my roommate [cth]

chapter three // calum the cook.

(a/n: hey im adding author notes in every chapter bc when i read things i always like to hear a bit from the writer haha well hope you've all had a good day, enjoy chapter three cuties)

pancakes. the first thing i smelt when i woke up from my 9 hour sleep.

i rub my tired eyes before opening them.

to my surprise, i saw calum flipping pancakes in his boxers, just his boxers. how fucking hot.

"hey i uh, didn't know that you knew how to cook." i tell calum while sitting in bed and rubbing my eyes some more.

"im not the best cook but you told me that you loved pancakes so i thought that i'd go ahead and make you some." he said, while turning off the stove.

"aw calum that's sweet, thank you." i say while getting up and sitting myself down on the counter that he had placed the plate of steaming pancakes on.

"these are really good calum!" i say, making him smile.

he then sits beside me and starts eating as well.

"hey, we have 3 more weeks till college starts so why not do something fun?" he says excitedly.

"im up for anything! what do you have in mind?"

"amusement park?" he asks, obviously hoping for a yes.

"yes! i love amusement parks!" i say.

"perfect, we'll go later." he says before starting to wash dishes.

it only took me 3 minutes to realize that i have been staring at him for a very long time. i didn't mean to, he just intrigued me.

the way he sounded in the morning, his tattoos, his body, the way he smiles, his amazing australian accent, his soft hair, everything about him was so.. fascinating.

"having fun there?" he asks, startling me.

"oh uh im sorry.." i say, feeling embarassed that he caught me staring at him.

"don't be, i like it." he said, to my surprise.

"do you know what i like?" i ask him. "me?" he replied. "your pancakes." i say, laughing. after turning a bright red, he finally let out an "oh."

"aw is poor little calum upset?" i say while cupping his face in my hands jokingly.

"pfft no, i have hannah." he replies, continuing to wash dishes.

"oh, right." i say, exiting the kitchen after doing so.