"Darling, you know I hate social gatherings you hold like this. I always end the night feeling low to the ground, ignored and ignorant." Zayn frowned, making a sour face after another sip of the drink. "But you know I love you. I don't mean to ignore you, it's just that I want you to have a good time." Louis said, leaning against the wall, mimicking Zayn's pose. Zayn looked out to the what seemed like millions of formally dressed men and women having light conversations in their house. He didn't know what just one pair was saying or what they were talking about, it was a big jumble of low key words about social empireing he heard and formal things. "Louis.. I just don't fit in here with all your friends. I want you to have a good time and be happy with your friends, but I'm going up to bed." Zayn sighed, walking over to a lonely table and sat the gnarly drink on the wood. "Zayn, come on," Louis tried to catch him but it was too late, he had escaped slowly up the stairs so he didn't draw attention to him leaving.

Zayn likes Louis' ass more than he should.

A Zouis fairytale one shot. Louis is a prince who needs to find a princess and make her his queen (or more his parents want him too). But the problem is that Prince Louis doesn't need a princess, he needs a prince. And hey, what's so wrong with falling in love first?

Zayn and Harry texting.