Love Caught Fire (One Direction Fanfiction)

14++Flirting Is An Art

Alyson's POV

I was super excited to tell the girls about Niall. They are gonna love me forever when I tell them I found him. 

I pulled up into our driveway and looked in my rear-view mirror. Just like I had assumed, Niall was right behind me. I smiled to myself and turned off the car. I unbuckled my seat belt and met Niall at his car.

"C'mon." I said to him a little too excitedly, taking his hand and ushering him inside our flat.

"I'M HOME!" I yelled once we were inside and Niall chuckled.

"Thanks for the announcement." Charlie said, not looking up from her phone.

"Here, gimme the sau--Niall?" Harper said when she looked at us.

"Hey Harper." Niall smiled, going in to give Harper a hug.

Charlie looked up and grinned brightly when she saw Niall. She ran up to him and gave him a big hug.

"Where did you come from?!?" Harper asked.

"I saw Aly in the market and we ran into each other. It's not that hard, considering her hair is bright red." he explained. I blushed when he gently elbowed my arm.

"So are you hanging out here for the night or what?" Charlie asked him.

"Nope!" I answered for him. "We're going over there. We're all gonna surprise the boys."

"They're gonna be so psyched to see you guys." Niall said. "We've all missed you so much."

"Yeah, we saw your search for us on Twitter." I said.

"Search?" he repeated.

"Yeah, Zayn, Liam, and Louis all tweeted a picture of Aly and they asked your fans to find her." Harper explained to Niall.

"Well I had no idea they did that." he admitted.

"Oh, well we're together now so it doesn't matter anymore." I said. "So let's go meet the guys."

"No way! I need to get changed and do my hair and--" Harper said, but I interrupted her.

"You look fine! Let's just go already!" I said. I was beyond excited to see the boys again and I didn't want to wait any longer.

"I agree with Harper. I gotta change out of these sweats." Charlie said and before I could stop them, they had already run to their rooms to change.

"Alright, well what should we do for the next hour?" I asked Niall.

"Hour? It's gonna take them an hour?" he said in shock.

"What can I say? They're girls." I smirked and sat up on one of the bar stools.

"Yeah, I should've seen that coming." he said. "I should probably text the boys and say I'm gonna be running late with the sauce."

"You guys were making pizza too?"

"No, we were making spaghetti. Well, Harry was making spaghetti." he corrected himself.

"Is Harry as good at cooking as everyone says?"

"Eh, he's alright. I'm the real cook in the house." he bragged.

I gave him a sarcastic 'really?' look and he said, "Okay, so maybe I'm not the best, but Harry's no pro."

"Neither am I so don't feel bad." I shrugged off. "Do you know how to make pizza?"

"Yeah, you just stick it in the microwave." Niall said, walking towards the pizza dough on the counter.