this live stream is so BORING　

by the time liam makes it to zayn’s building, he’s nearly gasping for a run at the lav. too long on the train followed by a warm and drizzly walk means he’s uncomfortable, shivering in the air conditioned hallway outside of zayn’s flat.

he’s knocked twice and there’s no sign of zayn moving around inside. liam’s about to give up when he finally tries the door and finds it unlocked.

changing the text he’s sending from i am here to i am in, liam comes inside and drops his bag beside an abandoned pair of hightops. he looks again, they’re both left shoes. from here he can see through to the other side of zayn’s flat, over the couch where zayn is sleeping.

liam’s torn between making more noise or texting again when zayn stirs, one bare arm stretching over the arm of the couch to curl around for leverage as he turns. zayn probably can’t see him at this angle, liam thinks, but then zayn stiffens and lifts his head up.

“uh, hi,” liam says, holding his phone up like it’ll make excuses for him. “you really should lock the door.”

“anyone could come in, yeah?” zayn says, arching his back and linking his fingers together in a proper stretch that makes liam’s shoulders ache in sympathy.

“looks like,” liam says. his hood’s still pulled up over his head, and he reaches up to pull it down like an afterthought.

zayn rolls up into a sit, scratching the back of one bare shoulder as he looks liam over. “you know I might’ve found the hood frightening if you looked less frizzed.”

“raining,” liam says unnecessarily. zayn just looks at him and liam turns to the lav to keep from saying something stupid like can i touch you again because its been two weeks since the last time and zayn has never mentioned it.

Kind of late but…

What the heck is Shinee?

Herzegovina

…..Pardon?

…….Am I meant to know where that is?

The people in my school’s parking lot give me no hope for humanity.