Everyone's got a dark side

Im not her

***Ronnies POV***

I had just woken up and when I went over to my suitcase I notice none of my things were in it. What the hell happened?

"Oh I uhm. I unpacked for you. I was bored and.... Yeah" Harry said. I was a bit startled to find him in my room but I'd rather not question him.

"Well thank you? Anyway did you stay here all night?" I ask.

"No I went home and returned here earlier. Liam told me to wake you up for breakfast but you woke up before I did it." He said.

"Oh okay tell him I'll be down in a few minutes." I say.

He left without a trace he just vanished into thin air. I shrugged it off and I started to put my red hair up. People say I look just like Ariana Grande because of my red hair and big brown eyes and shortness. I do kinda see it. I would say we look similar. It's actually scary how much we look alike. I walk down the street and people ask for autographs! But I'm thinking about changing my hair color.

I always hated eating meals with my hair down. My hair would get food on it and especially during breakfast was the worst because of the syrup I put on my pancakes. It made my hair harden and get split ends.

I put a jacket on because the house wasn't only creepy but it gave you chills. Literally. Probably because it's quite old and needs a renovation. It was very cold and scary. And the old photographs on the wall made it even more frightening. There was technically pictures of dead people on the old wall which was really wearing out.

I walked down the dark staircase making loud creaks and fearing I would break them and fall 20 feet down to the basement. Seriously though when was this house built? I saw Ave and Liam sitting down almost finishing they're breakfast.

Ok this is weird the pan on the stove was moving on its own and so was the spatula. It was making pancakes.

Liam noticed my confused expression and looked over to what I was staring at.

"Oh Harry's making breakfast." Liam said with his mouth full of pancakes and syrup.

Then I saw Harry. He turned visible. Wow this is like the first time I've ever seen a guy wearing an apron.

"I see that." I say once he finally turned visible. I was never a believer of ghost or a believer in anything to be honest. So this might be just a bit too much for me.

"What? Never seen a man cook?" He asked.

"Surprisingly no." I say.

"Well I surprisingly do!" He said mocking my tone when I said 'surprisingly'.

"Shut up." I say playfully.

"So what will you like Mrs. Parker?" Harry asked.

"Pancakes." I say.

"Oh I'm almost done with them. They were for me but I guess you can have them." He said with a smile. His dimples are huge. He placed three pancakes on a plate and handed them to me.

I put everything on it. Harry then took off his apron and went over to the stereo and I was surprised hear 50's music.

***Harrys POV***

Ah yes. My kind of music. I was doing a little dance to it and Liam and Ave laughed. Ronnie just stood there almost judging me. For some odd reason I had a very bad vibe, well actually not bad but one that was different. Hasn't she heard of my music and my little dance? Of course not. She's a 20th century girl. I hate them so much.

'I hate my parents for not getting me a new iPhone5!'

'Why can't I go out and have fun?!'

'I can lose my virginity whenever I want'