Tessa's POV
"Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up!" Someone screamed as they bounced on the bed, waking me.
"Go away," I muttered into the pillow, still too tired to do anything about whichever monkey was jumping on the bed this time.
"Come on! You gotta get up! I haven't seen my best friend in over twenty four hours!" So Niall was the misfit disturbing my sleep. I rolled over onto my side and checked the time; it was six in the evening.
"It is six in the evening and I was enjoying a peaceful slumber, but now I am up and unhappy." I grouched, "Shut up."
Niall looked at me with his adorable puppy dog face. "Aww, you are just too cute." He poked my nose, so I reached out to bite it. "Bad girl." He tapped my head in a corrective manner.
I scrunched up my nose at him. "Why are you here?"
He feigned an expression of hurt. "Does milady not want her best friend of five days to be with her?"
"Not if he doesn't let her sleep in." I retorted.
"Someone is a little grumpy after getting woken from their nap." He teased. I slapped a pillow across my face, momentarily forgetting about my head wound.
I grimaced in pain and called out "Go away!" but my words were muffled by the pillow.
"Nope. It's best friend time." He pulled away the pillow. I saw him smile mischievously and briefly wondered what he was up to when the blanked was suddenly yanked from my grasp, exposing my body to the cool air.
"It's too cold!" I moaned and reached for the blanket. He tantalizingly pulled the blanket farther from me when I got close to it.
"Tut tut! You have to get up sleepyhead. We have less than three hours until your date." He wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
"I think I would know. That's why I was planning on sleeping for another hour." I glared at him.
"We have done something together every day except for today. We can't break tradition!" He pouted and jutted out his bottom lip in a cute, childish way. Without a doubt, he looked adorable.
"Fine. You have two hours." I said, reluctantly sitting up. I was so tired, but I owed it to Niall; he did take complete care of me whilst I was sick. I was still in sweatpants and a tee-shirt, so I deemed myself worthy of going to do whatever Niall wanted to do. Then, a thought came to me. "Wait. First of all, I don't have a date. A friend of mine is just coming over, so we can catch up and stuff."
He snorted. "Yeah and Sailor is just my friend." He had to bring up that she-devil.
A dark look crossed my face as I chose to ignore that last remark. "Second, how did you know about that?"
He sent me a look as if it should have been obvious. "Well, I am practically dating your brother." He said, reminding me of the incident in the kitchen yesterday. I laughed out loud.
"Okay, now what are we going to do today?" I asked, suddenly feeling awake.
He licked his bottom lip as he thought about it. "We are going to make dinner."
"How could you have possibly started a fire?!" Niall shouted not in anger but with exasperation and a touch of incredulity. "I left you alone for less than five minutes chopping vegetables. The stove wasn't even on!"
I sheepishly looked down at the floor. The fire extinguisher can was still in my hands. "I don't know what happened." I mumbled. "I just put them in a pot to boil and turned the stove on. Then, I turned around to get the water, and it burst into flames."" I cried out, waving around the fire extinguisher precariously.
"Okay, okay." He gently took the can out of my hands. Once he made sure we weren't in harm's way, he burst into laughter. He full-on cackled. I was so confused. Why was he laughing when I almost burnt down my house? "How could you have possibly set the stove on fire whilst cooking vegetables? How could you have forgotten the water?" He said between breaths of laughter. At first, I was shocked that he could be taking this so casually. Then, his infectious laughter got to me. Soon we were both on the floor, rolling around and crying tears of laughter. I didn't even know why we were laughing. I had completely forgotten. Maybe I didn't even know why in the first place.
The whole situation was crazy and messed up. Once we were both calmed down, I was mind blown. "What are we even doing?" I asked, turning to face Niall. Niall just shook his head and broke down into more fits of laughter. I looked around at the mess we-I had made of the kitchen. It was a total wreck. It would take forever to clean.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. I ran to go and get it, momentarily forgetting how drastic I looked. I opened the door only to shut it again. It was Zayn and he was early and I was a mess. I was something no one should ever have to look upon. If I usually looked anything like Cinderella, now I looked like the before picture.
"Oh my God!" I screamed to no one in particular, but Niall heard it.
"Who was at the door?" He asked as I ran up the stairs to make myself look presentable.
"It's Zayn! And he saw me!" I yelled.
"So? Who cares? Let him in!"
"Oh my god, you're such a guy! Have you seen what I look like?" He chuckled loud enough that I could hear him from upstairs. I tuned him out and started changing my clothes. I tore off my now-ruined shirt and my joggers. I stood in my walk-in closet for a few rushed seconds before deciding on clack shorts with a crème sweater since it was cooler at night. I ran to the bathroom and, knowing I didn't have a lot of time, splashed water on my face. I put a little mascara on and then some lip gloss before tackling the beast that was my hair. It was nearly impossible to brush through. I had to, literally, yank the brush to make it go through. I bet I pulled out half of my hair before the brush was able to fall through easily. I styled it so that it covered the gash on the side of my head; that was something I didn't want to have to explain again.
I looked in the mirror one last time. I looked terrible but better than before. Then I realized: I had left Zayn. Outside. Alone. As in, I shut the door in his face. "Shit!"" I called out, leaving my bedroom and running down the stairs. I whirled around to the front door, but stopped when I saw the living room. I traced back a couple of steps only to see the weirdest thing I had seen in a while. Zayn and Niall were both sitting stiffly on the two couches, their eyes glued to the telly. Zayn was sitting on the couch facing the telly whilst Niall was on the couch facing the doorway to the entryway, where I was standing. Luckily, their heads were turned towards the screen and they were watching some football fame. It gave me a few moments to decide where to sit. I could sit by Niall, my best friend, or Zayn, my so-called date. It was definitely not a date. Couldn't a guy and a girl be friends? Granted, Zayn and I were more than friends but still, Niall and I are just friends.
I decided on the big, comfy chair in the corner. It was a safe choice. Plus, I wouldn't have to choose between them. I was way too indecisive for that.
When I came into the room and plopped into the chair, I felt two pairs of eyes on me: Zayn and Niall's. I saw their heads snap back to their original positions when I turned to look. I saw the hint of a blush appear in both of their cheeks as they continued to watch the football game.
"So what are we watching?" I asked them, trying to relieve some of the tension that was rapidly filling the room. Zayn looked at me as if to say, Are you stupid? Turn your head forty five degrees to the right and you can figure it out.
Niall, having not known me for very long, answered politely. "Well, we're watching football, but we can change it. If you want, that is." I shot him a grateful smile but shook my head. He didn't know my pathetic secret. Well, he didn't know this pathetic secret, just like everyone else. This got officially more awkward. My entire life is one big puddle of awkward.
Unfortunately, my stomach decided to grumble rather loudly. Both Zayn and Niall turned to look for the source of the noise. When Niall saw me blushing, he immediately understood and choked up with laughter. He hadn't eaten yet either. Zayn looked between Niall's laughter and my blushing with confusion. "That," Niall searched for the right word, "noise," seemed to be the best he could do. Very articulate. "was her stomach." He burst into renewed laughter. Zayn seemed to get it because he lightly chuckled. Great, the only thing that seemed to break the ice was my embarrassment.
"Hey! I'm hungry and so is my stomach. We haven't eaten all day! I was planning on eating dinner with Niall, but he saw how great that turned out." I defended myself.
"Hey, it isn't my fault that you can't cook." Niall said, reminding me of that trivial fact yet again.
"You let her cook?" Zayn asked him disbelievingly.
"Well, I wasn't expecting her to burn the entire house down."
Zayn gave him a look as if it was supposed to be obvious. "Dude, she has a history with cuisine."
"Really?"
"Yeah-"
I interrupted Zayn. "As much as I love being the source of everyone's jokes, I'd rather not go into my mistakes with food."
"No, really. I'd like-Aah!" Niall squealed like a little girl which caused Zayn and I to jump. "Spider!" He screamed in terror. I sighed and got up from the couch. Niall jumped on top of his couch whilst pointing at the terror inducing creature. Even Zayn looked slightly frightened; his eyes were wide and he had pulled his legs up to his chest, so his feet weren't touching the ground. I grabbed someone's shoe from the entryway and walked over to where Niall was pointing and shrieking like the five year old he was. I smashed the tiny black, eight-legged insect underneath the sneaker.
Once they were sure it was dead, Niall hopped down from the couch and Zayn let his feet slide back to the floor. "My hero!" Niall wrapped his arms around my neck and hung on.
"Niall, it was a miniscule spider. No big deal." I tried to remove his arms, but he clung tighter.
"No big deal? You just killed Satan's spawn! We" He removed his arms from me only to pull Zayn up off the couch. "will forever be in your debt." Zayn looked uncomfortable with Niall's arm shrugged on his shoulders, but he nodded his head in agreement.
An idea came to me. "Well, you can start paying it off by cooking me dinner since I'm so disastrous at it." They both snickered at my jab and agreed to my terms.
"I'll cook!" Niall volunteered. He skipped-literally-into the kitchen and we could hear him clearing up some of the wreck I had made.
As I sat down on the couch nearest to me, I wondered what he was making. Hopefully, something edible. I turned to watch the game and didn't notice when Zayn sat down next to me. I was startled when I felt the familiar pressure of his arm across my shoulders. After getting over the initial shock of it, I shifted closer to him. We watched the game together as Niall cooked, cheering when our team scored a goal and so on and so forth. I ended up totally forgetting about my hunger and that Niall was in my kitchen cooking. Zayn seemed to forget too because when our team won, he smacked his lips on mine. We got caught in the moment. It got steamy quickly. We had both been burning to do this all night, or at least I was. He sat down on the couch behind him, pulling me along so I was straddling his lap, one knee by each of his hips. The telly was long forgotten as it turned into a heavy make out session.
He licked my bottom lip, asking-no, demanding-entrance. I was obedient and willingly gave him whatever he wanted. His tongue explored my mouth and the feeling of it. It was like he was getting reacquainted with it. I decided I wanted a taste of him too and our tongues struggled for dominance. In the end, he gave up and granted me control. I swirled my tongue around, tasting the familiar taste of cigarettes mixed with mint. I had gotten used to the taste and now enjoyed it. Zayn pulled me closer, deepening the kiss and pacing one hand in my hair whilst tangling the other in my hair. I let my hands fall from the side of his face and slide farther backward to where his hair met his neck and knotted my fingers in the tails.
Right then, we heard a loud clang and a "Shit!" so we jumped apart. Both of us were out of breath. "It's fine! I'm okay, but thanks for asking!" Niall called from wherever he was. Zayn ignored him whilst I suppressed a smile. We leaned in to pick up where we left off but my stomach growled, ruining the moment. Really? I asked in my head of course. It was just my luck, too.
"Seems like the universe really doesn't want this to happen." Zayn said seriously but with a smile in his voice.
"Screw the universe." I breathed, leaning in again. I craved the rush I had been feeling.
Our lips had barely brushed before we were interrupted again. "Dinner is served!" Niall announced as he walked into the room, brandishing something he held in a pot. Zayn and I tried to spring apart, but it failed. We ended up making it worse by falling on the floor and tangling ourselves together. "Oh my God! My eyes! Why not keep it PG-13 outside of the bedroom?" Niall cried and tried to cover his eyes but couldn't since he was holding the pot. In the end, he left the room altogether. I started laughing and, in my position on top of him, I could feel Zayn laugh, too. This was definitely not how I planned tonight would go. I got up off of him and we both followed Niall to wherever he went.
We walked into the kitchen and Zayn let out a low whistle. "With a tornado came and I missed it, or you were cooking. I'm going to go with the latter based on the information from earlier."
"Oh shut up." I dragged him into the dining room where we found Niall with a massive plate of macaroni and cheese, one of my favorite foods ever. There was still a lot left in the pot, thankfully, He was shoveling it all in, very much like the first time I saw him eat. I sat down across from him and Zayn sat at the head of the table between us. I grabbed a plate and scooped some noodles onto it.
Once I was done, Zayn did the same. He must have been hungry, too, since he got almost as much as Niall. Maybe it was just a boy thing. We sat eating in the quiet until I heard the front door open and close. "Who is it?" I yelled. I could hear whoever it was walk into the kitchen and stop.
"Oh my God, what happened in here?" Jesse's voice rang through the house.
"Tessa, did you try cooking again?" Louis taunted.
"Actually, I had a supervisor this time." I retorted. I couldn't even see them and they were getting on my nerves.
"Really? Then how did they let you ruin our kitchen again? Mom is so going to freak." Niall's cheeks reddened at Jesse's last comment.
"I never said that the supervisor was actually supervising." I heard them shuffling through the kitchen and trying to make their way through the mess. I didn't know why it was taking them so long; most of the wreckage was near the stove and it wasn't as bad as it could have been. "Plus, this is the first time I've eaten in, like, over twenty four hours, so I've had other priorities.
At the mention of food, both the lads popped through the door. "FOOD!" They both raced to the pot of pasta before Louis realized I had company. "Yo, Zayn. Good to see you again, mate. You too, Niall." He gave them both that half a hug, man thing. Jesse, too busy with the food to care, nodded at each of them and sat down before eating his food in a Niall-like manner. You could also say he was inhaling it like it was much needed air. I wondered who, Niall or Jesse, would win in a food contest. Louis served himself in a good fashion and we all sat there eating.
Louis and Jesse started telling Zayn and Niall about this raging party they went to last week. It was obvious that I wasn't included in the counversation. Once I finished, I got up to bring my plate in and everyone seemed to think that I was going to take theirs in, too. So I was loaded down with dirty dishes and sent from the room. Since I wasn't included in the cocnversation, I decided to work on clearing up the kitchen. Jesse was right for once; mom would have a fit if she came home right now.
First, I loaded all of the dishes into the dishwasher and ran it. Then, I tackled the stovetop with baking soda, water, and towels. It seemed to take forever, but finally all of the black burns were starting to rub off. I was so focused on scrubbing that I didn't notice when someone else came into the room.
"Woah, it's looking better already." My head whipped around to see who it was.
"Oh, it's you."
"No need to sound so disappointed." He said offstandishly.
"No, sorry. I'm just working in here seeing as how I'm not wanted in there." I tried to apologize but there was an edge in my voice. He came over and picked up one of the rags I had been using; he started to get rid of some of the stains on the floor. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm doing what best friends do."
"No way." Niall said.
I nodded my head. "It's true. I figured out that I could do it in the summer of fifth grade. Just ask Liam."
"How?" He looked at me with a mixture of awe and wonder.
I sipped my Coca Cola before answering. "Well, I was at this party, and we were playing truth or dare, as always. These truths and dares were childish, mind you." I told him, noticing the slight smirk on his face as he was about to say something. "They were like, 'Who is your crush?' and 'Eat this gross thing'. So I decided to take dare."
"No surprise there." He interrupted. I shot him a quick glare before continuing.
"I was dared to belch the alphabet, so I took a swig of some fizzy soda and proceeded to do it. Everyone was in awe of my skills, even Jesse and Louis." I finished.
"Well, color me impressed, but I still don't entirely believe you." He winked. "I think I might need a demonstration."
Seeing this coming, I had been drinking plenty of soda. I could belch on command, but it was much easier to do when I drank something carbonated. When I actually did it, Niall was awestruck with wonder. "How – Why – What…" He trailed off and started again. "Teach me?"
His eyes were pleading. "No can do, mister." I shook my head. "I don't know how to teach it. It just comes naturally." He stuck his tongue out at me in disappointment, so I stuck mine out right back. "Just be glad you got to witness my skills." I flipped my hair off my shoulder.
He grumbled something that I couldn't understand, just the usual. I shrugged it off by smiling and drinking my soda.
"Tessa, I want-" Niall was cut short by the other three boys coming into the kitchen.
"Wow, it looks a lot better in here." Louis commented. "It looks too good. Where's the cleaning lady?"
I scoffed. "Psht. Niall and I are pretty good workers. We did it ourselves." Niall confirmed me by nodding his head. This would have been the ideal moment for a cleaning lady to walk in and ask for her check or something, but Niall and I actually did it ourselves.
"Well, mates, now that that's been cleared up, I better get going. It's gettin' pretty late." Zayn said, making his way towards the door. Niall and I got up from our seated position, and we all followed him to the front door. He grabbed his leather jacket from the hall closet. I hadn't even known he'd brought a jacket. I didn't think it was cold enough, but it's Zayn. Who knew?
"Aww, Zaynie, we're gonna miss you!" Louis put on his best impression of my voice to tease me and shoved me towards Zayn. I stumbled, and Zayn caught me before my face got reunited with the floor. Since it wouldn't have been the first time, I knew it wasn't the best feeling in the world.
Zayn had grabbed me by placing one hand on my elbow and wrapping the other around my waist to support. For some reason, it made me feel really comfortable. "You okay?" He huskily whispered in my ear. I don't know if he meant it to be that way, but it sent shivers all the way down my spine. When I nodded back, he let go of me, and I immediately missed the warmth and comfort of his large hands. Soon after though, the warmth and comfort was replaced when he wrapped me in a bear hug and quickly pecked me on the lips. He waved bye to my brothers and Niall before heading out into the night. He shut the door quickly, before any of the cool night air got in. I made sure he had gotten in his car and drove away safely whilst the boys went down into the basement.
Once I was sure Zayn was okay, I followed them. They had started to play Fifa without me, but that wasn't what I was upset about. Niall had stolen my hammock chair. I was going to let him have it, but Louis and Jesse were taking up the couch, so I couldn't sit there. That only left the rickety old armchair that we'd had for ages.
Since Niall was in my chair and I didn't want to make a scene, I decided to sit on him. When I sat down, he freaked. "Oi! I'm tryin' to play a game 'ere, woman!" His accent was more prominent when he was upset. He tried to push me off and play his game at the same time, but it didn't seem to be working. In all the commotion, Louis and Jesse, who were on a team, scored a goal against Niall, who was playing by himself. They both snickered as he almost lost his patience with me. "Tessa, geroff me! I need to beat your brothers' asses!" He pushed my ass, but I wasn't budging.
"As much as I love watching somebody's ass getting beat, especially my brothers', you're in my seat." I smiled brightly at him.
Even Louis and Jesse were taking my side. "She's right. It is her seat. Da bought it for her when she was just a wee little girl. She usually freaks when Jesse and I sit in it." Louis, the only brother to do so, defended me.
Niall looked between us three helplessly. The game lay untouched but not forgotten. Niall's face brightened. "How about I play ya for it, ye?" He asked.
You don't want to do that." Jesse cut in.
"What're we playing?" I ignored him, hoping he would shut up on his own or Louis would get the memo.
He snorted. "Fifa, obviously."
"Okay." He looked shocked that I had agreed so quickly.
"Don't worry," He tried to reassure me. "I'll go easy on you."
"If that's what you want." I made sure I never asked or told him to play easy on me. This was about to be hilarious; at least for me, it would be.
Niall saved their game before setting up our own. I reached for the controller Louis held and chose Manchester City whilst Niall chose one of the Ireland teams. "Man City, eh?" He asked, to which I nodded. "Not the usual choice."
"Would you rather I pick something else?"
He shook his head. "Nah, doesn't matter."
We started the game shortly after that. I was kicking off, so I started down the field. I could tell he was holding back, so I decided to as well. I passed it to the other striker who was up with me. Since it was the worst move I could have possibly done, considering I had no one on me, he stole it easily. "Aww, crap, how did that happen?" I pretended to be frustrated. He sent me a weak smile, but I could tell that he was happy I was terrible. Louis and Jesse were eating it up like it was cable TV. I let Niall score a goal before I stepped up my game. It took him long enough, too. When I got the ball I too it down the field quickly. Niall seemed to sense the shift in mood, but he was too late. He was too far spread out to catch my quick striker. I made it past his goalie and shot an easy goal from ten feet away.
It went in and Niall cursed. "Da fuck was that, Theresa?" I shot him a glare for using my full name. Then, I smiled innocently and shrugged my shoulders. We were both tied now. The game went on where I would let him score and then retaliate. Every little bit, I would spice it up a bit by scoring a cherry-picked goal or one that would actually count to put me in the lead. Niall got very frustrated with me and cursed me out. I giggled, suspecting he was just upset because his male pride was wounded. He thought he was playing easy on me, but in reality it was the other way around. I could've crushed him into oblitherines, but what kind of friend would have done that? I was perfectly okay with beating him by a point or two.
That's exactly what I did. He went into deNiall (denial) when he lost. He pulled his knees up into his chest and started rocking back and forth on the floor. "No, this is just a dream. I did not just get beat by a-a girl!" He cried as if it was the worst thing in the world. I crawled over to my hammock chair and got in it, relishing in the victory.
Louis and Jesse were shaking their fists and chanting, "Niall got beat by a girl!" over and over again.
Niall suddenly turned to them. "How could you not tell me she was a pro?" He accused.
Jesse raised his hands above his head. "He, mate, I tried to."
Louis smirked. "She has us for brothers. Plus, I thought it would be funny." Then they repeated the chant more, dancing around in a little circle. Louis decided to put a picture of Niall's defeat on Twitter. Louis and Jesse both played football for a club back in England, so the picture got thousands of likes, retweets, and comments within minutes. With our father being one of the leading CEOs in the entire UK and having multiple connections all over the world, it had been relatively easy for Jesse and Louis to get on a good football team. Don't get me wrong, my triplets had skills, but they always seemed to take our father's position for granted. I, on the other hand, never used him for anything. I could've gotten into NYU in a heartbeat if I had used his name, but I chose to work for it. I even went as far as to use my mother's maiden name, White, instead of his, Tomlinson. I didn't even like the guy. Why the hell would I take his last name as my own or use him to get special treatment. I was already sort of famous on my own in an innocent kind of way. I worked for Seventeen Magazine, I was the daughter of world-class CEO and a five-star chef, and my brothers played for an English club football team. I was bound to have a couple of people know my name. I did a little bit of traveling sometimes for Seventeen and interviewed some famous people. In a lot of places, people knew my name and face. Sometimes, even celebrities knew my name. It was very humbling. I worked hard and I was proud of myself.
One of the only reasons Louis and Jesse were so famous was because people thought they were fit. Like, how gross could people get? I remember when I saw a fan fiction of Louis and Jesse. I was even in it. It was an entire novel. It was disgusting though. Filled with heterosexual sex, homosexual sex, incest, and everything in between, I was disgusted by the time I ended the first chapter. (AN: Yes, I am making fun of myself. Except for the homosexual sex and incest part, that is. Hehe) I can't believe people wrote that. Wasn't watching porn on your computer enough? Did you really have to write it, too? I guess people gotta do what they gotta do.
By the time I came back to reality, Niall had gotten over himself and had moved to lean against the couch whilst he sat. Louis had placed his knees on either side of Niall's head and body and kept nudging him with a foot during the game they had started playing. They had an adorable budding bromance. "Louis, can I see your phone?"
"Why?" He was immediately suspicious.
"I need to see something on Twitter." More like post something, my subconscious chastised me. He wasn't even really paying attention. He motioned his head in the direction of it lying on the miniature table next to the couch. I grabbed it and went back to my swing. I took a quick look at the photo Louis had posted not so long ago. It was of Niall shaking on the floor whilst I was sitting on my swing and laughing. He had captioned it, that moment when your bestfriends sister beats you at Fifa. Sucks NiallOfficial The picture was so cute I took a screen shot of it and sent it to myself.
I then captured a photo right as Lou kicked Niall's side gently. Louis had a devilish smirk on his face and Niall's was one of pure shock, his mouth was wide open. It was, in all honesty, a beautiful picture. I captioned it, Budding Bromances #Nouis xoxo –H NiallOfficial I posted it, and Louis' fan base exploded. I strolled through the comments already posted in less than a minute. It was weird seeing how many people actually though Nouis was real. One girl said that Nouis was now her OTP. I laughed out loud at that and the boys gave me strange looks. I blushed and went back to scrolling through Louis' phone. I decided to check out a couple of people's profiles. One I checked out, Louis_stolemysuspenders, was basically a shrine to Louis' entire existence. She even had pictures of my mom's massive tummy filled with the three of us and pictures all throughout Louis' existence. How did people even get those? I decided to make the girl's day and have Louis follow her. Literally two seconds later, she tweeted: OMG LOUIS JUST FOLLOWED ME! I LOVE YOU! Louis_Tomlinson I breathily chuckled and favorited the tweet. What she doesn't know won't hurt her. I left Twitter and turned off the phone before I gave her a heart attack. She was probably a twelve year-old girl, so it would be understandable but I'd rather not have that in my guilty conscience. It was probably her life's goal for Louis to follow her, or at least her Twitter's. So I was actually helping her. I tossed Louis his phone back, but I ended up missing and Niall got a mouthful of iPhone 5. I bet it tasted delicious.
"Oi!" He shouted, hurt and surprised. Then he shook it off, his eyes having never left the screen. All three of them were intently focused on the game. It was he hundred and eighteenth minute and somebody had to score within two minutes or they would be shooting penalty kicks. Neither of the teams could score a goal though. No one could score a penalty kick either, or when someone would score one the other team would score, too. Figuring this would go on for a while, I went up to the kitchen to get food.
I stood in the pantry for a minute, listening to the sound of their groans and cheers and trying to decide what to eat. I finally settled on chocolate chip cookies and lemonade. I sat at the kitchen island and was on my last cookie when my mom and dad walked through the back door. My mom was laughing hard at something my dad said.
"Oh, hi sweetie." My mom noticed me sitting in the kitchen. "Where are the boys?"
"They're downstairs with Niall playing Fifa." I told her with my mouth full. She usually didn't care.
"You swallow your food and respect your mother right now, young lady." My dad sternly told me and pointed his finger at me to emphasize his point. I just met his glare, downed the last bit of my lemonade, and walked back down to the basement.
I heard my mom in the background. "Really? Did you have to do that?" I smirked, knowing she was on my side.
"YES!" I heard Louis and Jesse scream entirely too loudly. I rushed down the stairs only to find Jesse and Louis jumping up and down on the couch, Niall on the floor rocking and crying again, and the telly saying that Jesse and Lou had won.
"Aww, you poor baby." I said, walking over and crouching down next to Niall. "You just can't win against us, can you?" I petted his hair soothingly.
"Mmm," Niall moaned. Louis and Jesse went upstairs muttering something about food. Niall perked up at that specific mention. "Food?" His eyes went wide as he moved to follow them.
"Niall!" I called out as he got up.
"What?" He asked annoyed that I wouldn't let him go eat us dry.
I pulled a pack of Girl Scout cookies out of my back pocket. I had been hiding them from my triplets. Niall's eyes nearly bugged out of his face went he saw them. He literally jumped me as he tried to get them from me. Apparently I wasn't fast enough for him. Note to self, never get in the way of Niall and his food. He immediately ripped open the box and shoved multiple into his mouth at once. He groaned in pleasure at the taste.
Once he was finished, which was very quickly, he collapsed on the couch I had sat down on. "Okay, I've been dying to ask you this all night. What's up with you and Zayn? And don't say you're just friends, that's bullshit." He added.
I swallowed. "Nothing really. He's a really great kisser, but that about sums it up. Plus, have you seen those cheekbones?"
"Oh my God, I did not need that mental image!" He covered his eyes as if that would cover his imagination.
"Hey, you asked." I defended myself.
"I know, I know." We fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the sound of people making their way across the floor upstairs. "Hey, I think I gotta go. Don't want mum to worry or anything." I looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was half twelve.
"Oh yeah, you probably should. But come around tomorrow, 'kay?" He nodded as we stood up. We both walked up the stairs and into the kitchen where the back door was.
"Bye, Tessa." He said, turning around and wrapping me in a hug. "I will so beat you next time." He whispered in my ear.
I chuckled in reply. "Get out of here, Ni. You couldn't beat me if you tried." He threw me the bird as he shut the door behind him. I laughed out loud at how great our relationship was. From serious to silly in less than five minutes.