“Zap, Zayn draws me in a flattering and accurate manner,” Louis says into Zayn’s shoulder.

The complex is quiet and Zayn sighs in relief. Harry, Louis and Niall disappeared an hour before Zayn's shower, yelling something about LaserQuest, unicycles and clowns. Zayn didn't ask then and she sure as hell doesn't want to know now.

Harry feels the press of Louis’ leg against his side and the flimsy cotton of Louis’ pajamas. “Soft,” he mumbles, curling his hand around Louis’ thigh and using the grip to pull himself closer, nestling his face into the side of Louis’ hip.