I'm really impressed with the tune Harry and Louis have come up with. And while we're on the topic of Harry and Louis, I believe Louis likes Harry. You can see way his face lights up around him. He came in today with the brightest smile on his face while Harry gave him a look of serious fond. Not to be rude or anything but Harry is really expressionless around us but put him next to Louis and the stars shine out of his eyes.

"Whatcha thinking about Malik?" Liam asks wrapping his arm around my shoulders making me snap out of it.

"Louis and Harry."

"Aww shucks. I thought it'd be me you thought of with a smile on your face. I must admit, I'm jealous." I blush. I'm surprised. Liam isn't the best flirt but he just has that kind of effect on me.

"Shut up, Payno. You better stop with your flirty antics right there." I pull his arm off me.

"Oh come on, Malik. You know you like this." He lowers his voice to an almost illegally husky tone, his lips ghosting near my ear. He moves away suddenly. "Do you wanna come over tonight?"

"Uh-um, y-yeah okay." I try to regain composure

"Oi lovebirds! We're trying to get some work done here. So if you'd bother concentrating, it'd be very much appreciated." Niall snaps and I notice that Liam and I weren't the only ones lost in our private bubble.

Louis and Harry were lost to the world, laughing and talking. Although I only met Harry recently, I like him and seeing him talk makes me really happy, even if he only talks to Louis.

"Well sorry for working on the lyrics." Louis sasses as Harry muffles a laugh.

"Oh I see what you're working on." Niall rolls his eyes. Louis glares at him. He gets up and slams a notebook in front of him. Niall huffs and picks it up, reading through. "Oops?"

Louis shakes his head and takes the notebook walking back to Harry who's laughing quietly. "Find it funny, Styles?" Louis challenges and starts tickling Harry.

"Zayn are you even listening?" Liam asks and I guiltily shake my head with a small laugh. He pouts at me making me laugh even more

"What were you saying?" I ask

"I was asking if you'd like to stay the night as well?"

"Uh- okay, sure. Yeah. I'd like that." I mumble and Liam and I finally start writing.

We finally come up with one song combining all of our brainwork. It's surprising that Louis and Harry get the most work done since they were goofing off the most.

"How do you guys do that?" I ask curiously.

"What?" Louis asks.

"This, manage getting more writing done as compared to us while all you were doing was goofing off."

At this Louis looks at Harry and gives him a secretive smile before laughing and wiggling his fingers. "Magic." Harry laughs and I shake my head.

"Guess we should get going?" Josh asks, speaking up pretty much for the first time. We all agree and begin packing up.

"See you later, Malik." Liam whispers in my ear bending over my back with his chest to my back as I pack up my stuff, shaking me out of my bones.

"Shit! Don't do that Liam! You killed me!" I say holding a hand over my heart. He just laughs and saying bye to everyone, he leaves.

Harry, Louis and I are the only ones left, because Harry sent Louis are chatting and I'm in my own world, anticipating tonight.

"Bye guys." I say as I walk out.

"Bye Zayn." Louis calls out. "Harry says bye too."

-x-x-

Before I know it, it's night and I'm driving to Liam's. I ring the doorbell.

Liam opens the door and smirks at me. The cheeky bastard is fucking shirtless. "Hey Zayn." he drags out the words with a drawl giving me a once over and making me gulp. He leans against the doorway "Come on in." I step in awkwardly still stunned by the lack of shirt. Not that I'm complaining.

I see that the TV is on and jump when I feel a hand on my lower back.

"Calm down, baby. It's just me." He whispers in my neck and I shudder. "It's just us here today."

"What do you wanna do?"

"Oh there's so much we could do." He drags out the word 'so' suggestively running his fingertips up and down the expanse of my back.

"Let's watch movies, I'm good with that." I gulp and he smirks.

"Make yourself comfortable, let me get some popcorn." He goes into the kitchen.

I let out a breath that I was holding. He's going to be the death of me. I take off my jacket and put it aside. It's way to hot in here. Wonder if he's cranked up the thermostat.

He comes back with a bowl of popcorn and sits down. "Do you mind lowering the temperature a bit? It's way too hot!" I ask.

"Sure." He lowers the temperature and sits back down. He plays a movie that I've never heard of before and settles back into the couch. About 15 minutes later I start feeling cold. I pull on my jacket while Liam just sits there shivering in his shirtless glory.

"Liam put on a fucking shirt. You're going to get sick." I say as I pick up blankets from the other couch, throwing them over us, but he simply pushes them off with a pout.