kinda sucks cause I'm completely lost here. I don't know ANYBODY. Well, except you." He laughed and Zayn stared sweetly at him, eyes fully open and ears listening carefully to his every word.

"And that's cool. Especially since we live in the same building. You can, like, show me around and stuff. You know, if you don't mind." He smiled. Zayn smiled back.

"Sure." The brown-haired lad smiled widely this time, teeth exposed and Zayn thought he was going to melt.

"That's quite nice, actually. You're nice."

"Uh," Zayn couldn't find anything to say. THANK YOU? YOU TOO? It's not like he believed it anyway, even though Louis seemed genuine, it was just too IMPOSSIBLE, WEIRD for Zayn to accept that someone found him NICE. "I should probably get back to mine." He decided to say to break the awkward silence that had suddenly surrounded the room. Both boys exchanged awkward smiles before saying goodbye and Zayn leaving.

When he got to his apartment and was inside his tiny dark room, he couldn't decide if he wanted to see this Louis bloke again. Probably not, he was all cheeky smiles and bright eyes and too friendly for Zayn's liking. They were so different, how would they ever be able to build a friendship? Oh god, now he was thinking about being friends with someone. Someone he just met. Someone very pretty. Wait, what?

Zayn brushed all of his thoughts away and got into his bed, soon falling asleep to the sound of rain pouring against his window frame.

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I'm sorry of this is boring. Do i make my chapters too long? I think i do. I should make them shorter and update more often.

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