Figuring It Out

Chapter 11

Around 5, all of us head out of the flat and down to the nearest Nando's, Niall exclaiming that he's going to 'die of food deprivation' if he doesn't eat soon. Niall crouches down when were on the street, and I jump on his back, laughing uncontrollably as I do so. I see Harry shoot us a quick longing look, obvious that he wanted to be Niall. I quickly glance over at Liam, but he's smiling at something on his phone.

I finally figured who he was talking to. Sophia Smith, this total bitch that rejected him 20 something times when we were younger. I absolutely hate her, and El agrees with me. She's kind of known for being party obsessed, and apparently none of the boys like her either.

When we reach Nando's, which is about a block away from El and Lou's, Niall almost drops me and runs into the line, eyes scanning the menu. Harry and I break off, going to claim a table for the 7 of us.

I shoot a glance at Liam, but he's to busy in phone land to notice his surroundings. Harry places his hand on the small of my back, guiding me to an open, and clean table. It has enough room for all of us. I glance over and see everyone ordering. Niall shoots me a text, asking me what I want. I respond with a quick, 'Peri Peri, small fry and a medium Dr. Pepper' I can slightly hear him read of my exact order, although he should know it because I get it every time I come to Nando's, plus it's almost the exact order he gets. As I pick a seat, Harry sits down next to me.

"So, happy to have us all back?"

His deep voice addresses me.

I smile and nod.

"Oh my gosh yes. It gets damn quiet and lonely. Skype and texting can only do so much."

He nods, knowing exactly what I was talking about.

"I really missed you. There's just something about the Bri lifestyle that can't be replaced."

I smile as he places his large hand over my jean clad knee, his simple gesture filled with love. I could plainly see it in his eyes. We look at each other for a little bit longer, not wanting to break away.

A slam of a tray on the table brings us back to reality.

It's Niall. He slides the tray over to me. My order is on the tray. I smile gratefully, unwrapping my sand which. I notice that Harry still hasn't removed his hand from my knee, and a constant feel of his thumb rubbing into my knee relaxes me.

The rest of the group continues over, El sitting to my left, Louis plopping down next to her. Liam takes place at the head of the table, in between Harry and Zayn. Niall digs in next to Zayn, across from Eleanor. There's an extra chair, and me and Eleanor's bags soon take rest.

"So," Liam speaks up, "Plans for tonight."

Louis nods his head.

"I figured when we get back, everyone who wants to shower can go, Liam you can probably use Bri's bathroom, as well as Niall. Me and El have ours, and Haz and Zayn can use the one in the guest bedroom."

Everyone nods in agreement. I don't care if Liam and Niall use my room, Niall's accidentally walked in on me changing quite a few times, and Liam and I used to have to share a bathroom growing up.

"Judging by how long Eleanor and Bri usually take to change an get ready, we'll probably head out at 8:30. Hit the club at like, 9 and then party out arses off."

We all laugh at that, whooping in agreement. Niall lets out a loud burp, reaching across to steal a few of my fries. I'm not complaining, I'm absolutely stuffed.

As we finish up, throwing out our trash, me and Eleanor grabbing our bags, and the guys stretch a little, Liam crouches down, and I climb onto his back for the short walk back. I scream and laugh as he starts running once we get outside, missing the silly things we used to do all the time as siblings.

I look back to see Eleanor doing the same as me, except being supported by Louis. Niall's on Harry back, and Zayn's just lightly jogging to keep in pace with us, shaking his head.

Once we reach the flat, Liam sprints into my room, dumps me on my bed, and runs into the bathroom slamming the door. I lie where he left me, laughing at his weirdness.

Niall soon comes in and sits on me, pretending he doesn't see me.

"Damn I feel a fart coming on. Ohhh man it's gonna stink."

I scream and hit his back, hoping he gets off of me. Louis runs in screeching

"I'll save you citizen!!"

as he does so. He tugs Niall off of me, and the pair pretend to have a sword fight. I tuck my legs into my chest, and laugh lightly, realizing just how much I missed all of this.

They take the fight into the hallway, and I hear Eleanor yell,

"Watch out for that vase!"

I giggle, and pull out my phone. I open up flappy bird, determined to beat my high score of 47. I'm almost to 43 when the bathroom door opens, causing me to look up and loose my concentration. Liam walks out, clad in a towel wrapped around his waist, and opens the suitcase he left in my room from earlier, and getting a pair of boxers and sweatpants.

I yelp and cover my eyes.

"Ahhhk! Your man tits!"

I hear him laugh and decide to uncover my eyes. He's just pulling up his sweatpants. I sigh in relief, thankful that it wasn't his boxers that he was tugging up. Even though I've seen all of that already, horrifying all 8 times.

Niall and I have a joke, because the first time I met all of the guys, Louis thought I got a boob job because mine are naturally bigger. Since the guys obviously have seen each other naked at some point, being in a band for almost 4 years can only result in that, they all know that Liam gained the gross nickname 'the Payne train' for a reason. So every once in a while Niall will tell me, 'Guess the Payne family are gifted in the right places.' For me, my boobs, and for Liam, his.. friend.

I shake my head at the semi perverted thoughts and regain my focus on Liam, who's looking around my room, a small smile on his face. He chuckles at all the awkward pictures on my dresser, commenting on a few.

I smile and go over to him. He pulls me into a brotherly hug and I respond with one, missing the weird best friend/sibling relationship that we've had since I was 14.