Out in the Cold (Zianourry) ON HOLD

Ten

"That looks really good." Niall compliments, walking over to stand next to Harry near the oven. 

Harry jumps at the unexpected noise, jerking around in his spot to look at the blond. "Oh, Niall, you scared me. Sorry, I should've asked before doing all of this." Harry spreads his hands out, gesturing to the baked goods (a tray of muffins, and now a pan of brownies he's in the process of making) he's spent the last hour or two making. He shifts his weight from one foot to the next, a nervous pit forming in his stomach. He hopes they won't get mad.

Niall holds his hands up, stopping the boy from going on a long ramble. "H, this is your house too, now. You don't have to ask us to do anything in it." He tells the curly haired boy, chucking when he adds, "Especially when it's about making food."

Harry nods, smiling ever so slightly, jumping when the oven beeps, informing him the brownies are finished. He grabs the over mitts from where he had previously set them on the counter, and slips them on his hands, opening the over and carefully pulling the pan of brownies from it. He sets it on the towel he had placed on the counter to let them cool off.

"So you really like cooking, huh?" Niall asks the obvious question, turning around and leaning his back against the counter.

Harry nods, pulling the mitts off of his hands and tossing them back onto the counter, shrugging when he turns to Niall. "Always been fun, and kind of relaxing to me." He explains.

Niall nods as well, and says, "That's good. If there's ever anything you need or want to make, just let one of us know and we'll get it for you when we go shopping. Which we actually probably need to soon."

"Thank you." Harry smiles, a genuine, beautiful smile, and Niall's breath hitches.

No, Niall, the blond thinks. We all agreed to wait until we all think he's ready. "No need to thank me, Haz. We want you happy." Niall smiles softly, his head tilting to the side a bit as his blue eyes search the curly haired boy in front of him. He clears his throat, lightly shaking his head. "Well, we're gonna play a game of Monopoly if you want to come join."

"No, I'm good, thank you though."

Niall nods again, easing back towards the doorway. "If you change your mind, we're in the living room."

Harry does come out of the kitchen a little while later, after another round of baking muffins; chocolate chip this time. He wasn't lying to Niall when he said baking relaxes him. It's always calmed him down, and helped him think when his mind is racing. And it has been the past few days. It's only gotten worse with what he found out this morning.

But the guys are so...

Hot.

He can't help it.

Harry shakes his head, clearing the thoughts that are trying to take over his mind again, and steps around the trio on the floor arguing about who knows what, and sits down on the chair nearest to them, turning towards the TV, where Supernatural is playing.

"Hey, Haz! You wanna join? We can restart the game, we aren't very far into it." Louis shouts out to the boy, way louder than necessary, considering Harry is right next to them, diverting the curly haired boy's attention from the TV to him.

"You're only saying that because I have Boardwalk!" Niall exclaims, narrowing his bright eyes at the cerulean eyed man.

"I am not!" Louis defends himself, crossing his arms over his chest. "I actually want Harry to play because I like him! Why don't you want him to play? Huh, Niall? Do you hate Harry?"

"Shut the hell up, Lewis. I like Harry more than all of you losers do." Niall retorts, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the messy haired man.

"Yeah, um." Harry butts into the conversation, shifting nervously when all three pairs of eyes turn to him. "I think I'm gonna just stay out of this game. Little too competitive for me."

"Well, would you look at that? You scared him off, Neil, way to go." Louis huffs, letting his arms collapse beneath him, his chest colliding with the floor.

"Yeah, this might be too competitive for even me." Zayn says, pushing up off of the floor, stretching his arms above his head when he's standing. "Oh! I love this episode." He directs his statement towards Harry, stepping around the duo and walking in front of Harry. His hands grip Harry's waist and he lifts the green-eyed boy up, sits down in his place, and puts him in his lap.

"It's my favorite," Harry responds, slowly allowing himself to get comfortable in Zayn's lap when both the blond and the messy haired men look at the two and give two big smiles, before getting right back into their game.

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"Lovelies, I'm home!" Liam announces, closing the door with his hip while simultaneously setting his keys down on the nearby table. He walks into the living room, only to find his boys in the same place they've been in for going on three hours now; Niall and Louis arguing over every single move they each make, and Zayn and Harry curled up around each other watching both Supernatural and their fight.

Four heads turn to him and Niall offers a wave, before him and Louis get back into their game. Zayn nods and turns back to the tv, shifting his body the slightest bit to get more comfortable. "Hi," Harry greets, one of the corners of his mouth tugging up into a lopsided smile.

"How has your day been, H?" Liam asks, reaching down to pull the sneakers off of his feet.

"Lazy," Harry answers. "So good."

"Lazy?" Louis butts in, pushing up so his weight is on his forearm, staring incredulously at Harry. "You literally spent like 10 hours baking. I haven't stood up more than three times. I've had the lazy day."

"I didn't spend 10 hours baking," Harry rolls his green eyes at Louis. "It was like two."

"Still." Louis shrugs.

"You baked more?" Liam asks, his eyes lighting up. He doesn't even give Harry a chance to answer before he's taking off towards the kitchen, reemerging moments later with a muffin in hand. "Is there anything specific you need us to buy? We're probably going grocery shopping this weekend."

Harry shakes his head, running his fingers through his shortened hair. "Not that I can think of."

"Let us- or I should say me, as I'm the one making the list- know if you think of something, alright, love?" Liam tells him, after swallowing his first bite of muffin. "This is great, by the way."

"Thank you."

When Liam finishes off his muffin, wipes all the crumbs from around his mouth, he steps around the duo on the floor, in a very heated argument about who knows what now, and joins the two in the recliner.

Sorry for any mistakes, unedited.
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