birds // hs

1. Cooking *

aha here is where the story begins, my friends (hence the number one and the chapter names lololol)

It was the next morning around seven when I woke up to the smell of someone cooking, specifically bacon and toast. My stomach rumbled.

I quickly washed my face and jogged down the stairs, where I found Niall and Harry making a complete mess of my kitchen. There were dishes stacked a mile in the air, broken eggs littering the counter, and one of the windows was wide open to vent the smoke from a steaming skillet with an egg crusted onto it.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Niall grinned, offering me a piece of bacon. I smiled as I took it and sat down, watching them do what they called cooking. Even though I was supposed to be hating (and loathing) him, I found that my eyes always wandered back to Harry's broad shoulders and muscular back. His skin was so tan and smooth and his tattoos were turning me on beyond belief, I just wanted to touch them all. My skin was crawling to feel his hands on me, as wrong as it was.

"You're staring," Harry grinned, shooting me a look over his shoulder. "I can feel it."

He was older, so much older, and I shouldn't have even been having those thoughts about him. Some of my teachers were his age but I didn't have these thoughts about them for a good reason. It was wrong.

"Are you working today?" I asked Niall as he sank into the chair across from me.

"Yeah, I have the last shift," he rolled his eyes. "I'll be on the beach until like ten."

"Well that sucks."

"Don't look too smug, I'm sure Haz will schedule you for one soon."

Harry snorted. "Probably not. Our sweet little angel isn't experienced enough yet."

"Do not call me that," I scowled, flicking his arm.

"As you wish, baby girl."

I rolled my eyes and got up, carefully setting my plate atop the monument of plates accumulated in the sink as Niall chortled to himself.

"What about you, are you scheduled for today?"

"Nope, my only day off all week."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothin."

I looked back at him and found Harry's eyes already on me, and Niall's eyes on Harry. Harry's were burning with something I couldn't quite decipher but it made my legs turn to jelly and when he smirked, I nearly hit the floor.

"Uh, I'll just be going then," Niall muttered. He stood up and gave me a pat on the shoulder then left, saying that I should call him if I needed to. I agreed.

*Harry's POV*

Damn her. Damn those little sleep shorts that showed off her tan legs and the tiniest bit of her ass, enough to have me clawing at the table. My hands were just itching to be wrapped around that skin, so smooth and perfectly untouched.

And I had been doing so well before she got here, I had promised myself that this summer would be different. I had sworn to only see girls older than twenty one. Well shit, looks like that's out the window.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" She sighed, pushing her long hair behind her back. Images flashed through my mind, images of that hair wrapped around my fist, keeping her head back so I could hear her scream my name as I-

"I'm talking to you, you know," she snapped, flicking my arm. Any other girl that did that would have been bent over the table in a second, feeling my hand come down on their backside until they promised not to do it again.