Infinity //1D AU ✓

Chapter 17

~I never counted all of mine,

If I tried, I know it would feel like infinity~

"Look at us. It's just the same as it was before."

"Louis is stealing a football from a kid again." Harry sighed in response to Liam's statement.

"And you brought a picnic again, too." Niall laughed. "Now give me the cookies."

Harry took the cookie container out of his satchel, and tried to open it. "This sucks." He said, looking down at his fresh nails. "This actually sucks." He was unable to open the container.

"But at least you'll be the hottest guy at the wedding." Louis said, one fresh soccer ball under his arm as he returned to their blanket. "Yes, even hotter than Zayn."

Liam sighed. "Zayn's only ever worn black jeans and black shirts and hoodies. I don't know what he'll look like in a suit."

"On a gay flamboyant level," Harry started. "My prediction is that Zayn cleans up nice, and he's a total babe. Not my type. But a total babe."

"True, though." Louis said, rolling up his sleeves.

"Ew. Why am I surrounded by people who are all attracted to Zayn?" Niall said, grabbing the container of cookies for himself and opening it with ease.

"Okay, who's playing footie?" Louis asked, and then laughed at their shocked looks.

"It's actually kind of sad that Zayn isn't here. It doesn't feel the same." Niall added. "But I'll play." He stood up, and Liam and Harry also wandered over there, making sure that the cookies were hidden.

"Why is it called football again?" Liam asked, kicking the grass. "It's soccer."

Louis gasped. "How dare you call her soccer? Beware of cultural appropriation, or whatever it's called, Liam, my darling."

"Harry's jealous." Niall said, and Harry over-exaggerated crossing his arms and put on a mad face.

"We have to educate this fool." Harry finally sighed, becoming himself again. "He must become British."

"These," Louis started, gesturing to his suspenders. "Are braces."

"But those are the things that fix your crooked teeth!" Liam exclaimed. "Ah, I didn't have to suffer this when Zayn was here."

"And I hope you know that we call fries, chips and chips, crisps." Niall added.

Liam sighed. "We're done with this game." He kicked the soccer ball across the field.

"The adjective 'pissed' here means drunk." Harry told Liam, who eyed him suspiciously and ran back to eat the rest of the cookies.

"All of this stress makes me wish I still did drugs." He sighed.

"Liam!" Niall yelled at him. "That's illegal!"

"So is breaking out of prison!" Liam yelled back, and then flipped Niall off. Liam started eating the cookies, and marveled in how good they were - Harry really should open a bakery.

"Do you all remember when Louis here -" Niall slung his arm around Louis when he came back from getting the ball. "-bought that cheesecake from the mall?"

"That was weird, and I'm American." Liam sighed, not in the reminiscing mood. Niall took a cookie, and Louis started kicking the ball around with Harry.

"I'm worried about Liam." Harry sighed. "This whole Zayn thing has really got him down." Louis sighed, not knowing how to begin to fix this mess. Because while Flex Tape can fix everything, it can't fix your inner demons. So that was out the window.

"Let's walk, everyone." Louis said, ever the mother hen. The group packed up the picnic, and started walking down the road. Liam looked at the ground wistfully, remembering the good times.

"I keep getting lost in the old memories. But I really just want to make new ones." Liam sighed. "We're young, you know?"

"I'm an old soul." Harry told the group, snuggling into his sweater deeper.

Louis rolled up the sleeves of the sweater he was wearing, which belonged to Harry. "I don't ever want to grow up. Oh my god, are you like the old grandma from Hook, and I'm that ugly Peter Pan? Ew."

"Hook was a good movie." Niall laughed, taking another cookie from the container Liam was holding.

"I wish you would stop comparing us to characters from movies." Harry said, taking his boyfriend's hand. Soon, they were at the car, and they all got in, tired. "Were you not going to return the football?"

"Nah." Louis said, putting his feet up on the dash. "I like it."

"Louis." Harry looked over at him from the driver's seat.

"lOuIs." He mocked back.

"Can we just go get ice cream?" Liam sighed.

"You just ate fifty cookies!" Niall laughed.

"Exactly."