Pulling Over One Direction

Chapter 6

Ok sooooooo sorry I haven't updated in a while I've just been kinds busy and had a little bit of writers block, but I'm happy to say that it's all gone now.

Here is chapter 6, I hope you enjoy, don't forget to comment and vote.

Kitty Kat's P.O.V.

Zayn, Louis, and I went and found the rest of the boys before getting in the car and heading to the nearest restaurant that had pie, which Niall had looked up earlier on his phone. This lad really loves his food.

We arrived at the place and I found out it was called 'Eats And Sweets' which was on a sign in huge pink letters.

We all tumbled out of the car with Liam giving Niall a piggyback ride, Harry and Louis deep in a heated conversation about who was the better super hero, superman or batman, which left me with Zayn trailing in the back.

"Hey listen," Zayn started, "About what Louis said earlier today, he didn't mean it the way it came out. We all completely understand that we need to give you a little space regarding this whole situation. I know you need time to think about the job offer, I would too if I was in your position, so would Lou. Sometimes it's just that he talks before he thinks about the implications of what he says and how it affects others. He means well, he really does, I swear he is just like a little kid on occasion even though he is the oldest out of all of us. Once you get to know him you'll see what I mean, he's a super funny guy, loyal, and crazy as hell," he laughed as he finished, obviously recalling a memory about Louis.

"I remember one time in an interview Lou started asking the interviewer questions instead of answering them and I swear it turned into a therapy session. The girl was crying at the end and kept muttering something about her goldfish being dead, and Louis just kept saying 'and how does that make you feel' like he was a professional therapist. I don't know how he kept a straight face, everyone else was dying laughing, I think Harry almost peed in his pants, and Niall. Oh don't get me started. He still goes into a fit of laughter if the subject is so much as brought up, that boy is like a laughing machine," we stopped on the sidewalk as he told me.

"That sounds nice," I turned to look at him with a very serious face, "You're really lucky you know, that you have such good friends. I've seen you all in interviews on tv, you guys get along so well and I can tell that there is a strong bond of friendship between you all," I stared at the floor for a moment.

"You want to know a secret?" I asked him. He nodded his head and I continued, "I'm really jealous of you guys."

His face scrunched up confused,"Why?"

"I have never had that kind of a friendship before, or someone who cared that much about me. I ran away from home as soon as I turned eighteen. My mom died when I was younger and my dad...Well lets just say we didn't exactly have the best relationship in the world," I stared off in another direction not looking at him, feeling awkward at my confession.

I jumped up in surprise as I felt hands wrap around my waste enveloping me into a comforting hug. Zayn's head moved to my shoulder and a shudder ran through my body as he whispered, "I'm sorry," into my ear, his breath ticking me and sending tingles all over my face.

We stayed that way for a few moments until I put my arms around him and hugged him back, feeling safer than I had in a long time. His chest was warm and comforting like how rays of sunshine feel on a cold winters day, and I felt like I could stay there for days on end and not get tired of the feeling.

He began rubbing small circles on my back attempting to console me and I burried my face in his neck, not wanting this moment to end. He smelled so wonderful, sharp and crisp, like some cologne made up of exotic spices.