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Bryn's POV
"I told you not to come without food." I said after opening the door to a foodless Niall. C'mon, how hard is it to get food. He's already done it 483955992947 times.
"I have food," He grabbed my arm and pulled me to his car.
"I've been in your car too many times." I said but willingly sat down. He has heated seats! I can't just pass that down!
"I promise its not a long drive like usual. Actually, we can walk!" He said getting back out. Oh, nope. I am not getting up. I stayed seated and crossed my arms. "What's wrong with walking?"
"The same that's wrong with our economy. Everything."
"I'll give you a piggy back ride," he offered.
"Does your back have a heating option? Didn't think so." I stay sitting and he goes back to his side of the car and starts driving. HAW HAW, I WIN.
"I'm surprised you're not morbidly obese, you don't move at all, and all I feed you is McDonald's and taco bell."
"You could've been feeding me in-n-out but SOMEONE is too lazy and hates me," I stare out of my window and he puts a hand on my thigh. My thigh. His hand. Contact. Oh sweet lord of all things aunt jemima.
"I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it better? Rub your feet, give you a nice big hug, kiss you?"
"You can turn this car around and take us for burgers at in-n-out." We parked at a park and he went back to the trunk. I hate the park. So many happy people.
"Guess what I have?!" Niall came and opened my door for me and held up a picnic basket.
"I hope there are grapes so I can throw them at your face."
"So violent. I'm not telling you the contents of this basket until we found a place. First I was thinking near the ducks, but I learned last time that ducks don't exist here." He said and grabbed my hand and started walking. I'm not complaining. His hand is warm. Now my butt and hand are both warm. Butt from car seat heater. Don't get dirty, god.
"We can go to the rocks. There are some pigeons there sometimes."
"Oh no, no pigeons for me. Never, nope." he said and pulled me to a playground.
"Why not?"
"Well, one time, I was in the loo," he found us a place to sit and set down the basket, continuing his story. "And the window was open--"
"Why was the window open?" Is he a nudist or something?
"I liked the breeze, okay?! Anyway, a pigeon flew in and attacked me. I hate them now," He said and I sat down next to him and the basket.
"Well, you were kind of asking for it. You can't be naked in front of a window and not expect anything to come after you. Even birds can get horny."
"We could keep talking about birds, or, I can reveal what I packed before it gets cold."
"I'll go for the latter." He looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "That means the last option. Just open the basket."
"Right, okay. Well, first, I present one chip," he said taking out a single french fry. Wait, that looks familiar. I took the fry out of his hands, looked at it from all angles, sniffed it, licked it, then bit into it.
"THIS IS IN-N-OUT!" I tackled him down and got to the basket revealing two milkshakes, two burgers, and fries. "NIALL I LOVE YOU!"
"You do?" he said lifting me off him.
