It had officially been over two months since Killian 'kidnapped' me and brought me here.

And nearly a week since the pregnancy disagreement Heidi and Kian both had, and since then. They haven't talked.

Heidi's been taking it alright with a few minor breakdowns here and there but all in all she was going fine with her pregnancy, already having had her first two appointments last week.

And currently we were sat at the table for our lunch, with the whole table full, including Mike, Nicole, Kian who sat far away from Heidi, Killian who sat next to me, Luca who also sat next to me, mum and dad.

"Let's talk about our birthday party." Heidi breaks the silence in a cheerful voice, popping a grape in her mouth.

"Oh about that." Dad clears his throat, putting his fork down as he glances at Heidi with a nervous smile.

"We need some more time, so is it okay for the party to be moved to the 14th on Killian's birthday?" He scratches the nape of his neck.

"I mean it would make sense for the guests on Killian's side to actually come on the real date of Killian's birthday since the setup plan he has on most of them have to be realistic and–"

Heidi clears her throats cutting dad off. "I get it." She mutters, her voice laced with disappointment, and her smile faltered.

"Thanks, sweetie." Dad responds, awkwardly as he then picks up his fork and begins to eat again.

I glance at Kian, immediately catching his gaze and glare at him, sticking my tongue out.

He makes a face in response, rolling his eyes as he looks down at his plate.

A few minutes of silence breaks, when Nicole pipes up.

"Don't worry about it, babe." We all direct our gazes to her to see her smiling softly at Heidi. She had on a tight black tank top that showed half of her breasts, her lips were painted light pink and her hair tied up in a messy bun.

I whip my head over to Killian, and blow out a breath when I see him break a piece of his pancake with his two fingers, his gaze glued down on his phone which was in-between his legs.

I lean down to see what he's watching. Oh, I didn't know he was a fan of football.

"You'll still be the centre of attention. Killian will be on the top floor of the venue anyway." Her gaze turning to me, as she gives me a smirk. "With me, Mike and a few others."

"I don't mind." Heidi shrugs, giving her a smile back.

"You got your dress ready?" Nicole then asks, breaking a piece of her pancake with her fork and posh-ly popping it into her mouth.

"No not yet. But dad said I can spend as much as I want on it." Heidi grins and I roll my eyes. Typical.

"Me neither. And I don't think the boys got their suits yet either." She chuckles, her gaze dropping on Killian as she begins to perv on him.

"Hey, why don't we all go out to the mall today?" Heidi then asks, excitedly and I groan internally.

"Yes!" Nicole nods, glancing at Mike and Kian who both agree.

I glance at Luca who was busy finishing his food. "I have to go and arrange some things." Luca says and my face falls.

"That's okay." Nicole nods. "How about you Killian?" She turns her head to him again, biting her lip, seductively.

I glance at Killian who was busy cleaning his hands on the tissue, his gaze focused on the football.

"What, right now?" His voice comes out groggy and dull and he clears his throat.

"After we've eaten." She shrugs, her gaze turning to me. "Oh yeah you'll be needing a dress too." She chuckles and I glare at her. "What size are you?"

"None of your–"

"She's a four." Heidi blurts, and my nostrils flare as I whip my head towards her. "UK size."

Nicole lets out a whistle. "So a zero in America."

A zero? I didn't think there was such a size..

I look away from her manipulating gaze as I begin to eat my pancake.

"No offence or anything, but I don't think you'll find a cute dress in that size." She chuckles and I grit my teeth.

"But maybe we can try the kids section." She continues and I hear a few snickers around the table causing a blush to creep up my cheeks.

I feel a hand land on my thigh and I turn my hand to Killian, as he begins to caress me, turning my insides into mush. I gulp, as I begin to squirm in my seat.

"Nah, I think there'll be plenty for her." Heidi intervenes.

"Whatever." Nicole shrugs as she finishes off her food.

"Mr and Mrs Brooks, will you guys be joining us?" She questions them.

"We'll be happy to." Mum responds softly and I groan.

Great. Everyone's coming.

"That's settled." Nicole grins, lifting herself up. "Everyone meet up in the car when you're done. Let's get going."

She wanders out, and then Mike, Kian, Heidi mum and dad follow her.

"Where are you going?" I turn to Luca who begins to stand up.

"I'm leaving the city in a while."he says and I frown, as he switches his phone off. "But I'll see you at the party, yeah?" He gives me a soft smile.

I nod in response, and he pecks my forehead then leaves the kitchen.

I feel a hand cup my jaw, snapping me out of my thoughts as Killian pulls me closer to him. "You alright?" He asks as my eyes meet his intense blue gaze, tucking a strand of hair under my ear as I nod my head.

"Are you going?" My voice comes out squeaky and I blush, clearing my throat.

His lips twitch up and he shrugs. "If you want to."

"Um.." even though I didn't, I wasn't going to be selfish so I nod. "Yeah."

"Alright." He nods, his thumb brushing along my bottom lip, leaving a tingly sensation as he parts my lips, leaning and capturing my lips with his. A few moans escape my lips as we kiss for a few minutes, his mouth tasting like pancakes and syrup.

I pull away when it becomes too intense, both of us breathing heavily.

"I'm getting better." My gaze drops to his pink swollen lips, my fingers moving towards the ring on his bottom lip as I begin to play with it.

"At what? Kissing?" His hands land on my thighs.

"Yes. I'm so great at it now."

He chuckles in response. "Practice does it." He pulls my hand from his lip, as he leans down and pecks my lips again. I slide my hands up to his neck. Staring at his lips again, I lean up and brush my lips against his and he groans. "I told you not to do that."

"I like to." I lick my lips. "Feels nice." I run my fingers up to his jaw, running it along and feeling the slight stubble that prickles me.

He grunts in response. I open my mouth but gasp when he slams his lips on mine hard. My eyes widen when his tongue slips into my mouth and I can't help to moan at how good it felt. His hands moves down to my sides, as he runs it up and down kissing me some more before trailing his lips to my jaw.

We hear a loud honk outside, and he groans again, moving his lips to my ear as he pecks my lobe and I hold back a moan. "Fuck." He groans into my ear before pulling away. "You don't know what you do to me, love." His voice comes out husky, as I glance up at lustful eyes and I gulp.

"M-Maybe we should go now." My voice comes out shaky and I clear my throat. He smirks in response.

"You're so hot when you blush."

~~~~~

We arrived at the mall twenty minutes later and I hate to say I still felt hot all over. Especially my face.

I decided to stay away from Killian for a while to cool off, so I stood side by side with Heidi who couldn't stop staring at my face. While Killian was a little ahead of us walking with Kian and Mike.

"Did you have the hottest make out–"

"Fuck off!" I immediately snap out at Heidi who sniggered in response.

"Oh come on, it's too obvious. Besides you took forever inside. I was wondering if you guys were doing something else instead, if you know what I mean." She winks.

"I'm not you." I glare at her and she giggles again.

"It's natural you know, but–"

"No!"

"Fine!"

I huff in response, crossing my arms.

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" She says in a teasing voice after a moment and I whip my head to her in disbelief.

"Oh come on. I'm your sister. You–"

"Let's start here." Nicole's voice cuts her off. Finally.

All seven of us. Then enter the store.

The shop is dead quiet, as we stop at the entrance. A few people glanced at us and I hear a few whispers.

"Oh my god they're so cute together!"

I glance at who they were talking about and see them pointing at Killian and Nicole. A scowl forming on my face.

"Couple goals!" I hear another person say and I glance around then back at Killian, my face falling.

Ugh. I need to stop being so jealous!

I clear my throat, composing myself.

"They could be models together."

My face falls again as I glance back at Nicole and Killian. They did look like that. Couples. Their heights fit perfectly, while I was just... Too short for him. I was the shortest here obviously, and I guess I can agree that I also look way beyond my age cuz of it. But I can't help it, can I? So I know what the strangers would think, I mean I barely reach Killian's chest. Sigh.

I look at Nicole as she chats him up, being friendly to him as I begin to surround myself with thoughts.

I guess it was wrong of me to tell Killian not to be friends with her. Selfish. She was nice. Just not to me.

I just need to be confident with myself and not be weak like I always be.

I take a deep breath, pushing my hair back as I begin to compose myself again.

I mean. It's not like it's my fault for being sensitive. It's just the way my body deals with things. Which.. makes me a crybaby. But so what? Killian doesn't mind it. And neither do I.

"You done talking to yourself?"

I whip my head up, my eyes meeting with Killian's blue ones. An amused look shown across his face.

I look around to see the rest already disappeared. And turn back to him, giving him a sheepish smile.

"Do you want me to help you find clothes?" I ask, and he raises a brow.

"Shouldn't you be looking for a dress?" He crosses his arms.

"No, I can help you first." I reach for his hand, entwining our fingers together, loving how good it felt.

~~~

"Here." She dunks a whole bunch of stuff into the basket. Before disappearing between the racks again.

I look down at the basket letting out a whistle. Holy shit. We've been here twenty minutes and she's picked up so much already.

I glance at her to see her face and arms literally stuffed in the clothing racks, searching for more useless things. She picks up something and I watch as her eyes light up, and she walks towards me her eyes glued to the maroon shirt.

"Killian, look!" She lifts her gaze up. "Half price for only six dollars!" She squeals, clasping her small hand around mine.

"Come with me." She begins to drag me somewhere.

My eyes land on the men's only changing room, and I narrow my eyes when she leads me right through it, pushing both of us through the curtain.

She shoves the maroon button up shirt into my hand, looking at me with excitement.

"Oh, wow." I eye the shirt up.

"Do you like it?"

"Eh, looks decent." I shrug.

"No." She takes the shirt, pulling the hanger off. "No. It looks really good. It's your size, try it on." She hands it back to me, and I puff up my cheeks, before taking it, sitting down on the cushioned seat behind me. Here we go.

My eyes stay glued on Layla, as I begin to unbutton my shirt. She dunks the basket onto the seat next to me, her gaze running through the clothings with excitement.

She then lifts up a round black hat with a silver strap around it.

She comes in-between my legs, smiling at me before lifting her arms up and placing the hat on top of my head, while my hands land onto her hips.

I hear her breath hitch. As she takes in my appearance. Her eyes widening.

I roll my eyes in response. Here comes the drama.

"Y-You look like a popstar!" She exclaims, tipping the hat up slightly, as she runs her fingers through my hair, raking it down and sidewards.

"We're so buying this." Her voice shakes with excitement and I scoff.

"I'm really not a hat person, love." I grimace glancing side at the mirror.

"No, no you have to get it!" She pleads, as she continues to do my hair.

"It's on sale, half price for three dollars as well."

I sigh loudly.

She was one of those type of people.

"Please. You look so handsome, like a model." She begins to pull off my unbuttoned shirt, and I roll my eyes at the look on her face.

"You sound like you're going to faint, it's just a hat for Christ's sake."

"Please get it." She pouts, and I roll my eyes at her exaggeration.

"Fine." I mutter and she squeals, taking the hat that made me look like a wanker, and tossing it into the basket. Whatever makes her happy.

She continues to pull the shirt off my arm, her fingers brushing against my skin. I groan. "Here, I'll do it." I gently remove her hands, as I swiftly pull the shirt off my arms. Dropping it to the floor and then looking back at her, catching her big eyes wandering over my chest.

My lips lift up in a smirk. "You likey?" I tease.

She shrugs, her cheeks turning red, as she glances away and turning to the bunch.

"Um. I got this." She lifts up a batman pajama suit. "It was for twenty dollars now it's eight dollars, what a bargain!"

I make a look of distaste as I look at the tag which read Size M.

"It's not my size love." I tell her and she looks at the tag, tucking a strand of hair under her ear.

"It'll fit." She says, looking down at the outfit again. "Look at this." She points at the yellow batman logo that's printed in the middle of the tank shirt. "So cool. It would look so good on you." She hugs the tank, before hanging it on her arm.

"Try that properly." She grumbled, tugging on the maroon shirt that I managed to just put my arms through. "Size L so it should fit." She half buttons the shirt, pressing the top bit together.

"Wonderful." She smiles, showcasing her dimples.

She unbuttons the shirt, pulling it off and throwing it into the basket.

"Now try this." She hands the batman tank top to me.

I stretch my lips, scrunching my nose. "Id rather sleep with no shirt."

She completely ignored me as she pressed the tank to my chest, tilting her head as she looks at how it looks on me. Giving a satisfied smile as she chucks it and the pajama bottom into the basket.

She leans against my thigh, as she reaches for something else and I throw my head back, releasing a groan.

This is going to go on forever.

~~~~

It had been almost an hour since Layla dragged me into this changing room. And now she was sat on my lap, running her hands against her face, tiredly.

My phone begins to ring and I clear my throat, before answering the call.

"Hello?" I put the phone to my ear.

"Killian, where are you? We've been waiting for ages." Nicole's voice enters my ears.

"I'll be out in a while." I respond, as I wrap my arms around Layla's waist, pulling her close and placing a kiss on her temple.

"Hurry up. None of us have picked our dresses yet. So we need to get going before the shops close."

I let out a small scoff. Typical.

"Alright, be there in a minute." I then hang up, slipping the phone into my pocket. I then glance down at Layla who was pushing her messy hair back.

"You can try these at home." She points at the small pile of stuff next to me, before leaning forward, grabbing them and chucking them into the basket.

"Alright." I run my fingers through her messy tangled hair. "Let's get going." I peck her cheek and she nods getting off my lap.

"Oh!" She turns back to me, as she stood in-between my legs.

"I have a perfect idea for your party outfit." She gives me a wide grin, her eyes filling up with excitement.

"What do you have in mind?" I sigh with a small, placing my hands around her lower back.

"Well. I was thinking you should wear a completely black button up shirt. And a black blazer and in the top pocket of your blazer you could get like a silver metallic napkin thingy to put it in." She puts her fingers into my pocket, gesturing it. "Like those models do on magazines. And the tie can be silver metallic as well." She points at my tie. "Normal black trousers for your legs and some black shoes. And maybe you could get a black belt with a silver buckle or something like that." She finishes, her glowing eyes meeting mine, expectantly.

I think about what she said and nod my head. "Sounds good to me."

She blushes in response. "I can help you look for it now. And if you want you can.." she bends down to the basket and fishes out the silver strapped hat. "You can wear this too."

I make a face. "Yeah, I think I'll give that a pass, love." I tell her and she frowns but shrugs. "Okay." She says, as she tossed it back in the basket, heading over to the curtain.

"Why don't you start looking for a dress now?" I question, as I get onto my feet, stretching slightly as I pick up the basket.

She turns to me her lips twisting up as she thinks about. Then she shakes her head, her hair falling onto her shoulders. "I'll help you first."

I roll my eyes in response. "Let's go then."

"Let's hold hands." She comes over to me, grabbing my hand and entwining our fingers together. She gives me a cute smile as she leads me out through the curtains.

Before we can exit the changing rooms, a man stops in front of us. Oh shit.

His face was set hard, some wrinkles across his face and his head balding. He had a security uniform on, a Walkie talkie attached to his shirt.

"You do realise this is a men's only changing room." He snaps harshly his gaze flickering down to Layla before he sends the glare back at me.

"Not only have you violated our rule you've also shared the same room. Which can be reported and considered pedoph–"

"Hey don't talk to him like that." Layla stands in front of me, crossing her arms, defensively. "It's me who broke the rule not him. And you shouldn't have a dirty mind about this. We are not pedophiles!" She huffs.

"Even so. It shouldn't of happened. And for that I will be keeping both of you on my radar for the next time you visit. We have set these rules for a reason of safety and protection, and they should be taken very seriously." The man purses his lips.

"I agree. Sorry for the trouble now let's go Layla." I say dryly, grabbing her hand, and dragging her away.

"Jokes on him because we're not coming back." She snickers and I roll my eyes as we stop at the till. I put the basket onto the desk. As the lady who greets us begins to scan the items.

"That'll be forty dollars and fifty cents, please." She says, as she begins to put the stuff into carrier bags.

"What a bargain!" I hear Layla's voice next to me as I fish out the money, handing it to the lady.

I pick up the three bags, as Layla comes forward picking up the one remaining.

We both head to the exit and once we leave, Nicole immediately rushes over to us. "Hey guys you took forever in there!" She exclaims, letting out a sigh.