Assassin (One Direction story)

Chapter 22

 

Avery’s POV:  

“HONEY I AM HOME!” I yelled walking into the house.

“IN THE KITCHEN!” Ash I think yelled. I started walking towards the kitchen.

“Okay so the only issue I had was the guy had a kn-” I stopped mid-sentence as I saw three more heads than there should’ve been sitting at the counter. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you and these others wouldn’t let me go alone!” Harry said pointing to Zayn and Liam. Well then, more time with the boys! Yay me! (Note my sarcasm)

“Okay, but I need to take a shower so, yeah i’ll talk to you afterwards.” I walked out to go take a shower.

“Hurry up with that shower! I want to talk!” Harry called after me. I ignored him and went straight to my bathroom.

 

I put my black school sweatpants on and a gray army shirt on. I threw my hair up in a towel and walked back to the boys. That’s a strange saying! I now live in a house with three boys instead of two and I also have five boys who are famous and want to be my best friend... I really don’t understand why but they do. Whatever.

“I’m back, now what did you want to talk about?”

“Well don’t you look like you’re trying hard to impress us!” Zayn smirked.

“Oh yes can’t you tell I spent my whole evening just to impress you right now!” I bowed and sat on the counter.

“I can tell my dear Avery!” Harry said smiling. Liam hasn’t said anything and he’s not really looking at me. I’ll catch him looking at me but then i’ll look at him and he will start looking somewhere else. What’s up with him?

“What’s up Liam? You haven’t said a word!” I patted his head.

“Oh nothing. I was more dragged here by Zayn. I really don’t know why we are here.”

“Well at least perk up a little bit! It’s always fun to see you!”

“What about me?” Harry and Zayn asked at the same time.

“Eh Harry you’re okay to see, Zayn you’re kind of fun to see but Liam here is just so darn fun to see I mean look at this little puppy!” I started laughing their faces were just too priceless.

“WHAT? But Liam here” Harry pointed and hit Liams drink all over him. “Oh crap sorry Liam!”

“Oh it’s okay, uh but i’m kind of ya know wet...” Liam replied.

“Here Liam come with me.” I walked out of the kitchen heading towards Ashton’s room with Liam in tow. I walked over to Ash’s suitcase and grabbed a black UFC shirt. Yes this family has a lot of UFC and Army crap but it’s what happens when it’s part of your life. “Uh this should work you can go over there an-” I stopped short as Liam took his shirt off. I couldn’t exactly form words anymore and I couldn’t take my eyes of him perfect torso. “O-or just t-take your shirt o-off right h-here.”

“Can I have the shirt or are you just gonna keep staring at me?”

“Oh uh... yeah here. Uh- I will just um go. Yeah i’ll just go.” I said walking away awkwardly.

“Did he live?” Ash asked sarcastically.

“Haha! Yes he did and I let him use one of your shirts.”

“Why mine? There are two other guys in this house! Why not one of there’s?”

“Wow! Doesn’t someone love these boys!” I smirked. “I used yours because you’re MY brother! Deal, prissy missy!”