Rooming With The Band - L.R.H

3• Freshly Served Poison

a/n: i'm sorry this is bad again but ig i'm committed now >_<

Charlie really wanted to make a great first impression on her first night. She hadn't properly spoke to the other boys yet, she had only really talked with Luke. So far, they were really kind and she couldn't wait to get to know them better. She didn't know how she was supposed to cope with these boys. They looked even better in person, and that seemed impossible.

Charlie was never a good cook. Don't get her wrong, she's tried. She really has. Every Monday and Thursday, she'd cook her parents a meal. And every Tuesday and Friday, her parents ended up with food poisoning - they didn't tell Charlie that though. Instead, they'd lie and say Tuesday's and Friday's were days meant to be spent in bed but in reality, they had their heads stuck in their toilet bowl.

She was still deciding what to cook. Does she go all out or does she stick to simple? She went with the latter and decided to make them some pasta with her own homemade sauce. Not that she'd attempted the sauce before, she literally got it off the internet ten minutes before so it wasn't really homemade.

She had the list at the ready, there wasn't really much to it. She boiled the pasta and left that to cook and got to work on the sauce. Charlie grabbed the finely chopped tinned tomatoes and poured them into a saucepan. She added a mixture of herbs - cumin, turmeric, paprika, at this point not even God knew. She stirred and stirred until it looked smooth. With a smile on her face, she headed up stairs to get changed.

a/n: i literally forgot how to spell saucepan. i kept writing "sospan" because im welsh and i was so confused when it said i spelt it wrong.

One Charlie was not was fashionable. The girl had a horrible fashion sense. Nothing she owned matched and nothing she owned looked nice. She scrummaged through her closest, passing t-shirts, crop-tops, jeans until she landed on a nice pretty dress. It was just a simple black one, reaching to her mid-thighs and was a short sleeve.

She paired it with her favourite black converse. Charlie decided not to do her hair, knowing it was naturally straight. She did, however, put on some mascara and clear lipgloss. Once she had done that, she headed back into the kitchen to check on the food. When she got there, the pasta was sizzling and bubbling.

She yelped and ran to the stove, immediately pulling the pasta off the hob. It looked fine? She didn't bother tasting it as she plated it up. She poured the sauce over the pasta and then she was done. Heading to Luke's room, she knocked the door twice and waited for him to answer. When he did, she had to stop herself from smiling. He was a God.

"Food's ready," she explained, motioning for him to follow her, "can you call the guys? I'm still a bit nervous," she mumbled the last part, scratching the back of her neck nervously.

"Of course. There's no need to be nervous around us, Charlie. We don't bite," he teased, nudging her arm.

Just as he said that, Calum stepped out of his room and joined them. "That is unless you want us to, darling."

Charlie choked on her air as she turned to face the kiwi boy. Luke scolded him as the other boy laughed, not seeing anything wrong with his little joke.

"Sorry babe, didn't realise Luke had already claimed you," he smirked, swinging his arm over Charlie's shoulder. Luke rolled his eyes and headed to the dining room.

"He hasn't claimed me. We're friends," Charlie laughed, shrugging Calum's arm off. He tried to hide the annoyance on his face when she rejected him. He wasn't very used to that.