Little Things (1D Fanfic)©

Chapter 16

"Cammie! I'm begging you! Please cook tonight! Liam stinks!" Niall begged me, on his hands and knees in front of me in the kitchen. Danielle had been called into work two days earlier, and had left me alone with four troublemakers. And my brother. For the past two days, Niall has been begging me to cook. I had declined every time, much to his displeasure.

The boys had been here in Wolverhampton  for a week now, and, right now, had no plans to leave. Harry had been released from the hospital three days ago with no major injuries whatsoever. Niall's bruised had faded to a tiny black and blue circle on his cheek. Liam guessed that it would be completely gone in a day or two. Liam was going through the withdrawl stage of Danielle being gone for work. We were all so used to her being with us all the time. Zayn was his normal self. He's been talking more about Little Mix and Perrie lately though. He either misses Perrie more than usual, or another Little Mix album is coming out soon. Louis hadn't really talked to me a lot since the ride home from the hospital. Something was wrong, and I wanted to know what, but every time we were alone in a room, he would find an excuse to leave.

"Alright, fine! I'll cook! Just please get up, Niall," I reasoned with him, giving in to his pleas.

"Help me," he said, reaching his hand out towards me for assistance.

I sighed and gave him my hand, only to be yanked down so that I was on top of Niall. He started peppering my face with kisses and tickling my sides. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

I burst out laughing, and wrinkled my nose as Niall kissed it. "What is-? Whoa," Harry gasped as he entered the room and took in the scene before him. Zayn walked in next to him, and raised an eyebrow at the two of us.

"She said she'd cook," Niall explained, poking my cheek. Harry started cheering at the news, and Zayn started laughing. Not too long after though, his face went pale.

"Shit," he said, leaving the kitchen. Seconds later, however, he was pushed back into the kitchen by Louis. His eyes landed on me and Niall, who was still tickling my side and pecking my cheek as I giggled. His eyes briefly filled with hurt. Wait, hurt? But as soon as it came, it was gone, and anger replaced it. His eyes turned to stone and he set his mouth into a hard line before he stormed out of the kitchen, Zayn following quickly.

"What just happened?" Niall asked, resorting to just hugging me around the waist as we sat on the floor. His chin was resting on my shoulder. Agreeing to cook was a stupid move made by me. Niall was going to use me as his human teddy bear forever.

"I'm not sure," Harry replied , looking at the door that Louis had just stormed out of.

Liam entered a few minutes later and raised his eyebrow at me and Niall like Zayn did. "What-?"

"Cammie's cooking tonight," Niall interrupted.

"Why? I thought we agreed on me making my famous mixed pasta salad?"

"Liam, I love you, mate, but you can't cook," Niall said.

"What? I can too cook!"

"Yeah, but you can't cook well," Niall specified.

"Yeah, Liam, you're pretty bad," Harry agreed.

Liam looked around at his two friends who were both nodding guiltily. "Fine. Cammie, you cook," Liam grumbled, leaving the kitchen.

"Wait, Liam! Where are you going?" I called after my brother.

"To call Dani!"

"But you just spoke to her an hour ago! Why are you calling her again?" Harry retorted.

"So she can agree with me that I'm a good cook!" Niall burst out laughing, and I stood up, grabbing my phone and wallet.

"Where are you going?" Niall asked nervously. He probably thought I was bailing on him.