Chapter 10

ZAYN'S P.O.V:

"Per-Bear, wakey-wakey, sunshine." I whispered in Perrie's ear. She reached up and grabbed my shirt, forcing me back down. I twisted her the opposite way so that we were facing and gave her an Eskimo kiss. "Wake up, Honey Bunches." I said one more time. She just rolled back over, so I resorted to the last of my ideas. I stood up, grabbed her ankles, and dragged her out of the bed. 

"Zayn Malik!" she yelled, clearly disappointed in my attempt to wake her up. I kissed her before putting on a pair of sweats.

"Love ya, Perrie!" I yelled back to her from the comfort of the hallway. It was quiet before she sprinted out of our bedroom and knocked me to the floor, which caused me to gasp for air. She kissed my lips before I got any air. I managed to pull my head away and get some air. Perrie got on my feet laughing, and I picked her up doing the Superman. She laughed and smiled down at me.

"Zayn! Zayn! Put me down!" she screamed, laughing to the point of tears. I lowered her down and kissed her one more time. She stood up and stuck out her hand for me to take. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing both of her cheeks. She giggled and blushed and walked downstairs with me to the kitchen. "So, what do you want for breakfast, Zayn?" she asked, looking through the fridge. BEEP! BEEP! Perrie's phone went off. "Damn. Early practice." she muttered. "Gotta go, baby." she said, kissing my cheek. "Bye." she said, throwing on a sweatshirt over her tank and sports bra. 

"Bye, Perrie." I called to her as she walked out the door. I dashed upstairs and threw on my 'Cool Kids Don't Dance' tank and my sandals, grabbing my iPhone and walking out the door with my beanie on. I got on my scooter and rode to Hazzza's house. I had big news to tell the boys.

HARRY'S P.O.V:

I woke up to Niall drooling next to my face. Gross. I sat up and reached over for my phone. 

From: The Boo

hey

To: The Boo

hey Lou whats up

From: The Boo

can I come over?

To: The Boo

its unlocked

Minutes later, Louis showed up at my door with Liam and Zayn walking behind him.

"Well, hi lads." I yawned, stretching and dropping my arms back down by my side. "Ni's still sleeping so be quiet, and NO breakfast making." I said sternly, looking at Louis coldly, then smiling, relieved to see him laughing it off. "I'm taking you all to breakfast later." I said, reaching for the clean clothes hamper and shoving on my 1973 TOUR shirt and styling my hair with curls instead of styling it up like I have for the past few days. I checked it in the mirror and looked up to a very tired Niall at the top of the stairs. I smiled and looked at his outfit: a pair of high tops, jean shorts, and his 'The Who' shirt with hi phone in hand.

"I heard you're taking us out to breakfast." he said. I heard the other boys snicker behind me. Ni laughed and walked downstairs, kissing my cheek and grabbing a beanie. He high-fived the other boys and tossed me the keys. I caught them before they hit my face. I had to admit, he looked very attractive in a beanie. I wish he wore those more often. Louis and Zayn picked me up by the arms and carried me out the door. I had no idea I was standing there staring into the middle of nowhere. 

"Hey! Put me down!" I laughed. Niall and Liam were taking pictures and videos of the boys carrying me, me laughing my head off. They eventually dropped me, causing me to land with a thud on the grass, then falling over laughing. 

"DOG PILE!" Louis yelled then jumped on top of me, along with the rest of the boys. 

"Oof!""Ey! Watch it there!""I can't breath!" Niall said.

"Dammit! Sorry, Ni I forgot you were down there!" Zayn said, pulling the boys off of a slightly-crushed Niall. He was taking deep breaths. I rubbed his back until he finally calmed down. Phew. That was a close one. Finally, his breathing slowed and became normal. 

We all clambered into the car and drove off to the Table Cafe. We walked inside and ordered, then quickly wolfed down our breakfast and left the waitress a tip and started walking around London, playing in the field a few minutes away, wrestling and playing footie. A couple of fans walked up for our autographs, but other than that, we were left in peace. After a couple hours of footie and an odd game of tag, we walked back to my car and drove back to my flat.

"Eh, Lou, I forgot to ask you, how are you feeling after that hypothermia?" Liam asked once we got back. We all plopped on the couch waiting for Louis' reply. 

"Ya lads, I'm doing fine." he said, shrugging it off like it was nothing. "Let's play Wii!" he said excitedly. We all looked at one another, knowing something was off, then grabbed controllers and played Mario Kart. As usual, Zayn schooled everyone, leaving Louis to scream about how unfair it was. He was definitely pissed about yet another close second. 

"Ya know, maybe we should play something else." Niall said, turning off the console. Louis nodded and threw his controller on the table in front of us. Zayn cleared his throat.

"Um, lads, I have big news." he said, clearly nervous about whatever this 'big news' was. "I am going to ask Perrie to marry me." he said, smiling a little. All of us started cheering.

"Zayn, lad, this is great!" Louis exclaimed.

"Terrific!" I added.

"Name him Craic!" Niall said, laughing about how amazing this was. All of the boys laughed at his comment. [A/N: lol that sucked. anyways...] Zayn chuckled and finally let out a big breath. 

"So, when is Perrie getting a lovely ring?" Liam asked, hands on knees.

"Tomorrow at dinner. It's our anniversary and I thought it'd be nice if I surprised her." Zayn replied casually. He pulled the ring out of his back pocket, making sure it didn't get crushed. "This is the one." he said, holding it out to all of us. Louis took it first, examining it like something from the 13th century, and passed to Liam without making eye-contact. 

"Oh my god!" Liam said, clearly surprised by the magnificent beauty. He passed it to Niall, who looked at it for a second, bobbed his head slightly, and passed it to me. It really was magnificent. I gave it back to Zayn.

"Damn, it's late." Louis said, looking at the clock on the wall. It really was. Our day of fun flew by fast. "C'mon Li, let's get home." he said, taking Liam's hand and intertwining their fingers, walking out the door, calling behind them, "Bye, lads!"

"I best be getting home, too. Perrie's probably worried sick." Zayn said, standing up. "I had fun today." he added, walking towards the door.

"We did, too. Good luck tomorrow!" Niall called. The door shut and Niall fell into my lap. "Uugghhh." he moaned. "I feel awful, seriously. Headache, stomachache, weak. Awful." I felt his forehead.

"You're not warm." I said, looking down into his pearly blues.

"Maybe I just think I'm sick." he said, looking up at me. I brushed away his hair, and picked him up bridal style. 

"My darling can't be sick. I wouldn't be able to take care of him." I cooed, nestling up against him. His warmth hit my skin, and I walked us to my upstairs bedroom. I laid him down and helped him get undressed. I gave him a pair of short-shorts and an old tank of mine. The shorts I gave him were higher than his knees but lower than his hips, kind of in the middle, and the tank was over-sized. I took off my shorts and shirt and crawled into bed in just my briefs. I kissed Niall's forehead before drifting to sleep. The last thing I heard was: 'I'm not actually sick. I just didn't want to walk.' Typical Niall.

A/N: NIALL'S OUTFIT ON THE SIDE. YOU CAN FIND HARRY'S OUTFIT HERE: http://cdn03.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/pictures/2012/10/styles-classic-rock-fan/styles-classic-rock-fan-07.jpg