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"Who ate my left over pasta salad?" I hear Nick demanding from the kitchen.
I hold back a giggle. I knew this would happen but guess what? I ate the goddamn pasta regardless and it was incredible.

When no one responded, he groaned and directed his question to me instead.
"Y/n." He growled. I heard his bare feet walk across the kitchen and they got progressively louder as they neared the door to the home studio, which I was currently in.

Shit, how did he know?

The door swung open.
"Y/n, did you eat my pasta?"
I swallowed, trying my best to sound as inconspicuous as possible.
"Um no? Was that the pasta you made yesterday?"
He knew it was me.
I could tell by the way that he leant against the door 'casually', arms crossed and eyebrows raised.
"Y/n honey, I hope you realise that as your boyfriend, I can very easily tell when you're lying and this, this is a perfect example."
Silence.

He pushed off the door and made his way over to me, cupping my face in his soft hands.
"You ate my pasta salad."
I couldn't hold back my grin any longer and I chortled, manoeuvring my face out of his hands and making a run for the door.
"This is funny to you huh? I take my food very seriously and you know this y/n." I heard him call out as I bolted out of the studio and into the kitchen, looking for anything that could provide protection from my pissed off boyfriend.
"I'll show you what's funny love, just you fucking wait."

I heard him bolt after me as I ducked behind the kitchen counter, suppressing a squeal.
I heard the door to the kitchen shut and then it was silent.

The effort that it took me not to laugh was painful and I had to use both my hands to cover my mouth.
"Not a great place to hide, would you agree?" Came a voice from above my head and I squeaked in alarm upon looking up to see Nick on his stomach on the counter I was hiding behind, his head hanging off the edge.
His hands reached for me as I stumbled to my feet and sped away, opening the kitchen door and running as fast as I could into Brandon's room.

"Geez, don't bother knocking." He mumbled as I hastily shut the door and ran to a shirtless Brandon who was sat on his unmade bed, hiding behind him.
"Hi." I said breathlessly.
"Uh, hi? What's going on?" He asked quizzically, craning his neck in attempts of looking at me as I held onto his shoulders.
"I ate Nick's leftovers..."
A pause.
"Well, good look to you, I don't want any part in this." He stated, prying my hands off his shoulders and trying to shake me off him.
"No, Brandon! Please, you know what'll happen.
"Exactly, which is why I'm -" The door burst open, cutting him off and Nick stormed into the room. I once again grabbed for Brandon, who was stood up now, and hid behind him.

Nick reached around Brandon, who didn't bother to try stop him and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him.
Traitor.
Grinning, Nick pulled me into his chest and held my wrists to him.
"You really thought you could get away huh?" He teased and I giggled breathlessly.
"Nick I'm sorry."
"Too late." And with that, I felt myself being hoisted over his shoulder and he walked us out of Brandon's room. I gave Brandon the middle finger from my upside down state on Nick's shoulder and he stuck his tongue out at me.

He walked us into the living room and chucked me down onto the couch, immediately straddling me and once again holding my wrists to his chest.
"Nick, I'll make you another salad." I pleaded, wriggling beneath him.
"Yes you will... after I've gotten revenge." He smirked and with that, he lips found my neck and started blowing raspberries.
I gasped and squirmed, begging him to stop, which thankfully he eventually did. At this point my eyes were full of tears from laughing and he kissed the tip of my nose fondly.
"You're mean." I whined breathlessly.
He cocked his head, his eyebrows raising.
"What was that?"
I repeated myself, "you're mean."

I was suddenly flipped onto my back and I felt his fingers attack my sides, poking and pinching relentlessly. I squealed and begged him to stop again and again but he didn't.
"NICK" I screamed, writhing desperately beneath him.
"You shouldn't have eaten my pasta then should you?" He reprimanded mockingly.
"PLEASE NICK, I'M SORRY."
He didn't stop, his fingers danced persistently over my ribs and the tears in my eyes threatened to spill.
It went on for what seemed like an hour and eventually, he ceased attacking me and climbed off me.

He reached for my face and kissed away the one stray tear that had escaped and had rolled silently down my cheek.
"I hate you." I stated, wiping my eyes.
He smirked dangerously and suddenly lurched forward as if he would continue but, thankfully, he didn't. I flinched and voluntarily hugged my knees to my chest, closing my eyes. Upon realising that he was just teasing, I opened my eyes to see Nick laughing.

"Aw baby, you are just too cute." I scowled at him in an attempt to be intimidating but that just fuelled his laughter.
"Come here." He pulled me to him into a warm embrace which I accepted gratefully and kissed his lips tenderly, before tucking my head under his chin and resting it on his chest.

After a minute or so I signed and straightened up.
"I'll go make you more salad." I stood but stopped when I felt his hand envelop my wrist.
"I was kidding honey, you don't need to." Bashfully, I smiled and climbed into his lap.
"You want to watch a movie?" His voice rumbled from behind me.
"Yeah, that's a good idea."
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