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The five of us ended up staying in bed all day after I had barged in. We hadn't even bothered to remove any of our clothes except our shoes before climbing into the oversized bed and having a cuddle fest. I of course was in the middle of them, while I had Niall on my left and Zayn on my right. Louis and Liam were laying facing us with their legs hanging off the bed because of their large statures.
Zayn had popped two huge bowls of buttered popcorn as well as adding in this secret flavouring before distributing it to all of us. All the boys watched me as I took the first handful to see my reaction. My eyes widened and an involuntary moan slipped past my lips at the interesting flavour. I couldn't even describe what it tasted like, all I know is that I was ready to devour the rest of the bowl.
The boys laughed at my reaction, digging in as well. "What'd you put in this?" I questioned through a mouth full of popcorn, not even registering how disgusting I probably looked.
Zayn chuckled, using his thumb to smear away a track of butter coming down the side of my mouth. "That, my dear, is a secret."
I jutted out my bottom lip, "Even from your mate?" I tried to be as convincing as I could, smirking internally when I saw him cracking.
"Alright, alright." He surrendered, grabbing a handful and munching on it to keep me waiting. I slapped his arm at his attempt to distract me, making him laugh. "I will tell you, if you can catch three popcorn's in your mouth in a row."
I narrowed my eyes, "That's not fair." I'm sure by now they know how uncoordinated I am, so clearly I could never be able to catch anything. Not even a ball if it was thrown two feet away from me.
"Take it or leave it." He smirked, tossing the popcorn he had in his hand and successfully catching it into his mouth, making me go red.
"Fine." I grumbled, sitting up and fully facing him. I opened my mouth wide, prepared to catch anything thrown. When I noticed he still hadn't thrown it, I looked around at the other boys. Zayn and Liam were smirking while Niall and Louis were looking at me hungrily. "What?" I asked, slowly closing my mouth.
"Nothing." Zayn shrugged, "Just admiring how good you look with your mouth open."
My face turned a deep red, my eyes widening as I covered my mouth, thoroughly embarrassed. "Stop it!" I squeaked, digging my face in my hands while my cheeks grew hotter. I could hear all of their fond laughter yet I still refused to remove my face from my hands. I still wasn't used to all the sexual talk, even if we'd know each other for almost two weeks. And trust me, with four of them, there is four times the amount of inappropriate comments.
"Sorry, baby. It's just so much fun watching you get so flustered." I could hear Niall chuckle out, rubbing my arm from where he had his own wrapped around my shoulders. "C'mon. Let us see that beautiful cherry red face." I scowled, removing my hands to punch him in the shoulder somewhat playfully.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, not at all pleased with the description. "It's not my fault my pale face gets so red!" For some reason, that only made them laugh further.
Zany leaned down towards my ear, nuzzling my neck. I smiled, glad I was receiving some comfort from all of their comments. I almost closed my eyes in bliss when I felt his teeth begin to nibble on my ear lobe, making my eyes widen with a gasp. "You know, I'm curious if your cute little pale ass can get as red with a little help as well."
If even possible, my face got even redder. "Ugh!" I groaned, trying to scramble out of the bed. Is it that hard to try and keep their perverted thoughts to themselves? I'm not even thinking sexual things yet and they're already so comfortable about it. "You guys are unbelievable!"
"Oh no you don't!" Liam grunted, grabbing me around the waist before I could fully stand to get off the bed. I let out an embarrassing squeak as he yanked me backwards so I landed direction on his lap, my back to his front. "You're not getting away that easy." He shimmied up the bed until he could rest his back against the headboard, still keeping me secured against him.
I whined, kicking my feet and trying to pry his hands from the iron grip he had around my midsection. I know I'm behaving like a child but I couldn't afford to stay in bed with them where they could make more inappropriate comments and turn my face redder.
After another 5 minutes of useless squirming, I sat back against his chest, huffing as I crossed my arms. "No fair," I pouted, "you're using your strength against me."
I only grew more annoyed as they remained silent. My eyes drifted over to the other three, seeing their smirks at my attempts to get away. I rose a brow at them, as if to ask them 'are you not going to help me?' Ugh of course they won't.
"Why does sexual talk bother you?" Liam finally asked, making me flush at the question. I really didn't want to answer that.
"Not used to it I guess." I finally answered with a shrug. It's true. I grew up in a very werewolf traditional family and my father was never one to joke. My mum was too scared to make any jokes either in fear of the rejection of her mate. It was sort of weird because she knows how much my father loves her yet she always has her doubts. I think my fathers a good mate, just not an entirely good dad. My sister is fairly playful but as I grew older so did she and she stopped hanging around me. She spent more time at her friends house than at ours so we ended up unintentionally distancing ourselves from each other. I've always had that voice in the back of my head saying to strengthen our bond to what it used to be when we were younger but I've just never acted on it. Too much of a coward I guess. I was afraid she wouldn't like me now that I'm older...and even if that's not the case I don't want to ever find out. I just couldn't face that type of rejection.
"What's with the frown, baby?" Niall questioned worriedly, turning my face towards him with a gentle hand. I met his eyes, noticing how my lips had slightly pouted and a crease had formed at my brows without me noticing.
I quickly neutralized my face, clearing my throat to get rid of my thoughts. "N-Nothing. Just thinking about..." I trailed off, wondering if I told them, they would want me to go more in depth. I don't think I'm ready to get more into my personal life though. I know they've opened up quite a bit over the last week but I know they're also pretty open people with each other while I'm more reserved. I guess the saying opposites attract is true.
"About...?" Niall printed, urging me to finish my sentence. I bit my lip as I noticed they were all silent and listening to what I was going to say. Jeez it's much harder to be open when there's four pairs of eyes on you.
I finally released a sigh, falling back against the headboard and causing Niall'a hand to slip off my face. "Just my family." I admitted, my finger nails suddenly becoming interesting as I mindlessly picked at them. "Wondering how they're doing and stuff..." Okay so that part isn't entirely true but I know they're going to continue to bother me about it unless I get more specific. "Nothing important, I just got lost in my thoughts."
"We won't push you, pumpkin." Louis jumps in, rubbing my arm comfortingly. "Just know that when you're ready to open up a bit more, we'll always be here." I offered him a small smile at that, entirely grateful that my mates respect my privacy...in some aspects. When it comes to safety, they see no boundaries with me but so far with my personal information they are a bit less controlling about it. They must realize how overwhelming it can be to have to reveal my complete past to them after only knowing each other for such a short period of time.
I sighed with relief, leaning back and snuggling into the arms of my beautiful mates. I've never felt more loved then I do at this moment, basking in all their musky and woodsy scents. They all smell so different yet are still able to compliment each other...it just works.
I let out an unexpected yawn, bringing a fist to my mouth to try and suppress it. "Looks like someone's sleepy, huh?" Zayn chucked, brushing some curls out of my face. My eyes closed involuntarily at the action, all of the stress of today hitting me full force. "We haven't even had dinner yet, precious." He cooed, making me groan and flip over so I could bury my face in Liam's chest.
"I don't wanna. I just wanna sleep." I slurred, enjoying the warmth so much that it actually crosses my mind to never want to move again.
"No no no, you're going to eat." Liam chuckled, but the seriousness was still seeping through his tone. I grimaced, almost rolling my eyes. "You better erase that frown, angel. We're just trying to keep you healthy." He scolds, brushing my hair back off my forehead.
I groaned, "What if I don't wanna be healthy?" I dragged out, not in the mood to get up and have to eat something. I'm still full from lunch. In the past, before I met the boys, I ate maybe one meal a day and a couple of snacks. My parents never really cared what I ate or how healthy my meals were, I basically took care of myself after I grew too old to have a nanny. Once I entered my senior year of high school, with my sister gone and my parents off in their own worlds, I lived off microwaveable dinners and Mr. Noodles. Thankfully my fast metabolism allowed me to eat all of that without gaining much. I had a little pudge but it wasn't noticeable unless you're me and stare at it all day hoping it can go away without having to work out or eat healthy.
Now, under my mates' attention, I eat up to 3 big meals a day. It's a transition that my stomach is not at all used to and I'm still adjusting to it. Other than that first night they ordered pizza, they have cooked all my meals. And all of them had been extremely healthy yet oddly delicious. It's hard to believe something so good had no artificial flavours.
"I'm so full though..." I whined, rolling on my back and squeezing my eyes shut. "I feel like if I eat anymore I might explode." Okay so I might be over exaggerating just a smidgen...but I really don't want to get up.
"That's because you're not used to it. But you're going to get into the habit eventually, we can assure you." I whined again at that, not even caring how over dramatic I'm being right now.
"Don't worry it will be a small meal, Harry. Now, are you going to get up or will we have to carry you?" Niall asked, rising from the bed with the rest of them. I knew they were all staring at me so I just huffed and started to get up.
Apparently, I was going too slow for their liking because the next thing I knew, I was being lifted off the bed my large hands. I yelped, grabbing onto the broad shoulder that I was being thrown over.
"I was getting up!" I squeaked, gasping when he, who I have now identified as Zayn, started walking out of the room. "Put me down!"
"Oh hush, it was taking you years to get up. Stop being a little drama queen." He murmured, slapping his open palm on my left ass cheek.
I squealed, reaching back to to guard the sensitive area. "Ow!" All I received was a chuckle in return as he kept walking towards the kitchen.
"Don't worry, they'll be more of that if I hear you keep whining." He promised seriously making me flush red. In response, I just continued rubbing the area he slapped, waiting to be put down.
After a while, I was finally being descended into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. I just pouted and allowed myself to be seated and tucked in. I watched as Liam and Niall started taking out all the appliances and food items that they'll be using to cook with. Zayn began getting all the place mats and cutlery to set the table and Louis...I don't actually know where Louis is.
"Where's Louis?" I asked curiously, lifting myself a little off my seat to scan the area. I couldn't see him but I knew I'd get picked up and dragged back if I got up from the table so I just shrugged and sat back down. He's probably in the bathroom.
After about 30 minutes, Zayn, Liam and Niall were all seated at the table serving everyone. They gave me a much smaller portion than their own thankfully, knowing that I probably won't even finish that.
It was just some whole grain noodles with some tomato sauce and mixed vegetable. Along with that, there was some Parmesan cheese on top and a slice of buttered garlic bread. It smelt delicious that I almost forgot how full I was.
Before any of us started eating, I realized I was missing one of my mates. "Louis still not here?" I questioned, about to get up to look for him.
Just then, said man walked into the kitchen, frowning deeply at his phone screen. He didn't even look up as he sat at his spot at the table, furiously typing something. All the other boys seemed to not know what was happening as they frowned as well. "Lou?" I asked softly, making his head snap up. "Everything okay?"
His features softened as he let a small smile cross his face, "'Course pumpkin. Just dealing with an issue right now." I nodded at his words, sensing that he didn't want me to investigate further. I was sort of hurt that he wasn't tell me what was happening but then I remembered how they didn't push me on my private information just yet, so I wasn't going to do it to them at the moment either. Though if the issue becomes bigger, I might have to push a little.
After a couple more seconds, Louis put his phone in his pocket and picked up his silver ware. All of the boys began eating, the only sound being the sound of metal hitting against their plates. I shook my head, not believing that they're all acting as if Louis hadn't been gone for 30 minutes, and then showed up looking pissed, and finally just sat down as if nothing has happened??
Take a deep breath, Harry. We're not going to push them.
With that thought, I began eating my dinner, almost moaning at how good the food was. Wow they sure know how to cook, that's for sure.
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"A night out?"
"Yeah! Grey and I wanted to check out this new pub that opened up a few days ago!" Rhys' voice chirped through my phone as I paced the bathroom floor. I was getting ready for bed once Rhys called, telling me all about this plan to go out tomorrow night, which is a Friday.
"I don't know Rhys..." I sighed, leaning back against the door to make sure none of my mates come in. Last I saw them, they were all in the kitchen having some tea while I got ready to go to bed. I don't personally like tea, so that's why I grabbed the bathroom first. But even if I know they're in the kitchen, I don't want to risk one of them coming into the bathroom to check on me or something.
Now I know some may ask why I would need to hide in the bathroom from them? Well, it's not so much that I want to hide, it's just that I know if they see me on the phone, they'll want to know who, and once they know it's Rhys, they'll get defensive and want to know what we're talking about...and I'm a terrible liar.
I know even though they try, they'll never get to like Greyson, and because of that, they'll group Rhys with him and not like him either. Of course I still hang lit with them whenever I can because I would never let them pick my friends, but I can tell it bothers them.
Anyways, Rhys has been on the phone with me for the past 8 minutes going on about how we haven't hung out as much as we used to before I met my mates. I agree, even if we had just had lunch together because that lunch had been the first I'd seen them in weeks. It's just been hard to find time for them since I am still getting used to having mates and trying to get to know them.
But I do miss them both dearly...even if Rhys is three doors down.
"Okay..." I sighed, wincing at the squeal I received from my Omega friend. "Rhys calm down!" I muttered, scared his screams will wake up the whole building. "I will try to come but you know I have to talk to my mates. And I'm not so sure how they'll react. I mean you know how they were when I told them about the lunch...imagine a night club."
Rhys' excitement died down instantly and I could almost see the pout. "I know...but you promise you'll try real hard right? I can even come over to help."
I laughed at that shaking my head, "No Rhys I don't think that would help, but thanks anyways. I can do this on my own don't worry." At least I hope I can.
Just then, there was a loud knock on the door, making me jump away from it and clutch my phone in a tight grip. "Baby, are you almost done?" Niall's voice rang from the other side of the door, making me bite my lip.
"I gotta go Rhys." I murmured, inhaling a deep breath.
"Okay Haz! Good luck!" He cheered, making me smile.
With that, we hung up with a few more goodbyes. I heard Niall knock again on the door making me sigh. I'm gonna have to ask now because I might not get the chance tomorrow morning.
Well, here goes nothing.
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