SCARS (1D)

What would you do if you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? Run? That's what Lucy and Nina did. Running led them to One Direction. Now, becoming best friends with the boys is easy. Lovers, amazing. But when names get to the press on a trip to Italy,  everybody better run because stories will be told and horrors will be relived when someone shows their SCARS.

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13. Chapter 12

(Nina's POV) 

I opened the door, and there was Lucy. And Liam. KISSING!!

"Oh my-" I started. Lucy jumped back from Liam. Liam just leaned against the wall as if nothing happened. 

"Nina! I- I can explain!" She said. I stopped her by putting a hand up. 

"It's okay. I don't care. As long as Liam remembers what I said to him." I looked at him and he blushed. 

"Nina what did you say?" Lucy groaned. 

"She said that if I was going to like you, I had to treat you right or she was gonna kick me in the balls so hard I would sing like Justin Beiber.....before puberty." Liam said glumly. Lucy busted up laughing. She stopped laughing and looked behind me. Before I could turn around there was a pair of hands on my waist. 

"Hi Niall." I said. 

"How did you know it was me?" He asked. I turned around in his grip. 

"You smell like Cheetos." I said. Liam and Lucy laughed. He wiped some left over cheese off his fingers and smiled at me. He gave me a big hug, kissed my hair (like usual) and walked back inside. 

"Okay what's going on between you two?" Lucy asked. I looked down and shrugged. 

"Please. You guys are always by each other. He holds your hand. He hugs you. He kisses you-"

"Only my head!" I pleaded. 

"Doesn't matter. Spill!" She hissed. I looked up at Liam and he was just as curious as she was. 

"Well I like him I guess. I think he likes me. I don't know right now. Doesn't matter. What about you two! You two were just kissing! Spill!" Lucy looked down and Liam blushed. 

"Oh fine. It's okay." I walked back in the living room and sat down next to Niall. He adjusted the blanket and I leaned into him as he was watching the sports channel. Liam and Lucy walked in. Niall looked up and was about to say something. I quickly nudged him and he looked down at me. I gave him a look that said 'keep quite' he went back to watching the sports channel. Lucy gave me a thankful look. Niall twirled a piece of my hair in his fingers and then patted my knee. I smiled up at him. He smiled that award winning smile back. 

"Nina?" He said. 

"Yes God?" I said looking up dramatically. He laughed and tilted my chin down. 

"No. Down here. Niall. Not God." He laughed. 

"Haha. Okay. What?"

"You want some chocolate? I want some cookies." He asked. 

"Sure." I said. He got up and pulled me into the kitchen. 

"Are we making these from scratch?" I asked. 

"Well of course. There is no other way!" He yelled. He quickly got out all the ingredients. 

~1 cup butter, softened

~1 cup white sugar

~1 cup packed brown sugar

~2 eggs

~2 teaspoons vanilla extract

~3 cups all-purpose flour

~1 teaspoon baking soda

~2 teaspoons hot water

~1/2 teaspoon salt

~2 cups semisweet chocolate chips

"Someone knows his cookies." I said. 

"My mum taught me well." He said. While pouring in the flour, Niall dabbed some on the tip of my nose.

"Hey!" I said. I grabbed a handful of flour and raised it. 

"Don't you dare! We need that for cookies!" He cried. I sighed and put the flour back. 

We finished the cookies and we set the pan on the stove while we were waiting for the oven to preheat. He had his back turned and I thought PAYBACK TIME. I grabbed a handful of flour and tapped his shoulder. As soon as he turned around BAM! I threw the flour right in his face. He jumped back and gasped. He wiped it away from his eyes then looked up at me. He had a death glare. I didn't care. I was laughing so hard. That was until the egg hit my chest. 

"OOOOO it's on blondie!" I yelled. We quickly sprang into war zone. Eggs and flour was flying everywhere. I jumped out from my hiding spot and went in for the kill. When I reached over the counter, he wasn't there. I stood up and walked around the other side. He had been sitting on the floor. I spun around and he was right there. Inches from me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. He wiped away some of the powder off my face. 

"I think I win." He whispered. I laughed and leaned into him. He was warm and I snuggled into him. I looked up to say something but before I could, he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. It was so gentle it was like it wasn't even there. Then it became stronger. I kissed him back and I could feel the smile that played on his lips. He leaned me against the wall and kissed me again. Each second was filled with more happiness and passion. Soon little kisses turned into making out. But it wasn't the sloppy kind. It was the sweet romantic kind. 

We were still kissing when the ovens loud beeping came on letting us know the oven was ready. We sprang apart. We were both panting a little. He looked at me.

"Maybe we should put those cookies in now." He winked. I laughed and leaned against the counter. What just happened? I smiled to myself. I was finally happy. I felt whole. Sitting in this kitchen. Egg in my hair. And flour everywhere. Kissing. This is my happy place. I closed my eyes to keep the memory. This was a great day.
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