seventeen ~ ❝lilo has a date.❞ ✈

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Niall's POV

The warmth of the sun flooded through the blinds as I stretched my arms up, smiling at the feeling of another pair of arms softly squeezing my waist as I opened my eyes. Zayn's head lie on my chest, his black hair spread across my shirt while his eyes stayed close, even though I knew he was awake. I looked around and saw that everyone was still asleep, Louis wrapped in Liam's arms and Lily and Harry spread out like starfish as their limbs overlapped each other. I chuckled to myself then placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Good morning love," He grunted in response, making me laugh as I gently pried his arms from me and stood up to go make some breakfast for everyone. Whether they liked it or not they were going to be up soon, and I wasn't ready to deal with their hangry moods. Just as I was finishing up the eggs I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, smiling as I leaned against his broad chest.

"Smells good," He mumbled, resting his chin on my shoulder while I turned my head to place a small kiss on his cheek.

"Course, I made it." He laughed at that, waiting for me to turn off the stove before he turned me around and gave a small smile.

"What?"

"I can see this being a regular thing, you know? You making breakfast while I come down in the morning and wrap you up into my arms. Just makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside." He whispered the last part with a blush, burying my face into his shoulder so that I wouldn't see. The action and his words made my heart warm; I could see this in our future as well.

The happiness I felt with him was something that I thought could only happen in books or movies, but it was proven that with the right person, it could happen to anybody. Just as I pulled away to place a kiss on his lips the sound of somebody yawning made me pause, rolling my eyes while Zayn groaned.

"Breakfast smells amazing!"

"And, the beasts have awoken."

Liam

Louis and I were the only ones left in his apartment after breakfast; everyone seemed in a rush to leave, and I figured it was because they expected us to talk about what happened with his parents and our whole "scandal".

Why it was called a scandal? I truly didn't know; it wasn't like I was with somebody else and I was caught cheating with Louis. I considered him to be my actual boyfriend; I didn't just hold somebody's waist and sway with them to soft music in the kitchen at random times.

What I felt for him was truly special, and now that I thought about it, I hadn't expressed it at all in the right ways that a boyfriend is meant to. If that's what we would even call each other, now. Things were still left unofficial, and the thought sent a small smile to my face as I pulled back from him.

"Let's go on a date." He paused, furrowing his brows as he looked up towards me.

"Huh? But we're kind of already dating?" I rolled my eyes at his smart comment and watched as he giggled to himself, shaking my head as I sighed.

"I'm serious Lou. I want to take you out." I smiled as he blushed, biting his lip while looking up towards me.

"Really? Like, you really want to? What about the publicity? The tabloids? All that stuff that comes with fame?" I shrugged, pulling him close again as I rested my chin on the top of his head.

"At this point everybody knows. People are going to judge, and I'm used to that. I know you're not, but I promise that I'll do whatever it takes to make you comfortable. We don't even have to be this affectionate in public if it helps." He was quiet for a while, probably thinking it over as he pulled away from me and leaned against the counter, arms crossed as he looked up from beneath his lashes.

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