zouis - hot chocolate
Louis watches the blurry lights juxtaposing the navy sky flying by through the rain-streaked car window. He’s in the warm in-between of asleep and awake. An indie song on the mixtape Harry made the couple sings into the silence. He wonders why Zayn hasn’t changed it yet.
“Lou, you awake?”
He hums in reply to his fiance. Fiance. Fuck it’s so weird that he’s engaged now, when did they grow up? It feels like it was only yesterday when they met as teens, set on moving to America as soon as they could.
“I was thinking we could stop at this inn for the night. Could have a quick snack before we go sleep.” It’s like only the two of them exist with the way Zayn whispers lowly.
Louis hums again, stretching his limbs like their Persian back home, Victoria. The door beside him swings open, startling the smaller boy. Zayn smiles cheekily, his white teeth gleaming like stars in the silence in Louis’ dreamscape.
The one thing Louis can never get used to during their biannual road trips is the eery silence while driving through American backcountry, “Where are we?” Louis’ voice creaks from unuse.
“Where’s the corn?” Louis has a right to be upset, he’s been under the impression that the yellow grain was the only thing the state had to offer and damn it he deserves something to look at other than the rolling plains shining from sea to shining sea.
Zayn lets out a low chuckle at Louis’ indignant tone. He places his hand at the other boy’s lower back, leading him to the door of the cosy inn.
“Two hot chocolates, please.”
Louis rubs his eyes again as his fiance orders, hot chocolate has never sounded better in his life. Except, “can you add some alcohol in that, love?”
Zayn lets out a fake-resigned sigh.
A few minutes later and Louis’ smiling looking at the model-like boy in front of him gesturing wildly with a thick chocolate moustache on.
Zayn cuts off as Louis leans forward to give him a deep kiss. Purely to help fix his fiance’s appearance. Of course just for that.