One Direction One Shots

The One With the Fairy Lights (Z.M.)

They let her cuddle with them after a bad date or stay over when her roommates away so she doesn't have to sleep in her room alone. Louis has quite the sweet tooth so they always have a freezer stocked with ice cream which she really appreciates. 

Her train of thought is interrupted when they reach the boys room, decorated with a sparkly blue L and a matching green H courtesy of Harry. 

"Lou? You home?" She asks, knocking on the door. 

Louis swings the door open with a wide smile, "Jules, hey." He pulls her into his arms for a quick hug and then ushers her into the dorm room with an arm around her shoulder. "Hey Zaynie," he calls over his shoulder. "What brings you two here?" 

"Give me back my charger Loulou and why don't I get such a kind greeting?" Zayn pouts. 

"Oh come here mate, don't worry I love you too," he says dramatically, kissing Zayn's cheek. 

"Ew!" Zayn yells. 

Julia giggles and lays on Louis' bed watching the pair as Louis begrudgingly finds the charger and gives it back to Zayn. 

When he's done he hops up on the bed and cuddles into her, resting his head on her stomach as she rakes a rand through his hair. 

"Can I borrow your fairy lights for an art project?" She asks him. 

He leans his head up to look at her. "Course you can. That why you're hanging out with him then?"

"Yeah and because I'm cool," Zayn says, sitting down on the bed by Louis' feet, who in turn digs his toes into Zayn's thigh just to annoy him. 

"Sure mate," Louis says with a roll of his eyes. "Alright, Zayn wanna help me get them down? Jules you just relax," he says with a kiss to her forehead, already getting to work on the lights. 

"What is she a princess?" Zayn laughs, he's not rude, more just teasing. 

Louis looks back at him with a serious face and a shrug, "Yes."

They stay only for a few more minutes, Julia doesn't want to take up too much of Zayn's time, he's already being so generous. 

When they get back to the studio her eyes are immediately drawn to a mason jar, a bit of a literal translation but how better to capture light than to literally capture it. 

"Okay so this might sound corny," she starts out, quite a bit more relaxed than when she first met Zayn. 

"No idea is a bad idea," he says kindly. 

"Well, that surely isn't true," she scoffs. 

"Yeah? What do you mean by that?" He asks with a chuckle. 

"Just that a friend of mine once thought I'd be a good idea to eat mentos and drink a 2 liter of coca cola so I've seen bad ideas," she explains. 

"Oh my gosh what happened?" Zayn asks. 

"Zayn you do not want to know," she says with a grimace and shiver.

"Alright fine, there are bad ideas. What's your idea then?" He smiles at her. 

She returns it and picks up the jar, "If I could borrow this, maybe we can capture the light."

"That's actually a really good idea. Nice play on words," he says, taking the jar and turning it around in his hands. 

Zayn helps her arrange the lights inside the jar so it spreads around evenly and then turns the lights off in the studio so it shines better. 

He holds it up as he tries to figure out where the best place to put it is, but she stops him. "Can you hold it just like that?"

"Here by my face?" He asks, his brows furrowing in confusion. 

"Yeah, if you don't mind," she shrugs. She moves around a bit until she gets the perfect picture, the shadows cast on his face and make him look like he's glowing too. "Here," she hands him the camera so he can see it for himself. 

"This looks great Julia! You really have an eye for this stuff," he tells her excitedly. 

"Maybe it's just the model," she shrugs and he smiles at her. "Thank you so much for your help today Zayn, I really appreciate it."

"Of course! Come back any time, I enjoyed spending time with you," he says earnestly. 

"Yeah," she blushes and looks down to hide it, "I did too. Enjoy spending time with you, not myself."

"You're alright love. I knew what you meant," He says warmly.

Julia gathers up her things and turns to Zayn again before leaving because honestly she doesn't want to go, but she can't think of an excuse to stay. 

"Maybe I could give you my number, in case you need more art help," he looks a bit awkward as he scratches the back of his neck, "Or just in general if you ever want to hang out or something."

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and hands it to him, "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Okay, cool. I texted myself so I'd have your number. Hope that's alright," he says, handing the phone back to her. 

"Course. See you soon," she says, waving goodbye to him. 

She's about 30 seconds out the door when her phone beeps. The text reads: Is now too soon to ask you to lunch?

She's really happy she had to do this art project.