The next morning, Zayn was awake first. His mind a big blurry, fuzzy mess, he felt warm and cozy in the best way possible and he couldn't help but smile so brightly at the sun which was shining in on him, it was setting the scene and creating such a soft mood. He was in the middle of big and little, unsure but simply happy. With curled up fists, he rubbed his eyes and picked up his phone from the side next to him, taking a zoomed in picture of Liam sleeping with a giggle - he didn't know why he found it so funny but he did, the lad was fast asleep and Zayn was bombarding him like a paparazzi in his hazy state of mind.

"Wake uppp, Liam." The boy said, standing up from his own bed and standing by the opposing one instead. He was so God Damn full of smiles today and he wanted to thank Liam for helping him feel this way, "Get up."

Liam stirred and put a hand by his face, yawning. He gently opened his eyes and took in Zayn standing directly in his eye view, "Oh. Mornin'". He yawned. "Bit close."

"Wanted to thank you." Zayn blushed, mind feeling more clearer, he was definitely completely big now. He took a step or two back to give Liam some space, allowing him to wake up properly. "For like, being good to me when I was little."

"Oh. No need..." he said softly, slowly sitting up and leaning against the headboard of his bed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, "I was a bit scared at first but I did it... It was a lot easier than I thought... but you did terrify me when you almost fell off the stool. I was thinking of getting a stool for you with a back on?"

Zayn nodded, face going a deeper shade of red. He wasn't overwhelmed in any sense, just simply extremely embarrassed that Liam witnessed that side of him: it was all hitting him at once now. "Yeah.."

Liam tapped the side of his bed, gesturing for Zayn to take a seat, "We don't have to rush.. but just an idea. Do you have any plans today?"

He thought about it and shook his head, "Mm' don't think so. Today is my only weekday off college... Why?" He sat on Liam's bed, following his gesture, and flicked through the pictures he had taken of the sleeping lad, the majority of them blurry as he wasn't able to focus through his giggles.

"Mine too. Wondered if you wanted to go out for lunch? Oi. What are those?"

"Lunch sounds alright," Zayn looked at him and burst out into a fit of giggles at one photo he had taken of Liam, his hair was a mess and his eyes were shut. It wasn't funny at all but to Zayn, it was hilarious. He held onto the bed sheets within his laughter with his phone tight to his chest so that Liam couldn't see it, "Not telling ya."

"You took pictures of me?" Liam fake pouted and got up, he picked the boy up and put him over his shoulder with a big, cheeky grin, "I've got you now. Let me see." This just made Zayn laugh more and he held tight onto Liam's shirt for safety, "Noooo. Put me dooowwwnnnn."

"Make me." He teased, holding tight onto Zayn so that he wouldn't fall and hurt himself through his wriggles. Zayn's legs were wrapped tightly around the man's chest and his arms hanging down his back. It was a funny position and very strangely comfortable, if he ignored the feeling of blood rushing to his head anyway. With a grin, he slapped Liam's arse to which Liam laughed at and moved Zayn up onto his hip. "Oi."

"It worked," The boy laughed, his tummy hurting with laughter, and Liam shrugged, "I guess that it did. You're very light, Zayn."

Zayn blushed, "Thanks. I didn't think I was though, I dunno."

"You are," Liam smiled but then looked concerned with furrowed eyebrows, "You eat all your meals, right? 3 a day?"

"Yes, yes. Stop being.. concerned for me," Zayn will truly never wrap his head around Liam's kindness, or his caring side, "Well. Sometimes I accidentally skip them when I'm busy with my artwork, or like, I just forget... But I don't mean to."

"Well then, I'll make sure that won't happen anymore." He smiled and put Zayn down, Zayn wrapped his arms around himself and stood on his heels. "Right. We should probably get ready, I don't know where we are going but it will be nothing fancy, so no need to wear owt special."

The boy nodded and walked over towards his wardrobe, taking a peek through it. He settled on wearing some tight fitting, ripped trousers with a crop top, adding safety pins to spice the outfit up; Liam himself, settled on wearing a matching tracky set. They were dressed quite the opposite of each other, as usual. Turning on his feet, Liam looked at Zayn, "That's different."

"Do you like it?" He mumbled, looking down. Afraid that Liam would hate it, but then again, Liam's opinions didn't really matter or at least, they shouldn't do anyway. "It's alright. Can tell you're an art student."

"Thank you?" Unsure of whether it was meant to be a compliment or not, he rubbed his neck. "You are welcome, Z... Um? Can my friend come by the way?"

Zayn thought about it and picked at his nails, as far as he was aware, Liam's friends were a dick like he was. What should he expect? He didn't want to leave and end up sobbing in Louis' arms after the meal or anything like that, "What are they like?"

"He... He is nice, overly nice, and overly immature... But he's my best friend and I was thinking last night, while you slept... That you should meet him as you're my friend too. I think you will really like him, just be prepared for his hyper arse."

Zayn nodded, "Um. Okay. What is his name?"

"His name is Niall." Liam smiled, opening the front door for the two to head out. "And he's Irish. He's probably about the same size as you and he laughs at everything when it's not even funny."

Zayn walked out, listening, "S'pose he sounds alright."

"He truly is, if he says anything to you though and you don't like it, just let me know. Sometimes he says things he doesn't mean and not in a nasty way either, it just comes out. He talks faster than he thinks." Liam chuckled, heading down the hallway and some steps with Zayn until they were out of the large building. "Okay, I will do... 's he meeting us at the place we are going to?"

"Yeah, yeah. He said he had an errand to run before meeting and I'm pretty sure I have a clear idea of what that errand may be, after seeing his Snapchat story last night..."

Zayn raised an eyebrow, following Liam as he walked "What was on it?"

"Curious, curious little monkey." Liam mumbled under his breath, Zayn blushed faintly, "He was just drunk. I guess. Have you ever seen an Irish person drunk before?"

He thought about it and shook his head with a gentle giggle, "No. What's it like?"

"I don't know how to explain this in simple terms for you... A dog that's had too many treats probably and wants to thank you repeatedly by licking you." And it was true, once Niall had a drink, he had a drink and everyone knew about it. He was pissed drunk, posting everywhere, saying things he didn't mean, kissing every living person and thing in sight.. There were affectionate, chatty drunks, and then there was Niall. He left every night out with some girl wrapped around his finger, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as if he's known her forever. "So yeah."

The boy nodded, looking around, "I see. Where are we actually goin'?"

"You'll see... It's mine and Niall's favourite place to eat, if I'm ever missing... I'll probably be here. To put it short, it's a cafe but not just a normal cafe." Liam started, "It's an all you can eat and drink cafe."

"How can a cafe be an all you can eat and drink?" Zayn asked, "It's not a restaurant."

"They have like scones, cakes, sandwiches and crisps but unlimited amounts, and free refills on drinks. I'm telling you now, it's the best place to study and you won't regret it once we get there."

"Oh." Zayn nodded and the two arrived, Zayn looked around. The cafe was beautiful, warm tones everywhere and there were plants and vines up on the walls, little booths for privacy and places to plug in your laptop to work at. A vinyl player was in the corner, blasting Fleetwood Mac quietly. He wondered how he had never found this place before, and how Liam knew about it but he didn't. This was almost identical to the style he wanted their room to be in. "It's gorgeous."

"Truly. Right. Let's take a booth, you sit in first by the wall." Liam said and Zayn got in, messing around with a switch he found. Suddenly, a light above his head turned on and it was adjustable, he could make it brighter or darker for work purposes. It was truly amazing, "How did you find this place?"

"To be honest, some lass I fucked showed me it on my first week here." He shrugged and Zayn raised an eyebrow. "You did that.. With someone.. on your first week?"

"Yup. I guess so... Sex is good, you know? Like it's healthy and-" Zayn put a finger to Liam's lips and blushed, "Shhh. We are in public."

"Sorry. Sex isn't like a bad thing though, we shouldn't have to be quiet about it. Like, you know you're a virgin-" This time, the boy put his entire hand over Liam's mouth and Liam just rolled his eyes, "Virginity is a social construct, it's not that special, trust me.. I should know." He mumbled against the lad's hand, hearing the bell above the door ring out. His head instantly shot up and the brunette, Irish lad was standing at the end of the table.

"Hiya." Niall waved, taking a seat on the opposing side of the booth.

"Nialler. Hello, this is Zayn." Liam smiled, "My roommate."