Being Louis (Zouis)

Chapter 10

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-Harry

"Harry?" I look up to see what Josh wants.

"Why does Nick not like you?" I look around then shrug as I kick the ball back to Josh.

"I don't know. I just don't know." He smiles back at me then shrugs.

"He's missing out." Josh stops kicking the ball and just looks at me.

"Missing out on what?" He catches me by surprise and tackles me to the ground. He sits on top of me and smiles.

"He's missing out on everything fun about you!"

"Yeah, right."

"And he can't even do this." He kisses me softly, making me squeak.

-Liam

Seeing my little Loubear with such a bad boy like Zayn makes me question what Louis does in his spare time. How can my son associate with someone so dark? I mean the boy has tattoos and piercings for crying out loud!

"Harry?" I walk out to the backyard and see Harry and Josh looking at each other nervously.

"Yes, Da-Daddy?"

"Come inside, dinner's ready." He hurries and gets up and rushes inside with Josh following behind.

"Please tell your brother!"

-Louis

"You're such a good kisser." Zayn smirks and leans in for another kiss.

"I know." I scoff with a smile and push at him.

"What do you mean you know?"

"I know that I'm a good kisser."

"Conceited much?"

"No." I cross my arms with a playful smile on my face.

"Come on, you're a good kisser too."I turn and smile back at him.

"That's what I was waiting to hear." I grab his shirt and pull his lips back onto mine.

"Louis, dinner is ready!" I pull away from Zayn and try to catch my breath.

"Whatever, just tell Dad I'll be there in a minute."

"But Lo-"

"Get lost!" I pull Zayn back and we start snogging again.

"But he wants you now!" I keep kissing Zayn while shooing Harry with my free hand that's not pulling on Zayn's shirt.

"Hmm." He grunts then shuts the door behind him. Zayn pulls away, breathing heavy.

"I think we should go down and eat, kissing does burn a lot of calories you know." I whimper and look at him.

"Or we could just not listen to my Dad and stay up here because you are looking pretty delicious." He gets up and grabs my hand and we head downstairs.

"Look who decided to show up? Louis and Zack!"

"Oh, Dad. That is an all time low not to remember his name."

"It's Zayn, sir." Zayn corrects him as he takes a seat next to me. We keep a casual talk between everyone sitting at the table.

"So, Zayn? Do you have a job?" Zayn looks up from his plate of food and looks over to Dad.