"Zee!" Niall is whining as he walks into the room, looking for Zayn.
"Whaaaat?" Zayn looks up from his books and pushes his glasses up his nose.
"And who drank the last of it?"
"Louis!" Zayn blinks up at Niall, clearly amused.
"And why did Louis drink the last of our milk?"
"He was over and probably used to on his cereal!"
"Niall, babe, Louis hasn't been over in a few days, in fact, none of the boys have because we're studying for exams. Like you should be." He means for it to sound like something of importance, something that Niall really should do. But instead, fond bleeds through and Niall's cheeks heat up.
"Well, I.. What are we going to do?"
"I'll go pick some up, mate."
"Thanks, Zee. You're the best!" As he stands and makes his way to the door, Zayn presses a kiss to Niall's forehead because it is impossible to be mad at the Irish boy.