Niall works at the pizza place in town and Zayn is completely smitten. Meanwhile, Harry's a dope, Louis' an arse, and Liam just wants everyone to get along.
Zayn tries not to stare, but he really can’t help it. Niall’s traded his white polo shirt for a green tank top, and his “Paul’s Pizza” cap has been replaced by a snapback with the logo of an American baseball team. Zayn’s eyes follow the dips and hollows of his shoulders, the muscles of his arms and back; he wants so badly to put an arm around Niall’s waist and pull him in close, to kiss his neck and shoulders and then his lips. Niall turns back, catches Zayn looking at him, and flashes him a grin.