Twisted

Chapter 28: Then why does it feel so right?

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The oven timer beeped in, right on the time when I heard the doorbell ring. With gloves on, I pulled the pan out from the oven and set it on the table. I inhaled deeply as the delicious aroma enveloped the entire house. Taking off the apron and gloves, I entered the lounge to greet them as Harry opened the front door. 

"Hey! Come on in," Harry welcomed the couple, and stood aside to let them in.

Harry and I gave a warm embrace to Niall and Kelly, and we exchanged pleasantries. While Niall and Harry were in the living room, Kelly and I moved to the kitchen, where I could immediately hear them playing PS5.

Kelly hopped onto the counter as I prepared the dishes and forks for serving. "Smells wonderful, can't wait to put it in my tummy," she said, setting a bottle of wine they had brought on the counter, beside her.

"Thanks," I said, chuckling as I placed the cutlery onto the table, while Kelly grabbed my wrist and asked, "Did you talk to Zayn?"

"No!" I sighed. "Shit. I forgot."

"What? How could you forget?" 

"I know, I just got caught up..." I trailed off, letting out a sigh.

"Let me guess, Harry!" She rolled her eyes as she got up and took out 4 glasses.

"No. I mean, yes. God! I should've called him." 

"Yes, call him tomorrow first thing in the morning, for now, text him," she suggested and immediately typed out a casual message. His text came in right away, saying he understands, and it's okay. He said he'll call me tomorrow, and he is currently out with Liam. My insides relaxed at his text, and I let out a sigh of relief.

He didn't sound angry or sad, so that's a good thing. But I should definitely call him, considering how desperate and upset he seemed the last time I spoke to him. It is my responsibility to reassure him, and I will do so, no matter how many times he needs it if that's what he needs.

"All good?" Kelly asked, and I replied with a "yep" and called out, "Boys, dinner's ready" and it weirdly felt like I mommed them.

They didn't budge, instead, the living room was filled with cries of "crap" and "take that little bro." Guys, and video games are something I don't understand. When they play, they act like a 7-year-old kid. Kelly burst out of the kitchen, yelling, "Niall, if you don't show up in 3 minutes and stop playing that idiotic game, I'll eat your share of lasagna and leave you with just the pan to lick. So don't cry later."

Niall came in, in an instant, followed by Harry, and everyone sat on the chairs. We talked and ate for some time, and after everyone was done, Kelly and I rinsed the dishes in the sink, before loading them into the dishwasher.

"That was quite good Clara," Niall said, rubbing his tummy and letting out a loud and long burp. 

Later, all of us sat in the living room and were drinking while watching an episode of Teen Wolf. Kelly was drooling over Dylan O'Brien and Tyler Hoechlin. I've refused Harry's plea to drink, but after Kelly convinced me, I allowed him, just for tonight and not over the limit of 2 glasses. But we were all pretty much wasted after, and I realized how much I needed it. 

Kelly and Niall drove back home at quarter to 10 in the night, declining my request to stay over, as it wasn't safe to drive in the night, but they promised to be careful. I flopped onto the couch and laid my head against the headrest. I was wasted. My resistance is so low when it comes to any sort of alcoholic drink, and I hate it.