Love Games

Sunday Night Dinner

CHAPTER 3: Sunday Night Dinner

I was greeted at the door by a strong burning smell and a curly haired boy. I gave Harry a questioning looked while pushing him aside calling for Zayn. I walked in too find 4 boys surrounded by an open flame over the oven. Well, that explains the burning smell? But then I remember, Sunday night dinners. The thought of those special dinners that the 5 boys had together every night brought a swarm of pain and emotion to the back of my head.

When Harry and I started going out last year, our first true date was at a Sunday night dinner. I had met him at a signing that I had to take my sister to, and we connected instantly. He gave me his number, and before I knew it I had fallen head over heels for Harry. The boys and I all became best friends instantly, and soon I became the newest addition to 'One Direction'. The boys and I have nothing against each other but I could tell by the look of detest on Louis, Niall, and Liam's faces when they saw me that this would be a night to remember.

Zayn saw me and skipped over giving me a hug. The smell of his cologne filled my nostrils making me a bit woozy, but surprisingly I liked it. I never wanted this hug to end. Zayn made me feel comfortable, I don't know why but I always felt safe around him.

Louis voice interrupted me and Zayn's hug. "What is she doing here?" Louis asked while his brows furrowed together.

"Oh, well I invited her here, sorry lad you were in the bathroom when I told everyone. By the way, I am going to order a pizza because the pasta obviously didn't work!" I looked over at the kitchen that was covered in smoke. I couldn't help but giggle, these boys were truly something.

"What's wrong babe? " Zayn asked in a reassuring voice.

"Ha-ha, nothing, I just can imagine this place burning down..." I said as all the boys gave me yet another disgusting look. "You would like that wouldn't you." Louis said mumbling under his breathe just enough for me to hear. I couldn't help but notice the looks Lou and Harry were giving each other, obviously in talking in their own little boy code that I didn't feel like trying to translate.

When the pizza arrived we all headed to the living room. I snuggled up next to Zayn on one couch while all the other boys sat on the other couch. More room for Zayn and me, I guess. Every so often I would glance at Harry, thirsting for his touch so badly. I wonder if he felt the same way too. I wanted to jump off the couch and just snuggle up with him. But I couldn't, Harry wasn't mine anymore. Thankfully before I could erupt in tears, my thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Who could be here? Harry jumped up quickly while running for the door.

In came a really tall, blonde, super skinny, orange girl. We all stared blankly at him while waiting for an explanation.

"Well, uhm, this is Natalia, the girl from a few nights ago? I thought I might invite her over." Harry said in the strangest voice ever. He normally talked slowly, articulating his words, but now he talked quickly stuttering ever so often. He must really like her. We all got resituated, and soon the movie came back on.

The movie we decided on was Insidious, which completely terrified me. The first time I saw this movie was at the cinema with Harry, our first kiss. I burrowed deeper into Zayn's chest trying to hide the fact that I was literally walking down memory lane. The upcoming part I knew was going to be the scariest so I politely excused myself to go to the kitchen to get some punch. I knew that if I sat there while the demon creeped up behind the man I would probably pee myself. After I poured myself some punch I sat on the counter, waiting for my cue to come back in by the screams. Memory's just flashed right before my eyes. The first Sunday night dinner, our first kiss, the first time he told me he loved me. I clenched my eyes trying to hold back tears.

"You okay?" I heard someone ask as the rubbed my shoulder reassuring me. It always seemed like there was someone there to save me from my thoughts, to keep me from the worst. I opened my eyes to see the trusty Lou standing right in front of me.

"Yeah, I am fine!" I said trying to fake my best smile.

"I know what you are doing Ave, and I don't like it." Louis replied sharply. The all say Liam was 'Daddy Direction' but I had to disagree completely.

"And what is that? I have liked Zayn for a long time, I am a young woman and I can make my own choices. If you are talking about Harry, after 2 long weeks of crying, 3 buckets of ben and jerry's, and no explanation to our breakup which was over the phone by the way, I am over Harry and am trying to start a new life. If you don't except that than Lou, you are not the boy I thought you were." I hopped off the counter and walked back into the living room. I sat on Zayn's lap kissing him on the nose.

I glanced over at Harry and the bimbo and they were already choking on each other's tongues. I thought I would be hurt. But, I wasn't. It made my stomach churn, but mostly it just made me want to laugh. I hope I didn't look like that when I kissed Harry. I looked over a Zayn and burrowed my head into his neck.

"What's wrong babe?" Zayn asked in a reassuring voice. All I had to do was point at the TV screen when a blood red demon popped out of nowhere. Everyone screamed except for Harry and the bimbo. Zayn grabbed around my chest nearly breaking my ribs he was so scared. After the demon went away Zayn and I broke into a fit of laughter while everyone was staring at us curiously. Zayn and I tried to tell them but we couldn't because we were laughing to hard. I mean, it doesn't seem that funny but from the look on Zayn's terrified face to him practically breaking my ribs, it was. For the first time in weeks I laughed, I truly laughed, and it felt good. Soon all their eye's looked back to the screen, or in Harry's case, the bimbo, I got a chance to actually look at Zayn. I looked into Zayn's perfect hazel brown eyes. The light from the movie made them light up perfectly. They were filled with so much love and passion, out of all the boys Zayn always seemed to be so content with everything.

I closed my eyes and reached in for a kiss. A true kiss, not a drunken kiss that led to a one night stand, a kiss filled with passion and love. I felt so loved, so happy. Zayn held me in his arms as we kissed deeper. I could taste a hint of mouth wash and a mixture of saliva and cigarettes. I thought that this was just going to a one night stand type of thing, but I guess I was wrong.

Was I falling for Harry Styles best friend?