Zayn’s P.O.V.:
I have a little time before going to the studio so I’ll see Luz, alone, to ask her if she’s ok. I want to make sure she feels ok. I stop in front of her house, watching around me before ringing the bell. We come here and for the moment, paparazzi don’t notice us, I just wait for that moment, to read the shit they’ll write. They always talk shit about us. Only God knows why they need to destroy everything. She opens to me. “Hi” I say. “Hi” She answers leaving me in the front door and going to the kitchen. I stay there. “Zayn? You enter or you stay there like a loony?” She asks from the kitchen. I laugh and enter, closing the door behind me. “You feel ok?” I ask her sitting on a stool. “Yeah… Why?” She asks, mixing something in a bowl. “Hum… Just asking… What are you doing?” I ask her. “Cupcakes.” She answers. “You’re the best cupcake cook on Earth.” I tell her reminding of her in our old kitchen. “Don’t ever say something like that in front of Harry. He’ll want to bet and force me to cook with him, to see who the best is.” She says smiling. She would have laugh if I had told her that one year ago. But things are different now.
“What are you really doing here Zayn?” She asks.
“I just wanted to check on you. If you’re ok…” I answer, smiling shyly. I just wanted to see you. Just to see you, nothing else.
“Oh… You shouldn’t… Medias will talk a lot if you come here alone.” She answers frowning.
“I don’t care. Except if you don’t want me to come.” I say.
“Oh… No… I’m glad to see you here.” She says looking at me, straight in the eyes. Her big talent of taking my breath away. Always looking into my eyes. I stay with her a moment. Helping her with the cupcakes. They’re kind of well-made at the end. I got to go the studio. “I got to go. Call you later?” I ask her. “If you have something to say about my cupcakes or a dying cat or whatever, call me Zayn.” She answers smiling. I laugh and go to my car.
It was not a long moment. But it was perfect. Just me and her. No problems between us. I’m happy to have gone to see her. I just wanted to see her a moment. I know that I can’t do anything. I can’t just leave Perrie and go back with her like that. That’s not normal. And who said she wants me back. I’m happy though. I send her a text. “Can we come after the studio with the boys? For the cupcakes?” She answers me yes. I would prefer to go alone but, she’s right for the paparazzi. They’ll find some shitty stuff to say. As they always do. And plus, she’ll be happy to see the boys.

Louis’s P.O.V.:
Zayn wants us to go to Luz’s, she made cupcakes. He says that her cupcakes are just yummy, I think we will have to decide about that, Harry’s cupcakes are great too. We arrive in front of the house, there are many cars there. Paparazzi. Here they are. They won’t leave her alone for a moment. I think that one of the neighbours called them or it’s one of her friends. We find a way through the paparazzi and enter in the house.
“I’m busted. Fuck. This neighbourhood was a cute place to live” I hear Luz mumbling.
“That’s mean you’ll move from here?” Zayn asks her. She nods and enters to the kitchen, we follow her.
“I don’t think I’ll sleep here tonight. What if they try to enter?” She says shaking her head. She grabs a cupcake on the table and bites it.
“Where will you go?” Zayn asks full of concern.
“I’ve this flat in a London building. Not far from Harry and Louis’s place, if you guys didn’t move from there.” She says looking at me.
“No, we still there” I answer. I take one of her cupcakes and eat it. “Mmmmh! They’re damn good!” I exclaim.
“Not that good mate!” Harry says, frowning. He goes just next to Luz and takes a cupcake. He slowly eats it like he was testing wine. We’re all staring at him, typical Harry, no one can cook better cupcakes than Harry. He closes his eyes, clearly thinking. Luz’s starts to giggle and blushing because she’s maintaining her giggles.
“Haz! Just tell us what you’re thinking about those pastries.” Zayn says laughing.
“Ok. I admit. They’re damn good.” He says shrugging and grabbing another cupcake.
“Let me judge that mate!” Niall says swallowing a piece of cupcake. We don’t even notice when he has taken it. “Wow! Luz! I want you to make other ones just for me!” He exclaims. She lets a giggle escape from her body.
“Are they better than yours Haz?” She asks.
“Don’t talk rubbish love, not that good.” He says smiling.
“Obviously” She answers, rolling her eyes playfully and laughing. “Guys, I’m going to my room, got to take some clothes and stuff before leaving, since those dear paparazzi decided to settle themselves in front of my house. You help me?” She says, already walking toward the stairs.
She takes a lot of stuff. “You girls have too many things.” I complain. She giggles and grab only-God-knows-what-it-is and put it in a suitcase. We’re all looking at her without moving. “Dudes! Help!” She says looking at us. “What do you want us to help you with?! I agree to take your bras.” I say laughing. “NO! I actually can do that by myself.” She says laughing and closing a suitcase. “Well, you can… Bring the suitcases downstairs.” She says. Niall grabs them and walk out the room. We all start to take her stuff and after 1 long hour, we have finished. “I loved that house.” She says grumbling. “Well, you guys should go before me” She tells us. “You’re sure?” I ask her. “Yep, I’m sure Lou. Maybe they’ll follow you.” She says looking at the paparazzi through the window. At the second, hundreds of camera flashes start. She blinks a little. “You’ll turn me blind bitches” She says, annoyed. We laugh at that and go out. “Join you there!” Zayn says following us. “K!” She answers. We leave for her London apartment.

Notes

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