Our Love (Zayn Malik AU: Sequel to Our Story)

Presents

“Bloody hell, this will never work!” Eleanor cried out as she was trying to cover the homemade cake with frosting.

“El, stop squeezing the thing from the bottom and the frosting will come out easily!” Sophia tells her.

I laugh at her annoyed expression. “El, sit down. You shouldn’t be standing anyways. I’ll do this.”

“We could’ve bought a damn cake for his birthday!”

“When did we ever?” Lexi asks, as she laughs.

Making Louis a crappy cake was our tradition and no matter how much practice we had, it would always come out crappy. (Purposely, may I add.)

“Well, having a gigantic stomach blocking you from doing practically everything is an exception for our tradition.” El stated.

“Come on, it’s almost done anyways. And besides, the cake looks better than the ones we’ve done before.” Rachel said, trying to lighten the mood.

After another hour of trying to make it presentable, it was…acceptable?

“Fucking hell…”

“That’s just…”

“It’s not too late to order a cake, is it?” I asked them.

“Hey guys, are you---What the fuck?!” Niall says as he sees the cake.

“Okay, I’m going to get a cake.” Harry states as he walks in behind Niall and sees the cake.

“Come on! It’s not that bad!”

“Not that bad? It’s brown…and it’s a VANILLA CAKE! How the fuck did you manage to get a white vanilla cake to become brown?!” Harry asks us.

“Um…is this green frosting supposed to be in liquid form?” Niall asks as he looks at the cake closely.

“Did you make it from scratch?!” Harry asks in horror.

“Um…no…” Eleanor lies.

I raise my hands in defense. “I had nothing to do with the frosting!”

“But you burnt the cake…” Niall states.

“I told your wife to take it out after 30 minutes!”

“And you saw it burnt…you were gonna feed us this thing!”

“Well…”

“What the hell is all the commotion for?” Zayn says as he walks in.

“Zayn, tell them the cake is fine!” I tell him as I grab his arm.

“Of course it is babe, let me see—holy shit, what the fuck is that?!” His eyes widen as he sees the cake.

And at that moment, Harry and Niall start laughing.

“How…How the hell did it end up like this? Is it chocolate?” He asks me.

“No…vanilla…”

“The fuck? Did you guys smear shit on this cake or something? What kind of green frosting is that?! It looks like someone who has diarrhea shit on it.”

I open my mouth to talk, but I feel the tears welling up in my eyes. So I close it again and turn around, not wanting him to see me crying.

“Wait…baby I was kidding.” He says. “Gracie come on babe, I was kidding. It looks good! Fucking hell, hormones and pregnancy!”

“Get away from me.”

“Baby, I was kidding. I’m sure it’s very good. Here, let me taste it.” He says as he grabs a fork and takes a bit out of the cake. He slowly smells it before he closes his eyes and puts it in his mouth, slowly chewing.