Chapter 47

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Deeandra's POV

After Zayn and Katy’s hugging it out fest, we were all sat around Zayn’s couches with the person we wanted to be next to the most. Looking at the way we were all sitting, we’re all such different couples. Different levels of comfortability, I guess. I was sitting right by Zayn. His arm over my shoulder with my head on his. I was happy this way with Zayn. I looked over at Brooklyn and Harry. Harry was sat on one of the love seats in the middle. Brooklyn’s back was towards the arm rest with her legs thrown over Harry’s. He was rubbing her knees tenderly. I looked over at the other couch where Niall and Katy were sat. Kate was on the couch with Niall on the ground in between her legs. She was playing with his hair while he was rubbing her shins up to her knees. All of the couple’s eyes set on the TV. I noticed how dark it seemed. I checked my phone for the time. 10:30 pm. My stomach was rumbling. I wanted something sweet though. I looked up at Zayn with longing eyes. He looked down at gave me that precious smile of his, just before his lips collided onto mine. I blushed. “Babe,” I said quietly. He looked at me with questioning eyes while he rubbed my shoulder gently. “I’m really hungry. I want….pie.” I immediately regretted saying that out loud. And right on cue, Katy and Brooklyn’s voices chimed in. “Dee! Dee! Say it! Say it!” I rolled my eyes, wishing I can take back what I said. “Say it! Deeandra say it now!” Katy practically screamed at me. I sighed and said in my deepest southern accent. “Pie.” Squeals and laughs erupted from all these immature adults. “C’mon then babe. Let’s make pie.” Zayn said grabbing my hand.

“Babe, no!” Harry exclaimed. Brooklyn was taking finger dips of brownie batter while he was stirring. Harry and Katy were having a sort of bake off type thing. Niall and Brooklyn were supposed to be helping their loves, but they were too busy picking off their unfinished deserts. Zayn and I didn’t wanna go through the hassle of baking pie so we just bought one instead. We were full on sappy lovers. Giving each other fork fulls of the delicious chocolate pie as if we were children. Looking into each other’s eyes while feeding one another was so intense. We were playing a little game. Who could keep a straight face on while feeding the other the longest? We both kept losing. We were giggling and smiling like 5 year olds. “Almost done Niall, agh!” Katy said loudly as Niall took yet another finger full of the brownie batter. He put his index finger in his mouth and licked up the batter while trying to contain his laughter. “I dunno Harry, Kate might win.” Niall said, placing a light kiss on her shoulder. She smiled and wiggled her hips to tease. “Oh I KNOW I’ll win.” She winked at the 6’3’ Brit. He smiled and shook his head. “You all wait and see.” My brownies will put Kate’s to shame.” Katy scoffed at Harry’s statement and continued on her brownie masterpiece.

“So…??” Katy asked with hopeful eyes. Harry and she had finished their brownies and since Niall and Brooklyn had tasted it non-stop, they couldn’t judge. It was all up to Zayn and me. I looked over at Zayn. He gave me a sly look. “Mine are better.” He said with no emotion in his face. “Shut up, forreals! Who’s are better?” Katy said now folding her arms over her chest. She looked over at me. “Tell the truth.” Harry chimed in with his arms over his chest as well. I shrugged. “Zayn’s.” Zayn put his arm around me shoulder and pulled me close. “Oh fuck everyone!” Katy said as she made her way to Niall who was devouring one of her brownies. “These are amazing, babe.” He said with a mouth full of fudgy goodness. She smiled and kissed his cheek. “I wanna make a fort.”

We all gave Brooklyn a questioning look. She giggled of course. “I’m serious! We should all make a fort. And sleep in it tonight.” All 6 of us looked at eachother. As if to ask if we all really wanted to do this. Zayn smiled. “Sounds fun! Let’s?” We all nodded and smiled, already heading up the stairs for blankets, pillows and more snuggly things.

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