Out in the Cold (Zianourry) ON HOLD

Twelve

"Niall, would you put that down? Zayn, stop looking at yourself in the mirror. Louis, what in the hell could we possibly need that for?" Liam ends his ramble with a loud sigh, running his hand down his face. Harry pats his shoulder sympathetically, his lips pursed together in amusement. 

"Lots of things, Leeyum." Louis answers, though he sets the item back where he found it. Niall pouts, but he also complies.

Zayn, however, stays firmly planted in his spot, combing his hair back with his fingers. He makes a face at his reflection, lifting one hand to wave the four people waiting on him away. "You guys go on ahead. My hair looks hideous and this is not okay. I'll catch up. Sometime." 

Liam opens his mouth to argue, but shrugs, pushing the cart in the opposite direction. "One less problem to worry about." He whispers to Harry, grinning when the curly haired boy lets out a short laugh.

"Them too seem more difficult to deal with than Zayn though." Harry replies quietly, nodding his head towards Niall and Louis, who have decided in that short few minutes to have a fight, using bananas as their weapons.

Liam sees what Harry's referring to, his eyes bulging out of his head before he smacks himself on the forehead. "Oh my god, guys, can you please act like adults for once? Please."

Both boys pout, setting the damaged fruits back on the table. Louis runs his fingers through his hair as he and Niall make their way back to Harry and Liam's sides. Niall's hand sneaks over, grasping Harry's left hand in his grip, lacing their fingers together. Harry smiles, sinking his teeth in his lower lip to try to maintain a neutral expression, but Niall sees.

"Is there anything in particular that you want?" Liam asks, drawing Harry's attention back to him.

"Oh, um." Harry thinks the question over quickly. "Maybe a cake? Oh, and spaghetti. Umm... that's all I can think of that we haven't already got." He gestures to the full buggy with his free hand. Liam nods before barking off orders for who to get what. For once, Niall and Louis don't argue with him. Though Niall does drag Harry off with him, leaving Louis with a pout.

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By the time Zayn catches up with them again, they're in line at the checkout, with Liam and Harry setting their items up on the counter. "Oh, we're finished already?" The raven haired man asks in surprise, grabbing the two loafs of bread he sees in the front of the cart, putting them on the free space on the counter.

"Louis and Niall behaved theirselves for once." Liam replies, shrugging his shoulders as he continues piling stuff for the cashier to check out.

"I was thinking, do you guys want to stop and get some ice cream after this?" Niall asks, staring at each boy in turn, waiting for their answers.

"Niall, babe, we've got to get this stuff home so that it doesn't ruin." Liam answers, shooting him an apologetic smile.

"I know. We can drop it off and then come back for some ice cream." Niall replies, jutting out his bottom lip and widening his eyes, batting his lashes dramatically.

Liam huffs a laugh, nods his head. "I'm game if everybody else is."

"Sure."

"Fine by me."

"Alright."

-

The five of them hurry back to the house where Harry, Zayn, and Niall all help Liam unpack everything and put it where it goes (though Niall only does it so that he can get some ice cream faster). Louis, though, sits on the nearest chair, watching the whole process. And of course, him being Louis, he has to call out Liam when he opens the fridge and two cans of drink (that Louis had set up) falls onto the floor, spraying everywhere. Niall fusses at him as Liam cleans up the mess, telling him off for adding time before they get to the ice cream store.

Soon enough though, they're all repiling into the car, Liam and Niall taking the front seat, and Louis, Harry, and Zayn in the back. "Hm, what flavor do I want?" Niall thinks out loud, and from Harry's position in the car (middle, back) he can see that the blond has his head tilting to the side, thumb rubbing his chin as he seriously debates his own question. After another moment or two, he turns in his seat so that he can see everybody. "What are you guys going to get?"

"Strawberry and vanilla." Louis answers.

"Vanilla." Zayn says.

"Chocolate." Liam also says.

"Chocolate too." Harry speaks up when Niall's blue eyes land on him.

"Ugh," Niall scoffs playfully. "You're all boring." 

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