Don't Leave Us (Sequel to Something Blue)

16: Paint

"Wow! You weren't kidding, you really did get all the boxes in."

Not only that, they got them in, sorted them into the correct rooms, and had begun unpacking the ones on the floor level as well. The only rooms left empty were the baby's rooms, and our future bedroom. The boxes for them were scattered around the hallway outside their doors.

"Yeah, we worked hard." Niall nodded.

"Niall, you arse! You said if we did it all fast you'd get us Chinese takeaway! I'm tired!" Louis yelled from the couch he was flopped on.

I giggled. "I can tell."

We were standing in our soon-to-become living room, where all our little movers had flopped onto our furniture. The boys were panting, tired from all the heavy lifting they had done in the last few hours. 

"Never-" pant, "Working for you"- pant, "Again!" Zayn moaned. I rolled my eyes at their dramatics.  Overreacting.

"And we are not overreacting." Liam added. I stifled a giggle. Was I that transparent?

"Oh quit whining. I ordered the takeaway-" Niall rolled his eyes.

An audible cheer could've been hard from the next city over.

"- and you can pick it up on your way home." he ended his spiel.

"What?" Harry asked, his eyebrows raising in disbelief. Niall nodded, making Harry groan.

"Well what did you expect? Mattie ad I need to start painting and unpacking and stuff."

Harry nodded, and stood up. "Yeah, but you could paint your room, someone else could paint the kids rooms, and we'll unpack everything down here and start getting it sorted out."

His signature dimples appeared as he grinned, knowing full well he had already won us over. I roled my eyes, but he just smirked.

"I'll start on your room with Darcy." He winked, and grabbed a can of paint and Darcy's hand, towing her upstairs.

"I'll take the baby boys room, with whoever." Zayn said, smiling. Perrie instantly grabbed the cans of green paint and began the trot up the long winding stairs.

***

"Geez, you'd think with all Zayns drawing skills he'd be able to make one little tree out of tape on a fucking wall." Niall grumbled.

I rolled my eyes. "Niall, swearing is unattractive." I turned to face him, smirking, but when my eyes fell on the wads of tape stuck in his long blond hair. I giggled and ran my hands through his soft hair, filling the air with the smell of mango shampoo. Pieces of tape dislodged and stuck to my hand. "Tape isn't a turn-on either." I giggled.

Niall's eyes widened when he saw the balls of tape in my hands, but his eyes flashed up to mine, turning warm. "Pu-lease. You find me attractive no matter what." he smirked.

I giggled. "Could your ego get any bigger? I don't think it's reached the moon yet." I teased.

Niall rolled his eyes but gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "So," he cleared his throat, " What are we doing on the walls in here?" 

I turned to the pink paint, already spilled into the little dish. "I think we're just painting the base pink, and purple butterflies, unless you want to do anything else?" 

Niall shook his head and grinned. "Butterflies sound perfect." he grinned. I smiled and picked up a roller. "Let's get to work then, shall we?" I giggled. Niall grinned.

I padded along the plastic covered carpet, and rolled my roller in the pink, completely immersing it in the pastel colour. The fluff was soaked in the chemical smelling liquid, making my nose wrinkle. I quickly ran along to the wall, careful not to let it drip, and painted a bold stripe up the wall.