"'Bye babe! Call me when you miss me which will be all the t-" Zayn clamps a hand over Louis' mouth before he can finish. Harry turns to give him a sunshine-filled grin before he boards the plane, and, all right. That will help Louis survive the next few days without his favorite boy.

Zayn drags him out of the airport and to the car. "Jesus, you two are sickening sometimes," he says, hopping into the Jeep.

Louis gives him a well-deserved smack. "I'll try but I'll miss you too much Lee-yum!" he trills, mimicking the goodbye Zayn had given Liam not two weeks ago.

Zayn smacks him back. "Yeah, yeah. We're equal, I guess."

Louis sits back smugly, turning up one of Harry's indie stations and settling in for the drive.

When the two of them reach the flat complex, Zayn suggests passing some time in the 'Mystery Machine.'

Mystery Machine was the name given to the van Zayn had spent weeks spray-painting, refurbishing with new shag carpet (which wasn't easy to find), and stocking with bongs and a shit-ton of weed. It was a pretty cool idea, except for the fact that Louis had to split the monthly fee that came with the parking spot they had to keep it on in the complex's garage.

It was worth it though. The complex didn't let them smoke in their rooms, so having an extra space for their shenanigans came in handy.

They reach the van and Zayn unlocks it with a click of his key fob. Louis sits on one the beanbags in the back and Zayn takes one of the gamer chairs. They take two bongs and a couple of gram bags each out of the plastic set of drawers Zayn had furnished the Mystery Machine with and start to smoke up.

Soon Louis is thinking about how much his bong looks like Harry's dick and Zayn is laughing because Louis' saying Harry's dick is bigger than Liam's and basically Louis is a kite riding on gust of weed-filled wind.

"S'order pizza, mate," Louis says, because the munchies have started to set in, and what could be better to squash those than a pizza?

"Yeah, cool, cool," Zayn agrees, rocking back in his chair and stroking the shag carpet.

Louis pulls out his phone and speed-dials Pizza Hut. He orders three large pepperoni and sausage pizzas.

"We're at the Oak Tree flat complex, top garage level, in a van. S'got a bunch of graffiti on it, real colorful. You can't miss it, just knock on the door when you're here," Louis describes, almost laughing at how suspicious he sounds.

The two of them pass the thirty minutes it takes for the pizza to arrive by rolling up some fags and smoking those. Zayn rambles on about some artistic shit of his, and Louis' only half-listening as his fag hangs loosely out of his mouth.

They both perk up when a rapping at the door sounds. Zayn slides it open, letting out a cloud of smoke right onto a very curios pizza boy.

"Three large pepperoni sausage pizzas?" he asks with a very Irish accent.

"That would be us," Louis replies, digging out his wallet. He hands the boy two twenties and tells him to keep the change.

The pizza boy rolls back and forth on the balls of his feet. "You guys don't by chance have any to spare, do you?" He grins hopefully.

Louis smiles and passes over dime from one of the drawers.

Pizza Boy's eyes practically pop out of his head. "Wow, thanks mate! Have a fantastic night!"

Zayn and Louis wave him off and shut the door.

"What'd you do that for?" Zayn asks.

"I dunno. I was feeling generous," Louis shrugs, "he looked like he needed it."

Zayn merely laughs and digs into a box.

Not a bad way to spend the night, Louis thinks, chomping down on a slice.