‘Cause I might as well just be Ellie there.
See you all on the other side, babies.
OOC: So. I am not even here any more so, you guys should re-open Niall to someone who will actually go on. Whelp.
ARE YOU INSANE NO
Zayn chuckled, looking down at his hands. He traced the outline of the yin-yang tattoo on his wrist thoughtfully, just going over what Eleanor had just said. Squeezing her hand gently, he smiled at her gratefully. Zayn was honestly extremely luck to have the friends he currently had. The only wanted what was best for him, even though he was too stubborn to realize it then. Better late than never, right? “Yeah, and thank you,” he nodded, slipping an arm around her to pull her into a side hug. “It means a lot that you guys actually care. No one ever really has before,” Zayn shrugged. And it was true. His friends back home didn’t care that he might’ve done some serious damage to himself when they first introduced the stuff to him. The new year’s resolution he had made earlier that year came rushing back to his memory and he groaned inwardly. How many people had he told he would quit only to succeed for a month or so? “If you ever see me smoking or hear me talk about it, feel free to slap me, yeah?” He smiled.
“Sitting in your room isn’t always a bad thing, you know. Don’t feel bad about that,” he shrugged. “It could actually be quite fun, especially if you’re not wanting to do anything that day. Or maybe it’s just me since I would literally marry my bed if I could,” Zayn laughed at how much of a loser he probably sounded then. It was a known fact to almost the whole world how much of a lazy arse he really was. “My times of need? I really don’t think I want Tanisha there for both whatever you mean and that sexual innuendo,” he scrunched his nose up. The thought of Tanisha doing that kind of stuff to him brought a shiver down his spine. “Ok, ew. I just imagined Tanisha-.. ew,” Zayn squeezed his eyes shut. “I’d rather have you tending to any needs of mine,” he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. He was joking, of course. Well, more or less. Zayn laughed as a piece of pizza was thrown at him. Taking it, he popped it into his mouth and ate it. “Speaking of, I want to ask you something..”
Eleanor squeezed Zayn’s hand gently, chuckling at his comment about hitting him if he was found smoking. “I don’t think I could lay a hand on you, love. But I’ll remember that,” she joked with him, giving him a quick wink. Sighing at her own train of thoughts, Eleanor had hope in Zayn. He knew that smoking was not a positive thing in his life, and she knew that he’d do anything in his power to quit. Smiling a little, Eleanor caressed the side of his hand with her thumb slowly as they sat.
Eleanor shrugged her shoulders slightly at sitting in her room all day. She always hated being so.. anti-social, so it seemed. But, she was now getting over that. Hopefully, of course. She found herself chuckling about him marrying his bed if he could, nodding her head in agreement. “I’m sure you would, Zayn! I don’t doubt it. You’re a log when it comes to you and your head hitting in the pillow,” she teased, poking him in his ribs gently. Noticing Zayn’s face in disgust as they spoke of Tanisha, Eleanor went into a fit of giggles. Soon there were terrible images of Tanisha in her own mind, causing her to close her eyes tight and shake her head. “Oh lord, stop it!” she whined, laughing. Opening her eyes back up and fluttering her eyelids at Zayn, she rolled her eyes as he spoke of her tending his times of needs. “Of course, Zayn,” she said, giving him a little smirk. Bringing her legs up to her chest and sitting Indian style so she was facing Zayn, she rose her eyebrows at him as he mentioned that he needed to ask her something. “Ask away, love,” she said, giving him a warm smile. She felt her stomach start to flutter a bit, wondering as to what was on Zayn’s mind.