Mine ♡ Ziall/Niam/Narry/Nouis/Zianourry AU [COMPLETE]

THREE -- SWEATER WEATHER

"Harry!" Niall shrieks into the phone. Harry hasn't even picked up yet, it's still ringing, but Niall needs to talk to him anyway.

"Niall? You okay?" Niall turns to see Louis standing there.

"Louis! I need your help! Harry's a turd and won't pick up!" Niall is frantic; his eyes are slightly crazed and Louis shakes his head, fond.

"Okay, love, what's going on?" 

"I need a sweater." Niall stresses the word need -- clearly, this is very important. "It's gonna be sweater weather soon and I don't have any!"

"Niall, don't you have, like, four of Zayn's sweaters at your house?"

"Yes, but they're not right." Niall sounds annoyed now, and wrinkles his nose at Louis. "Lou, you don't get it!"

"Help me understand then," Louis pleads.

"I only have Halloween sweaters! It's too soon for those! I stole Zayn's Halloween sweaters because I can wear them on the week leading up to Halloween. But it's only September, Louis, it's not appropriate!"

Louis stifles a laugh. "Okay, Ni, so what do you want me to do?"

"Take me to the mall?" His face goes from frantic to adorably pleading, and the sight is so cute that Louis' chest physically hurts.

"Yeah, okay," Louis says instantly. As if he would ever say no to Niall anyway.

"Yay!" Niall throws himself at Louis, hugging him tightly for a full minute. "I'll see you after school! Meet by the front doors!" He scampers off down the hall after letting go of him, clearly excited now.

"What was that all about?" Harry's voice questions, and Louis smiles at him over his shoulder.

"Niall is having a sweater crisis. He called you but you didn't answer, so I guess I'm taking him to the mall later." He laughs when Harry scowls. "Should've picked up, noob."

"Shut up," Harry says, but not unkindly. He flicks Louis' ear, making him yell, "Hey!" "He's having a sweater crisis?" Harry questions. "I'm pretty sure he has at least one of all of our sweaters, and, like, four of Zayn's."

Louis shrugs. "I can't say no to him."

Harry shakes his head, smiling. "No one can."

- - -

Zayn is a little wary of his friends, who have fond expressions on their faces whenever they look at him. Since the ukulele incident, they've all been looking at him similarly to how they look at Niall, and he can't say it's unpleasant. He just doesn't know how to react. 

"Hey," he says when he gets to the table where they meet for lunch. He's met with four bright smiles, and Niall slides over so he can sit in between him and Liam. Liam puts an arm around Zayn's waist for a second, squeezes him. Butterflies flutter up to Zayn's throat, and he can't breathe.

"So I hear you had a sweater crisis," Harry says to Niall. Zayn can feel Liam staring at the side of his face, smirking slightly; Zayn must be blushing. 

"I did! You didn't answer your phone!" Niall throws a grape at Harry, who, of course, catches it in his mouth. Louis lets out a surprised laugh, but Niall just glares at him. "Show-off," he mumbles, pouting.

"Aw, I'm sorry." Harry leans across the table to kiss Niall's forehead, and he brightens instantly. "You can throw another one at me if you want." He sits back down, and Niall beans a grape at Harry's forehead. It bounces off his face and splats on the floor, and a laugh bubbles its way out of Zayn. When they all turn to look at him, they are all fond, and Zayn is blushing again.

"Ni, what was your sweater crisis?" he asks quickly, wanting the attention to be off of him. 

"Lou's gonna take me shopping. I don't have any normal sweaters, just your Halloween ones. Which I'm keeping." He gives Zayn his sweetest smile, and Zayn rolls his eyes. Like he'd ask for them back. To be honest, it's a treat to see Niall in his clothes. He just reaches over and gently pinches Niall's cheek, making him giggle.

"You definitely have one of mine," Liam comments, but Niall just pretends not to hear him, which is probably funnier than if he'd responded. 

"Zee," Harry calls, and Zayn looks up from his sandwich. "I've been calling your name for awhile. You okay?"

Zayn's cheeks pink again, which annoys him. "Sorry, I was thinking. Yeah?"

"I said, do you want to come over later? Liam and I are having a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon." Zayn lights up -- Harry knows he loves these movies, and he nods eagerly. Harry just gives him a knowing smile.

"I wanna come," Niall pouts, even though he's scared of those movies. He just doesn't like to be left out of things.

"You'll have fun with Lou," Zayn coos, leaning over and kissing his cheek. Niall blushes a deep pink, and the butterflies float out of Zayn's chest and back down into his stomach.