A Photo Of Me And You -*Finished*-

Like When We First Met

Sometimes I think back to when I first met the boys. It's really random how it turned out, but we came out good friends. But here I am now, too afraid to even answer their calls. 

I slap my palm to my forehead in frustration. Why am I so stupid? I quickly change into a pair of dark skinny jeans, a yellow off-the-shoulder blouse with black sequins tracing the neckline, and my yellow Converse. I grab my bag and my iPhone before heading out. I have to do what's right.

I need to talk to them. 

I stand in front of Zayn's flat. I've already almost left until I return to in front of the door. I raise my hand to knock, but the door swings wide open. 

He's looking down at his phone, but he must see my shoes because he slowly looks up. "Mia?" 

"Hi, Harry..." I say, my voice kind of cracking. 

"Mia. What are you doing back in London?" He asks, his eyes wide with surprise. 

"Uh, I got a job. Working at a magazine as a photographer," I answer softly. 

"What? Are you serious? That's great!" His lips break into a large grin. "You've always wanted to be a professional, and you did it." 

"Yeah, thanks to you guys. And Phillip. Without you guys, I would've never meet Phillip. Without Phillip, I never would've got this job." 

Harry's eyes seem so soft right now, but it looks like he's about to cry. "Are you all right?" I ask him. 

"I didn't think you'd come back," he admits softly. 

"But I did. I'm here right now, so let's make the best of it," I say. I pull Harry into a hug and he quickly hugs me back in a tight squeeze. 

"We've missed you. Niall was so beatup that you didn't answer his text yesterday," Harry laughs into my hair. 

We pull apart. "Is Zayn or any of the boys here?" I ask.

"Yeah, they're all inside watching some horror film that I couldn't stand, so I was about to leave," Harry explains.

"You've never been able to put up with horror films," I laughs and he nods with a smile. "Can I see them?" 

"Who am I to say yes or no?" He quickly guides me inside and into the living room where all the boys are sitting. 

And staring intensely at the screen. 

"Guys," Harry says. "Look who's here." 

They all look up and I give a small wave. "Hello, boys." 

"Mia!!" Niall jumps up and runs into my arms. "I've missed you so much!" 

"I've missed you too," I laugh. "But I couldn't leave behind my bestest friends foreverest, right?"

I hug Liam, "Thank God you're back. Niall was dying here."

"I don't think my absence was that bad," I laugh as we pull apart. He eyes me funny as he smiles.

"Mia, don't you ever leave us again. I will hurt you if you do," Louis says, pulling me into a hug. "Did you get taller?"

"Did I?" I ask while laughing. 

Zayn comes up and his eyes brighten. It's been three months since he told me he loved me. I wonder if that still applies to now. But Zayn doesn't say a word as he hugs me. I hug him back and say, "Long time no see, huh?"

"Too long," he whispers. "We've missed you. I've missed you."

"Like I told Harry, I'm here right now. So let's make the best of it," I whisper as we pull apart. 

"You know what I think?" Harry says.

"What do you think?" Louis replies loudly. 

Harry eyes Louis as he continues, "We should go to that diner. The one when we first met Mia." 

"Oooh, that's a good idea," Louis nods his head rapidly. 

"Well let's go," Niall shouts, opening the door and parading down the hallway. 

As we walk to the car, Zayn reaches over and takes my hand. Our fingers don't intertwine, but they stay there, just like that. 

And it's perfectly fine by me. 

I've got back the five lads that made my life heaven, and right now, that's all I need.