The Fatal Flaw | LT

LXXIX

CHAPTER LXXIX

September

"He started it!" Niall and Louis screamed as they pointed at Harry.

These 30 years old men had just started a ketchup war in my kitchen while I was out doing errands.

"I can't believe you guys are thirty years old." I mumbled, walking cautiously in the kitchen. "Please clean yourselves up; I'll clean this mess because if you guys do it, who knows, maybe you'll start a bubble war here."

"That's actually a great idea!" Harry commented making me glare at him which caused Niall to laugh.

"Dibs on the guest room shower!" Niall yelled very loudly making me flinch at the sound.

"Nope, you both are using the hose in the backyard." I shook my head. Despite being the youngest in the room, I was the most mature one. "Go, go, go! I need to clean this up!"

"Thank you, Vee! You're the best." Harry eyed Niall and before I knew it, I was squished in between them.

"Harold! Niall!" I squealed as they rubbed their ketchup stained faces on my shoulder. "I hate you both."

"You love us!" Niall screamed before jumping on Harry's back and both went to go clean up.

"Do you need help, love?" Louis said sweetly but mischievously as he wrapped me in his arms, this time.

"Louis." I groaned. He rubbed his nose with mine, which I would appreciate if it weren't for the ketchup dripping from his hair to my face now. "Not you, too."

"I love you." He cheekily smiled before his lips dove onto mine, tasting like ketchup.

"I love you, too." I replied as we pulled away. "Go clean up, too."

He kissed my cheek before strutting away.

"Oh, and don't you dare think about using our shower or any other showers in the house, Louis! Use the hose, too!" I called and I hear him groan as if he was going to do just about that before I heard the backdoor lock.

An hour of cleaning the kitchen and showering myself, we were now cuddled up in the living room, watching a, surprisingly, not that cheesy rom-com that Harry recommended.

Louis and I were sprawled on the largest couch, with a white fluffy blanket while Niall and Harry sat on separate single couches like the single lads they are.

"When can I meet this girl that you like?" I ask Niall, smiling fondly.

"I need to make sure she's the one before I introduce her to you." Niall said, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth. "You guys are like my family, I want to make sure she's it before introducing her to you lot."

"Awe, Niall." Harry cooed making Niall throw popcorn at him, which of course he returned the gesture.

"Please don't make a mess anymore." I sighed, shaking my head at them.

"Sorry, little sis." Harry said before sipping his soda. "You're the youngest, yet you're the first to get married."

"And they call you the ladies' man but you're probably going to grow old with cats surrounding him." I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Hey!" Harry sat up abruptly. "I happen to love cats!"

This caused the rest of us to laugh. Louis pulled me closer to him, resting his chin on the top of my head while he wrapped his arm around me. I was reaching up to hold his hand when I remembered something.

"Hey, Ni?"

"Yeah?"

"Can your family make it to my wedding?" I asked hopefully.