The mess in the kitchen is humongous. Everything is covered in white powder, which I'm guessing is flour... hopefully. There's eggs covering the boys, and the area around them. It appears they were trying to bake themselves, and the kitchen!
Not being able to keep a straight face anymore, I crumple into a fit of giggles. The boys looking at me funny, as I lye on the floor clutching my stomach tears streaming down my face, as I laugh like a mad man.
"You alright? Not gonna kill anyone?" Niall questions. His eyebrows scrunching up, and his eyes look to the side, as his lip rises a bit on the right side.
"Yah-Yah!" I gasp. Trying to catch my breath, as my laughter dies down.
"Okay. Well we'll be..." Harry starts to say. Trying to run away, before he had to clean.
"No way! Don't even try it buddy!" I exclaim. Standing up, and blocking the door way.
"Yes ma'am. Yes!" The two messy boys in front of me salute.
"Well. What are you waiting for!" I shout. The exasperation in my voice, sticking out like a weed in a flower bed.
The sudden hustle and bustle of the boys echoing through the semi-empty house. There hair leaking egg, and flour as if it were dandruff flying to get free. Only to collapse on the floor, to add to the carpet of mess. There fumbling hands flinging the cold, and dough like flour on to the cupboards, counters, and floor like tiny little missiles to destroy the poor things it lands on. Their rush only adding to the hassle, of cleaning.
"Slow down! You won't get anything done like that!" I sigh. The sight in-front of me irritating, to the mind.
"Sorry. We just want to get back to cooking." Harry mumbles. Keeping his eyes averted from any on lookers.
Here I'll help." I say. Giving into the boys. The smiles that brights up their faces are enormous.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" They gush. Spilling out thanks, like flour.
"Don't mention it." I hush them smirking. Planning to get my revenge.
"Cause that's not creepy!" Harry laughs.\
"Not at all." I chuckle. Tapping my fingers together like an evil scientist.
"Let's get started. Shall we?" Niall inquires. Bowing like the gentlemen, and prince in movies.
"Why yes sir we shall." I giggle. Placing my hand in his, to be spun around like a princess.
Hitting play on the radio, we start to clean as music floats around the room, adding a majestic environment to the heavy atmosphere. Soon enough i'm a caught up in the music, and start singing as I sway my hips back and fourth. Only to soon remember there are two boys in the room with me.
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Dear Heart
Mystery / ThrillerWe were once happy together, always laughing. I don't know what happened, what changed him? What caused him to do what he did. I always knew he had anger issues but they weren't like that. So it had to be something else. Something else that caused...
