Faking

5

Chapter Five

Warmth. Something I didn't have much. I had grown okay with the fact that it was cold outside on the streets with Lima, and I had been accustomed to the freezer-like basement the bad man kept me in. I was always cold, inside and out. Not once did I question what it would be like to wake up in warmth, but now that I did. I could safely say, it felt amazing.

My eyelids were heavy with sleep as I lifted them to see the two men above me. They were still asleep, snoring softly though my senses could detect it easily. They were sandwiching me, and my head was to lying on Zayns chest. Their faces were inches away from the others, and I smiled at the sweet image. I always had a flair for romance, I found it intriguing in a way. It was amazing to see people sharing their hearts with each other.

The memories in my head replayed as I smiled softly. I liked sleeping with them, though I couldn't tell them that for that would be humiliating, because seriously what eleven year old likes to sleep in the same bed as their guardians? I was pathetic.

I groaned gently as I carefully removed their arms from me. My hands supported my little weight as I hoisted myself up, trying my hardest to be quiet so they wouldn't wake up, and I went to the bathroom that was attached to their room. Once I finished doing my business, I washed my hands as Curly had shown me, and I was getting quite good at it.

Blue was for cold, and red was for hot, but you don't want just one because then it might be too hot or too cold, so I did it in the middle. Then you have to put the soap on and scrub long enough to sing the alphabet and then you rinse and dry and boom.

I glided out of the bathroom and to Ni's room. I liked Niall a lot, and so I wanted to see if he would do something with me. I was very bored, and before I left Curly and Zayn's room I checked the alarm clock, it was only seven! I was hoping that he might have forgotten the whole incident last night because I was pretty embarrassed about it. If he did remember I hoped he wouldn't bring it up to much.

The door creaked open like in horror stories, and I saw the limp body under the covers. It was rising...then falling slowly. I walked over to the bed and climbed on it, shaking the blond under the covers so he'd wake. I heard a groan and could tell that he was stirring. and my theory was confirmed when I saw his baby blue eyes.

His eyes crinkled with a smile as he sat up and rubbed at his face groggily. "Lou? What're you doing in here bud?" His morning voice was deeper than his regular voice, though it was still very Irish.

I looked at him with innocent eyes as I mumbled loud enough for him to hear, "M' bored, and Curly and Zayn are still sleeping."

He smiled at me softly causing an unexpected smile to creep its way onto my lips too. "Well, why don't we...go make breakfast for the other two? Does that sound fun?" I bit my lip, I couldn't cook. Like, at all. I would most likely ruin it, and then Curly and Zayn would be mad.

I frowned slightly and looked at Niall's questioning eyes, "I, um, I can't really...cook..." His smile grew as he laughed warmly, his head tilting back slightly.

"It's alright, I'll teach you ay?" I didn't think of that, and I felt stupid for not. It sounded fun, and so I nodded my head with the new-found excitement and we both got up to go downstairs.

When we got there Niall started grabbing thing's from the cupboards and fridge. "Alright, we're going to make toast, eggs, and sausage. How does that sound Lou?" To be completely honest, I didn't know how to make any of that so I just nodded. I remembered Curly telling me something about putting bread into a cooking machine, and it made it into toast.

Niall walked over to me with a loaf of bread. He grabbed out eight pieces of bread and put them on a plate, then suddenly looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "Alright, so remember when you first got here?" I nodded with a questing look, gesturing for him to continue. "Okay, so Curly told you about the toaster. How it makes toast?" I nodded slowly.