The Broken Beat |One Direction|HS|

Chapter 24

Bang. Thump. Bang.

I loosely open my sleep deprived eyes. The sunlight shinning in through the windows make me flinch, the warmth stinging my pupils. I lay in the same position for a few moments, taking in everything, and everyone, around me. Harry’s lying on my right, lightly hugging my arm as he snuggles against it. Niall is on my left, using my arm as a pillow as he snores and mumbles some random obscenity. Zayn is a few paces away, sleeping on Liam’s stomach. I laugh; Zayn has a line of drool coming out of his mouth, and it’s pooling up on Liam’s shirt, most likely seeping through. I hear another loud clamor coming from the kitchen. Or the small little room off to the side that we call the kitchen.

“Good morning, Sunshine!” Louis’ loud voice erupts into the air.

I glare at him, annoyed that not only were my eyes awakened by the annoying sunlight, but my ears were jolted out of their peaceful stuffiness due to this boisterous boy’s voice. He walks back into the kitchen and commences in his noisy clatter once again. Irritated, I gently remove a sleeping Niall from my arm and remove my other arm from Harry’s grasp. Getting up, I walk quietly around the two others who are resting peacefully. Thinking it was a great time for a photo opportunity; I grab my phone from the short coffee table a few feet away and bring up the camera. These will be great memories.

Shuffling over to the kitchen, I find Louis trying to cook breakfast. And when I say trying, I mean trying, which means he’s not very successful at the moment. Without a word, I take the spatula out of his grasp and begin to make my own breakfast for these boys. Louis pouts in the corner, watching me. After placing stacks beyond stacks of pancakes on multiple plates, I turn around and smirk at Louis. He sticks his nose in the air and makes a face, playing. After a few moments of joking around, he grins down at me and stares voraciously at the food. He grabs a fork from his back pocket, about to dig in when he stops, as if he had just remembered why he was even attempting to make breakfast in the first place. Looking at me, he frowns.

“I was going to make you breakfast because it was your last day here. I never did anything special for you, so I wanted to try this but…” he says sheepishly, “I guess it didn’t turn out quite well, considering you did all of the cooking.”

“Louis, you don’t have to do anything for me. I promise. I had such a great time with all of you that I couldn’t ask for anything to make it better.” I say, giving this thoughtful, caring boy a hug.

“You promise?” he asks again, reassuring himself, “Nothing?”

“Nothing.” I say, certain.

And I am. There’s nothing on this Earth that could have made these couple of weeks anymore great. I hear shuffling coming from the other room and a few moments later a groggy Harry enters the kitchen, followed by Liam and Niall. Zayn’s probably still asleep. I look at Liam a laugh at the large pool of dried drool on his shirt. They all look tired and worn-out; I guess performing for hours on end the night before does that to you. Giving me a good morning hug, they all stare lustfully at the food.

“Who made all of this?” Liam asks, surprised at the massive amounts of food.