#p:zoe

Natalia’s mother always taught her things she thought would be good use in later life. Things like; never let them leave you, you leave first, and when in doubt there is nothing a good bubble bath and tunes can’t fix. Cranking up her record the small apartment filled with sounds of Shaggy it wasn’t me while running bath water with colored bubbled filled the tub in the back room. Singing the chorus Natalia stripped and slid into the bubbles her skin warming with the contanct. Already she could feel her worries melting away with bath bombs and bubbles. Her head sinking lower into the tub Natalia slipped into a bath day dream the water spilling over the edge onto the floor. A mess she barely noticed until rapid knocking broke her from her haze. “Damnit-: She muttered forgetting the water entirely Natalia wrapped a towel around her waist  and stomped soaking wet towards the front door. Swinging it open She dropped her hip looking up at down at the shadow in her door way. “You interrupted Shaggy.” 

"Allez princesse, on est arrivés !" lance Harry en souriant dans le rétroviseur vers la petite assise à l'arrière, dans le siège pour enfant. Le brun coupe le moteur et détache sa ceinture avant de venir s'occuper d'Usha et de la faire sortir de la voiture. "Tu es contente de voir Liam et Zoé?" "Ouiiiiii." Harry s'arrête un instant et sourit vers la petite, parfois il a du mal encore à se rendre compte de la chance qu'il a. Il finit quand même par se remettre en chemin, parce qu'il est bientôt 16h et Usha veut prendre son goûter, il sait qu'elle est très à l'heure sur ce genre de choses... Harry finit par toquer à la porte et Zoé ouvre au bout de quelques secondes, un grand sourire aux lèvres en voyant Usha et elle la prend aussitôt par la main. "Salut Haz, ça va ? Hum, Liam est... Liam... Tu devrais l'attendre ici, il va arriver." Usha est déjà partie en quête de cookies et de bananes, peut-être même d'un verre de lait. Harry hausse un sourcil vers Zoé, elle est un peu étrange, et il ne sait pas quoi en penser. Est-ce-que Liam va arriver avec des banderoles ou des trucs comme ça? Est-ce-qu'il doit avoir peur? Il entend une exclamation et reconnait la voix d'Usha. "Princesse?" Il demande en la cherchant dans la maison. "Ush-" "Parraaaaaain." Harry s'arrête net dans l'entrée du salon alors que Usha grimpe déjà sur le canapé pour se jeter sur Louis et le brun ne sait pas quoi faire. Il recule d'un pas en jetant un coup d'oeil dans le couloir, cherchant Liam du regard.

Ronan had spent the majority of his day in an unusual way. Instead of his usual bounding around the house and entertaining himself in an array of ways, he'd decided to play it smart and actually sleep. It had only been for about four hours, but Ronan really didn't want to be tired tonight. Not that he would be, but he couldn't risk that. Tonight was the movie night with Zoe, and any chance to not stuff that up, Ronan would take. So he slept when he could and tried not to focus on the strange little butterflies when he couldn't.

By the time he'd made it to Zoe's apartment, his heart may have been in his throat, but Ronan had cherry pie. No matter what happened tonight, he had pie for Zoe. That could possibly smooth out his rough patches and smooth over their night if it went awry. Knocking on her door quickly, Ronan fixed up his hat and tried not to fidget more than necessary. Things would be okay- he knew that. It was kind of easy to spend time with Zoe; she found his odd quirks interesting in a good way, and she hadn't once given him a sign that she disliked him. In fact, it was quite the opposite. His lips still tingled when he thought of all the kissing they'd been doing, and Ronan would be lying if he said he wasn't hoping there would be more tonight. But then Zoe was at the door and Ronan couldn't help the smile gracing his face, she was so beautiful and they were going to have an awesome movie night. "I brought your pie."

He drove carefully through town, taking in the sights of the buildings and people milling about. It seemed like a pretty average life here, but he knew if you looked closer, there was nothing average to be found. The rumble that Zoe had said was once a “cute little diner” was still smoking as he passed by it and he was glad she had been nowhere near it when the attack had happened.  He pulled up the the address she had given him and shut the car off, sitting quietly for a moment as he let it all catch up to him. He wondered if Grace was home, if she had missed him, if she had gotten to know Eli like Zoe had wanted. He hated the fact that she had met him at all, but he knew how perfect it felt to be with his soul mate, and he would never keep the young girl from a chance at happiness.