“So...someone’s just leaving you...food?” Niall asks one day, frowning down at the loaf of bread sitting on Zayn’s coffee table. Zayn shrugs, smiling shyly.
“Apparently yeah.”
“What the hell, no one did that for me when I moved in!” Niall groans -- Zayn moves to a new place and begins receiving curious little goods on his door step.

















