This will end up being broken into a couple parts. More to come!

There he was. Walking down the hallway like he owned the place. Quiff standing tall, scruff on at least day three, black jeans tight over his slim hips and low enough to see a sliver of tan skin when he raised his arm for a high five from a friend.

Zayn Malik. God among men. Perfection in human form. Louis' only vice.

Louis stared blatantly as he passed with his small, loyal group of friends. Zayn must have felt someone watching a little too intently because his eyes fell on Louis' fluffy fringe and blushing cheeks. He lifted a corner of his lips into a half smile before joining back into the apparently hilarious conversation his friends had started. Louis didn't realize he wasn't breathing until Zayn was ten feet down the hall and the early bell rang loud, making Louis jump. He collected his books up and headed for his first class.

***

"Hey," someone whispered behind Louis. "Hey, Louis, right?"

Louis turned around in his chair. "I'm sorry?"

"Louis, right?"

"Yes?" he said like he wasn't sure that was the name he'd had since the day he was born. Louis recognized the guy as one of Zayn's friends. He'd never talked to him before today and he wasn't sure what the kid could possibly want with him. Probably needed to copy his homework or something.

"Cool. So, I have a question."

"Excuse me, Mr. Carson. Do you have something to share with the class?"

The kid's head popped up and he smiled brightly. "No thanks, Ms. Mars." The teacher scoffed and turned back to the projector. The boy leaned closer over his desk to Louis. "So anyway. I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Are you gay?"

Louis' mouth went slack. He'd never been asked out right before. He knew that anyone that took two minutes to get to know him could tell he was a twink, but no one had felt the need to hear Louis actually say it.

"Why?"

"Just wondering."

Louis gave a skeptical once over of the boy and nodded. He smiled and nodded in response, sitting back in his chair. Louis slowly turned back to the teacher's lesson.

Weirdest day ever so far.

***

"Why does he care?" Niall asked from across the table at lunch.

"I don't know. Hopefully it's not so he can start something. Everyone's been so cool about me being gay. I don't want to start getting hate my last year, you know?"

"Yeah, but everyone pretty much knows. I feel like if they wanted trouble they would've caused it by now."

Louis bit his lip in consideration. "Yeah, I guess. Then I don't know what he wanted."

"I guess we'll see," Niall said and nodded his head to something over Louis' shoulder.

Louis turned around to see Zayn and the kid that talked to him earlier walking over to him and Niall. Zayn smiled at Niall quickly then sat next to Louis, one leg on either side of the bench, so he was facing Louis, and tipped his chin towards him in greeting. Louis swallowed around the giant lump of please fuck me that just appeared in his throat.

"Louis," Zayn purred his name like it was water on hot day.

"Hey, Zayn," Louis choked out. Calm the fuck down, Tommo!

"How are you?"

I'd be better if you fucked me. "Good. How are you?"

Zayn smirked like something about that was funny to him and said, "Better."

Niall scoffed at the almost line and the friend that had sat beside him knocked him in the shoulder. Niall shrugged and Louis looked back to Zayn's dark eyes, twinkling with secrets Louis would love to discover.

"So Louis, I'm having a party tonight. I'd like you to come?" I'd like you to come. Louis opened his mouth, closed it again, looked to Niall, and opened it again. "Niall you're welcome to come. I've actually got a tip that there will be someone there tonight that's dying to meet you."

Now it was Niall's turn to get flustered. "What? Who?"

"Come, bring Louis," he glanced back at Louis so Louis didn't feel like he was talking about him like he wasn't there, "and you'll find out."

"I'll go," Louis answered.

Zayn's face automatically broke into a wide, bright smile where his eyes got smaller and his cheeks crinkled. "Good. I'll see you tonight."

The friend patted Niall on the shoulder and follow Zayn as he walked, or strutted like a fucking model, away.

"So we're going to a Malik party. Tonight. Awesome. I have nothing to wear."

Louis couldn't even comprehend what Niall was whining about because Zayn Malik was just right next to him. He's probably breathing the same air he just exhaled, he probably smells like him now. He's going to a Malik party!

***

"Are you sure I look okay?" Louis was panicking right outside the front door of Zayn's two story block party.

"You look great. Now stop whining and tell me I look great, too."

Louis rolled his eyes but said, "You look great, Niall," in a monotone voice.

Niall wasn't offended. He just smoothed out his tee and said, "I know." Louis raised a hand to knock, but Niall stopped him. "What are you doing?"

"Knocking?"

Niall laughed but then saw Louis' confused face and held it in. "Oh no, mate. You don't knock at a party. They wouldn't hear you anyway."

Louis considered this. He could hear the base of the music through the door so he assumed Niall was right; instead, he dropped his hand to the knob and opened the door. The music flooded over them along with the smell of beer, weed, and sex. Niall smiled and waggled his eyebrows.

"Let's go, then."

Louis hummed and followed Niall into the thick crowd that took up the entry way. Niall kept walking past them to the kitchen. He took two cups off the counter and handed one to Louis. Louis look down at it and saw the golden liquid sloshing around in the plastic. Louis hated beer- tasted like piss- but he sipped it anyway.

Niall took Louis' wrist and lead him to the open area that must have been the living room before the party started. Now though, it had two stacks of speakers on either side a DJ booth. A DJ booth which held none other than Zayn Malik himself on the turntables. Next to him was a buff, smiling boy with one hand in the air and the other holding a second set of headphones to his ear. The two were playing around with the song, mixing beats, and generally just having a good time. Louis was smiling just looking at Zayn smile.

"Damn," Niall said over the music. Louis looked over to see Niall practically drooling into his cup. He never drooled over Zayn, although he admitted once that he had inhumanly attractive features a few years back while they were up late and watching some shitty made-for-TV movie. So he must be drooling over buff friend then. "Who is that?"

Louis shrugged, even though Niall wasn't looking at him, and turned his attention back to where Zayn was egging the crowd into dancing harder. He caught it when Zayn finally noticed him. Zayn's wide smile fell into an easy smirk and he winked at Louis.

Louis almost fainted. Honest to God, almost fell the floor right then. Jesus holy Christ, Zayn Malik just winked at me!

Niall pulled Louis to him and danced with him for the rest of the song. Louis let himself be pulled and swayed against Niall but he couldn't stop looking at Zayn. His hands, quick on the buttons and switches. His eyebrows, furrowing when he was about to drop the bass. But his gaze always landed back on Louis. It went from interested, to teasing, to frustrated. By the end of the song Zayn was looking at Louis like he was actually angry with him.

He came down, amidst applause, with the unknown friend following behind and squeezed through the crowd to Louis and Niall. He gave Louis a head-to-toe once over and made a face of casual approval. But then his features turned back to angry when he turned to Niall.

"Niall. This is Liam. He's a rugby player and a fan of blonds."

Niall's eyes got wider as Zayn finished and he turned them on Liam. Liam was smiling kindly at Niall, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hi." He held a hand out. "Nice to meet you. Zayn's been telling me all day about this cute blond I just have to meet." He ran his finger tips over Niall hair and said, "Now I see he was definitely right."

Niall just laughed and said, "Remind me to thank you, Zayn," without taking his eyes off Liam. Liam took his hand and led them somewhere not there, Louis couldn't be sure where because Zayn was still glaring at him and he couldn't look away.

"Hey," he croaked.

Zayn's face softened and he returned to a small smile. "Glad you came."

"You're really good," Louis said and nodded towards the booth.

"Thanks. Just a bit of fun. You look really good," Zayn complimented.

Louis blushed and couldn't think of a single thing to say except, "So hot."

Zayn's smirk broke out again and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "Can I take you upstairs?"

What? What! I was not mentally prepared for this. Shit! What if I pass out? What if I literally blackout before Zayn gets to fuck me. A little warning would've been nice, Malik!

"Sure," Louis barely whispered.

Zayn took Louis' cup and set it down on the table before he put a hand on Louis' lower back and led him towards the stairs and up to his room. He shut the door behind them and sat on the edge of his bed. "Come here." Louis walked over and sat next to Zayn. "You're really cute."

Really cute? Is this real life? "Thanks."

"Can I kiss you?"

Well I should say so! "Sure."

"Sure. You're so sure tonight," Zayn said with a chuckle.

I'm not sure. Not sure if I'm breathing right now. "Yeah."

Zayn laughed one more time before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Louis'. Louis instantly melted forward into Zayn and Zayn brought a hand around to Louis' lower back and pulled him closer. Louis sighed into Zayn's mouth and opened for him to push his tongue inside. Zayn took the invitation and ran his tongue over Louis' teeth.

Zayn let his hand trail down Louis' arm to his thigh, where he squeezed the strong muscles in between his finger. Louis pushed his leg into Zayn's palm and Zayn lifted Louis' leg over his so he was almost sitting in his lap. He kept pushing into Louis' mouth harder until Louis had to pull back for air.

"I want you," Louis breathed.

"Yeah?" Zayn was just as breathless.

"Yes."

"Get on your knees," Zayn ordered so low Louis almost didn't hear it. But he did hear it, and slid off the bed to his knees in front of Zayn. Zayn unbutton then unzipped his jeans and slid them down to his knees. Louis saw the hard line of Zayn in his pants. He sucked his bottom lip into mouth with the need to take Zayn into his mouth right that moment.

Zayn slid his pants down to join his trousers and Louis watched his cock spring up and hit the air. Louis moaned quietly at the sight. Zayn put a hand in Louis' hair and scratched at his scalp.

"Want me?"

Louis nodded slowly. Zayn scoot forward so he was on the edge of the bed and Louis knelt closer so his face was only inches away from Zayn's flushed tip. Zayn didn't push him down or pull on his hair. He just sat and watched Louis swallow in thirst and lick his lips over and over. Louis looked up to Zayn and saw the struggle on Zayn's face. He wondered what he was thinking right now.

Louis didn't have long to wonder though because Zayn settled his features and said, "If you want me, take me."

Louis body arched forward in need and he lowered his mouth around Zayn. Zayn's fingers did tighten then, but he didn't move Louis down. Louis mouthed at the head until he tasted drops of Zayn's precome on his tongue. He swallowed them down and moved his head further to take in more. He hallowed his cheeks and bobbed his head slowly up and down until Zayn started to roll his hips up into Louis' mouth.

Louis sucked hard and pressed his tongue against the underside of Zayn's leaking cock. Zayn sat up stick straight and his whole body tensed when he shot into Louis' mouth. Louis kept his mouth around Zayn until Zayn pulled on his hair to get him off.

"Jesus, Louis. Fucking eager."

"Want you." Louis' voice was hoarse and Zayn groaned at the sound.

"You had me. Get up." Zayn's voice was hard. Louis blinked at the sudden change.

"Wha-"

"For fuck's sake, Louis. Get up." Zayn pulled his pants back up and moved around Louis to stand up. "Don't be such a slut."

"Zayn-"

"You should go-No, I should go. I'm going," Zayn rambled. He ran a hand through Louis' hair and walked out the door. Louis was still on his knees, cock hard in his tight pants.