"Boo?" Zayn cried as he let the front door slam shut behind him. With a smile I dropped both the carrot and the knife I was peeling it with and dashed from the kitchen, eager to jump into his arms.
"Z!" I cried as I flung myself into his ready arms, both of us ignoring the grunt from Uncle Simon. It was times like these that made me hate living in a small house, well a house that has the front door in the living room. I can't really say it's small since seven of us call this place home. But the point is, just for once I would like to welcome Zayn home without a grunt from my uncle or "PDA" shouts from my cousins.
"Hmm I missed you." He muttered in my neck, sneakly planting a sweet kiss there. Uncle Simon may let Zayn live here, but anything more than hand holding and hugging were not aloud when he was in view, not that that always stopped Zayn. Him and the boys find fun in pushing Uncle S to his limits.
"I missed you to babe." I giggled before pulling back quickly, and plant a sneaky kiss on his lips. "Dinner will be ready in an hour or so. I was just peeling carrots." I explained, knowing fully well that would be the next words out of his mouth.
"I'll be sure to let Niall know." He chuckled, realsing my waist only to grab my hand. With a smile I lead us both back to the kitchen, much to Uncle Simon distaste.
"The game is on." Uncle Simon yelled, trying to hint that he didn't want his only niece and her boyfriend alone in the kitchen .Zayn had just opened his mouth to respond when the phone rang, and a quick glance at the caller ID was enough to make us all groan. What could they have done now.
"Yes Lou?" I asked, as I picked up the phone.
"It's Hazza and we need some help. Boss here has Bo and Luke with their side kicks Cay and Vance once again in jail and we need Daisy to bail us out." Harry said, refering to himself and my cousins as people in town like to call us, The Dukes.
"I'll be down in ten try not to cause any more problems, and may I ask what you did this time?"
"Lou may have gone a little wild driving the general." Harry said. I could all but hear Louis's satisfied grin on the other end. Along with Liam's eye roll and Niall frown. Niall's frown would be more to the fact that they once again got caught due to actually being in jail. He seemed to think being nicknamed a duke should keep him from suffering from being locked in small cell his three, sometimes four best friends.
"Figures." I muttered, rolling my eyes at Zayn who instantly sighed.
"So you'll come?" Harry huffed, causing me to roll my eyes.
"As I said I'll be there in ten." I said, giving Zayn a knowing look. Instantly he frowned, and walked forward to wrap his arms around my waist. He hated this, it had more to what I had to do to get them out then them being in trouble.
"Great see ya soon cuz." Harry yelled before hanging up. I sighed and put the phone back on the hook before turning my attention to Zayn.
"Z I have to." I sighed, once again knowing what he was going to say.
"No! Why can't you stay out of this!" He cried, burrying his face in my neck. "I hate knowing that some other guy is looking at what only I should be looking at." At his words, his hands slid up under my shirt and started to rub small circles there.
"Aww babe ya know I only love you. And besides I won't really have to do much. Paul's working tonight so I just have smile and batt my eyes."
"So you won't wear those shorts?" He asked referring to my cut off jean shorts that I usually wear to get my cousins, and sometimes him, out of jail or other hot spots.
"Not if you don't want me too love." I whispered, standing up on my tiptoes to press my lips against his. Even as I did, I knew he didn't like the idea of what I had to do, but he knew it was pointless trying to argue. The next words out of his mouth proved it.
"OKay but I'm going. ." He whispered against my lips. "I love you."
"I love you too." I giggled pulling back and heading out of the kitchen. "Now lets go save my insane cousins." I said with a sigh, pausing only long enough to put on my cowboy boats, before opening the screen door and making a dash for Zayn's black pick up truck. I had just got to the door when Zayn's arm reached past me, opening the passenger door and helping me, before closing it again. A look back at the house showed Uncle Simon standing, arms crossed on the small wrap around porch. But my attention was soon back on Zayn as he climbed in beside me, starting the truck with a flick of his wrist.
"I'll be here, ready to yell at them, though heaven knows why I try." Uncle Simon yelled over the engine, making me smile. His words held nothing but truth, yelling at the boys in my life was like yelling at a wall. Pointless.
