Love Caught Fire (One Direction Fanfiction)

62++Dinner for Eight

January

Niall's POV

"You're going to burn your hair off." I tell Alyson. She backs away and faces against the breeze so she can tie her hair up.

"It's kind of cold out here, don't you think?" she asks and I nod.

"It's January, of course it's cold." I say.

"It doesn't feel cold enough to be January though," she states. 

"Are you trying to become a weather-woman or something? Is that your new major in university?" I tease.

Alyson laughs and then tries to grab the spatula from my hand. "Oh no you don't." I say and tighten my grip around the spatula. "You're going to swat my butt with it again."

"I'm not! I promise! You brought me out here to teach me how to grill steak and you won't even let me try it for myself?" her hand stays firm around the spatula.

"Today will just be an observing day for you." I tell her and she rolls her eyes.

"Please?" she sticks out her bottom lip and looks me straight in the eyes.

No one can say no to that face. I've seen her use it on everyone in this house and no one has been able to deny her with it. "Fine." I give up. Alyson smiles and tugs at the spatula but I keep my hand firmly on it. She growls and I just stand there and smirk while holding the spatula.

"Niall," she warns.

"Aly," I mock her.

She tugs harder but I do too. My force overpowers hers and I pull her straight into a kiss on the lips. She kisses back and I bite her bottom lip to tease her. She uses that distraction to pull the spatula away from me with full force.

"Ha!" she says and pecks my lips. "I win."

"I let you win." I lie.

"Mmhmm, yeah, sure." she sarcastically says and turns to the cooking steaks. "Are we even supposed to be using a spatula for steaks?"

I shrug. "I think we're supposed to use something else but I don't know what that is."

Alyson laughs at me and I hear Zayn yell, "Hurry up! I'm hungry!"

"I am too but you don't see me complaining!" I shout back and I hear Louis and Harry laugh.

We finally finished making the steaks and I set the food on the table with Aly's help. Everyone that's in the dining room takes their seats at the table.

"No phone at the table, Harper. Did your mother teach you any manners?" Louis teases her.

"Lay off. She can do whats she wants." Harry snaps in her defense and then kisses Harper's cheek lovingly.

"Aren't you guys just the cutest shit?" Louis jokes/

Charlie comes up to Louis' side, wrapping her arm around his waist. "They are the cutest shit."

Louis smiles down at her and throws his arm around ehr shoulder. "We're the cutest shit."

"I thought we were!" Harry shouts.

"Guys, guys, guys," Zayn steps in. "Let's just all agree that Niall and Alyson are the cutest shit."

Everyone agrees and I smile at my girlfriend from across the room. She smiles back and then giggles when I nonchalantly wink at her. I circle around the table and take the open seat next to Alyson.