“Who do you think?” Louis asks, but Niall can see the fond smile he can’t quite hide around his boys hinting at his lips despite his annoyed tone. “Of course he’s brought home a stray.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Zayn tells the dog, from where he’s crouched on the floor with it, petting at its belly until it’s squirming. Niall can sympathize, honestly. “He’ll love you. And you’re not a stray, not anymore.” He looks up at them, smiling hopefully. “Right?”
Niall grins. The dog’s cute, and they’re fine financially for it, and he’s always wanted a dog, and more than that, he knows how much Zayn’s been wanting one. And so does Louis. “’course,” he says, and kneels down next to Zayn to get acquainted.
“Because our family needed more people in it,” Louis huffs, but then he’s on Zayn’s other side, and all three of them are petting their new puppy.