The Mutual opposition

(lilys up there^) A very merry Christmas

Luna's POV

~December 23rd~

"I see you Luna" Niall says once I've stuck my finger into a mound of green frosting.
I roll my eyes.
"You probably do the same thing."
"Where are Zayn and Roxanne when we need them?!" Louis snaps, setting box upon box of ornaments on the table.
"I hate to break it to you, but Zayn probably doesn't want you around Roxanne anymore. He's most likely afraid you'll try and kiss her again" I reply edgily.
He rolls his eyes,
"What's it going to take, love?"
"A pretty good excuse, love" I mock him.
Niall snickers.
He holds his chin between his thumb and forefinger.
"Well, it's my birthday tomorrow" he crows while teetering on his heels.
"I know" I state, "Niall filled me in. I made you a cake."
His light eyes spark interest.
"Really? Well aren't you sweet?"
Niall grins, looking down upon it.
"Hah, More like clever."
Niall reads the bold faced letters that are sloppily administrated over the top layer of frosting;
"Happy birthday Jesus!"
Then the smaller print.
"And Louis.."
I can feel his beady little eyes on me and I don't even need the look up to know he's wearing his accustomed smartarse smirk.
Niall starts cracking up,
"That sure is a kneeslapper!"
"Well," Louis starts, stepping back for a supplemental view of it's entirety, "It is what it is."
My eyes skim below his collarbones.
"You just quoted from your tattoo?" I scoff, "Aren't you original."
He looks down at his arm in the place of yet another illegitimate print of a cup of tea.
"Oops."
A crash is heard from the other room.
"Owww" Harry groans from the other room.
"Louis."
"Niall."
Niall frowns and walks out of the room to help Harry.
That's when the door swings open and a behemoth cold surges through.
Zayn and Roxanne.
Of course.
"Where have you guys been?! Your always sneaking out like this! Natalie and Briggs are gonna kill you!"
"Yeah, yeah" Roxanne waves us off.
"What's your excuse Zayn?" Louis presses, "You've been missing a lot of important meetings. Don't you want any of your songs in the fourth album?"
Zayn looks down at his shoes. I feel bad for him. Because quite frankly, I would never go out with Roxanne.
"We've still got a lot of time" Roxanne covers for him before adding, "It can't be that hard to write a song. And since when are you actually indulged in doing something?"
"I have better things to do than to have sex in a bush, thank you" he retorts.
She flags him off, clearly p.o.ed.
I would have cringed if I wasn't so used to it by now.
Zayn just shakes his head as he watches her enter the living room.
I pretend to pick at my nails.
"Sorry Zayn" his friend apologizes, "She's just a little too foul at times. How is it that your the only one she's never cross with?"
Zayn sighs.
"I don't know."
"Think about your career Zayn.."
He turns his head, cyan eyes fixed on mine as if to check if I'm still there.
And I notice just how carefully he puts his words after that.
"Don't trick yourself. You've already made a few choices your regretting right now. How good would it do us if we were making these choices ultimately to advance others if we continue to hold ourselves back?"
It startles me when he chooses to be this incomprehensible. But he writes as do I, so I suppose it's just a side effect.
And as my assertive self, it would've killed me inside if I hadn't had asked;
"Why are you still keeping secrets?"

Lily's POV

"Quit being a baby" Niall snaps at Harry.
"But it hurts" he whines, brushing the pine nettles out of his hair.
"Only you Harry" Liam sighs, "Only you would get toppled over by the Christmas tree."
I giggle and help him up.
"Thankyou love."
Liam and Niall exchange a glance. I'd know the "You've got to be kidding me" look anywhere considering I get that from Roxanne and Luna all of the time.
Where did they go anyways?
I figure I shouldn't worry about them. They can do their own thing.
Niall holds up a box of ornaments.
"Get the tree fixed Harry, will you?"
Harry groans and saunters over.
I stand on the ladder and hang the lights above the archway.
The mistletoe hangs ominously under it. It brings me back to a few unpleasant memories. Luna and Zayn can't still be pissed, right?
I stack a few layers of lights over the archway with the help of Niall and Liam. We do the ones on the kitchen and over that of the recording studio.
My writs get tangled on the last set, and I struggle to free them while being absorbed in my own thoughts.
The ladder slips from beneath my feet and I trip over them.
Before I can open my throat to yelp, I fall into the security of someone's arms.
Those of Harry's.
"Careful babe. I don't want you to get hurt falling for me."
Niall rolls his eyes rather dramatically while Liam chuckles in response.
"Come on!" Niall groans, "He's been waiting all day for that!"
Harry sets me down. While Niall and Liam continue on with their own conversation, I give him a peck on the cheek.
He smirks like an idiot.
"Fix the tree" I demand.
His surly scowl returns.
"Fine."