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Zayn is sitting listening to Nirvana and studying a poem for English when he is hit with the urge for 'Non-Louis and English Essay filled air'. He groans stretching, his body popping happily as he stands.
He is wearing a black beanie, his Skullcandys (C) over the top of them. (He uses headphones at home and ear-bud ones when out, easier that way.) He is wearing his Nirvana top and a Pair of Back skinny jeans. His black, strapped, leather combat boots adorn his feet (Louis spilt something on the floor and he ain't putting his feet in that!) with his arms cover in wristbands on one and a shoelace tied around the other. His eyes stay on the shoelace as he stands, a frown curving in his lips at his thoughts. He stomps to Louis room, muttering a going out and grabs everything he needs. Phone, wallet, ear buds, keys and his notebook with a small pen (its a pocket one that he never leaves behind) sliding it into his pocket.
Zayn slips on a hoodie and a long black pea-coat, buttoning it and walking out of their house into the cold wind. He try's putting up the collar of the coat, frustrated as it just flop's back down. So he puts his hood up and over his beanie instead, the hood covering his neck and head sufficiently.
"Fuck." He groans as he trudges through the snow, combat boots leaving heavy prints behind. He comes to the park and walks through. Scrapping his toe in the snow on the grass. Walking to a mound of snow and tapping it with his toe. Watching as a squirrel runs from under the snow and up a tree. I stands blinking for a second in shock.
"Fuck, now Haz is gonna kill me. Really dude?" He hears someone huff. He turns to a boy at his left with a camera in his hands and a snap back on backwards covering his hair. "God!" He groans walking towards Zayn. "What kinda id- oh your hunky." The cuts himself off.
"Okay and your cute." Zayn says back, an eyebrow raised at the cute looking boy in-front of him.
"Okay!" He chimes, rapping an arm around Zayn causing Zayn to raise an eyebrow. "Since your gonna get me killed by my flatmate and work buddy, you can bye me tea. So i will call you hunky and you can call me cutie, no names needed." The boy says happily.
Zayn shrugs. "Least i can do i guess, cutie." He says amused. "What where you actually doing?" He asks.
"I was getting a photo of a squirrel for my roommate. Duh!" He says cheekily. "Tea this way." He says triumphantly, Zayn just muttering a 'show the way' as the boy pulls him happily through the snow.
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"So you're Irish." Its the first thing Zayn thinks to say, as they sit in a booth at a small tea house. The boy replies with a grin and nods.
He removes his puffy jacket to reveal a large jumper. The cute boy in his jumper makes Zayn think of the song Sweater weather. So he pulls out his phone and head phones, putting one in and playing it softly as he chats with the Irish boy.
"Whats this then?" The boy says, slipping in a bud and smiling. "Sweater weather." Zayn gives him a shocked look.
"I may look like a frat boy, but my flatmates a hipster." He laughs, removing the snap-back to show blond tipped hair. He leans on the table slightly, smiling widely. "If you don't remove your coat, you'll be too hot in a minute." He giggles.
"Okay." Zayn says, removing his coat and zipping down his hoddie, dropping the hod from his head.
"Nirvana? Nice." The boy says, leaning over and poking the dot of the 'i' on Zayn's top. Zayn letting out a breath at the delicate hand touching his chest through his top. "I like your hair by the way." He hums taking a final gulp of his tea, Zayn's still full cup sits in front of him as he watches the Irish boys throat bob.
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"Okay, I need to head back." Zayn groans, just as the blonde finishes laughing at his joke. "Sorry." He says, getting up as the blonde dose the same. They pay and leave. The blonde starts to head in the opposite direction when Zayn shouts out to him.
"I'm Zayn by the way!" He watches as the blonde turns, the moon lighting him up.
"I said no names!" He shouts, a smile obvious on his face. "But you can call me Nameless Ni!" He shouts laughing hard.
"Is that a clue?" Zayn shouts back, a smile on his own lips.
"Yep. Bye Zaynie!" He shouts as he rounds a corner, Zayn's eyes following him even ounce he is out of sight.
"Ni." Zayn hums to himself, repeating it as he heads home with baby blue eyes filling his mind.
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