When Worlds Collide

Chapter Nine

Happy Christmas!!! Pushed myself to be done now.. hope this chapter is good ;P Aaand Have happy holidays!!!!!

Chapter Nine 

I wake up, feeling like I've slept for days. I never noticed how comfortable this couch is… I babble in my head as I try to rub the sleep out of my eyes. Key word being try, as I soon notice a weight on my chest… and legs… and arms.

Confused, I take the effort to lift up my head to a shocking sight. I see Liam has replaced my blanket with himself sometime in the night. He's hugging me around my waist, taking captive both of my arms, his head is lying on my chest, and our legs are tangled. Suppressing a yawn, I try not to wake him.

Turning my head at an odd angle, I see its 9:25 am. And the others aren’t up yet?

 Deciding that I deserve more sleep, and Liam is surprisingly comfortable, I close my eyes again. A little while later, though, my lovely slumber is interrupted by the banging of cupboard doors and such from the kitchen area. Slightly annoyed, I open my eyes and glare over Liam's head, not quite able to glare towards the kitchen without moving Liam off me.

“People are trying to sleep!” Liam mumbles, snuggling closer to me.

“Louis?” someone asks, and the banging stops.

“Uh… yeah, could you try to keep it down? I don’t wanna wake up yet…” I grunt; my voice still thick with sleep. I clear my throat and the shaking of my chest wakes Liam. His eyes open in slits at first, then they widen when he focuses on the fact that he's lying on a person. He bites his lips and looks up at my face, probably worried for my reaction to waking up to find another man using me as a mattress.

“Good morning, Lou,” he says, letting out a yawn. He blinks rapidly, and I chuckle.

“Morning, Li,” I smile warmly, and he smiles back before letting his head fall back to my chest. “Am I too heavy?”

“No, you're actually fairly light,” and I'm very comfortable with his weight on me.

“Hey Lou, you want some-” someone appears over the couch, smiling down on us. It’s Andy, holding a pan. “-food?”

“Uh… you can cook?” I ask; a little surprised at this. I mean, sure, he's like over 20, but he just doesn’t strike me as one who cooks…

“Yea, and I'm pretty good if I do say so myself,” he smiles, walking away. I look down at Liam, whose head is still resting on my chest.

“How about you, Li? Hungry?”

“Mmmrgh…” he mumbles, sighing. I raise an eyebrow and ruffle his hair.

“Well, I'm hungry, so I'm gonna move,” he stays still. “So you're gonna move,” nothing. “So I can move,” he just moans and clutches onto my shirt.

“Comfy...” he whines, making me smile. I really am hungry, so I move out from under him, leaving him bunched up on the couch. I lay my blanket, it ended up on the floor, on him then I make my way to the kitchen.

Andy's standing at the stove, wearing his usual black attire, though he managed to find a pink chef hat and apron. I bark out a laugh, and laugh even harder when he turns around, letting me view the ‘Kiss the cook!’ writing in pink letters on the apron.

“What?” he raises an eyebrow in mock-seriousness. I just continue laughing as I take a seat at the table.

“Mind if I take a picture?” I ask, taking my phone out of my pocket. He’s making a funny ‘duck face’ pose with his hands on his hips, one hand holding a spatula. “This is definitely going on twitter…” as I say this Zayn walks in, but he stops at the door as he stares at Andy. His face is passive, and I worry for a quick moment that he dislikes Andy, but that worry is soon washed away when he bends over laughing. Andy just smiles somewhat sheepishly and turns back to the stove.