Burning Desires

Ch. 45: Weekend (Part One)

(A/N: Hey again guys! I bet you're surprised that I'm updating again huh? :)

Idk why my bold and italics hasn't been working on my chappies :(. It's starting to piss me off because it's not showing exactly which words are italicized so you can know how deep that character is being in the moment or whatever.

Idk lol but yeah Wattpad needs to leave my shit alone.

Joke of the day ;) :

What do you call the "Children of the Corn's" father?

Pop corn :')

BTW I figured since you guys are so sweet to me in the comments, whoever vote on this chappie, I will follow you (well if I'm not already following you :P) but ya! Vote sugar honey Ice Teas! :P

Sea ya guys in bits! :F)

I only want you on the weekend
Am I tripping? Shh.

Liam made sure to book his flight as early as he could because he knew there would be a bad storm approaching, he rather not be in the middle of it as he heads over to Germany to visit his parents.

He decides to text Avery as he waits for his flight to be called on the intercom with his only-for-the-weekend duffel bag beside his feet. He smiles when the text message goes through, his round trip ticket in his other hand.

He probably should've mentioned that his house was a bit messy since he wasn't so sure what to wear and was in a bit rush. She's gonna come (if she does) inside finding clothes strewned all over the floorboard.

He starts to unlock his phone because yeah, he probably should warn her but then he hears an automatic-like feminine voice over his head. He looks down at his ticket as he listens to the voice, trying to decipher if his flight is being called.

He waits for a moment then hears the woman repeat his flight details and where he should be heading off to.

He lifts himself up, picking up his duffle bag and smiles as he feels a vibrate in his hand. He walks off towards the plane knowing that she messaged him back and can't wait to read it before having to put his phone on airplane mode.

***

Zayn opens the door to his home, hearing Louis drive his car off behind him as he steps inside of the vanilla scented house. He sniffs the sweet aroma again wondering why it smells like an ice cream shop, closing the door behind him.

"Mom?" He calls as he shoves his cold hands into his pockets, putting a pep in his step since he knows what to call Louis now.

He's not just Louis or that guy he kisses from time to time but his boyfriend.

"In here," he hears a different voice than his Mom's call back to him from the kitchen. He furrows his eyebrows confusingly, knowing that voice but not enough to distinguish who it belongs to.

He follows the voice, even though he was going to head there next since he decided to be a moron and forger about bringing a water bottle. He feels the dryness of his tongue, eager to get the bland taste of cold spring water into his awaiting mouth.

He steps into the kitchen to find baking utensils scattered all across the kitchen counters, bowls of different coloring frosting, his Mom's special automatic mixer with two girls in aprons standing in front of all the mess.

"Um what are you two doing?" He quirks his eyebrow as he walks past them to head to the fridge to get a water bottle with his name all over it.

"Obviously baking," Wahyila answers, rolling her eyes at the stupid question but oddly has a blush on her cheeks. He raises his eyebrow at that but ignores it, opening the fridge door.