messages; hood

// alice //

// alice's pov //

The next morning I woke up to the sound of the smoke alarm going off. I jumped out of bed and ran into the kitchen.

"Alice!" Luke exclaimed, a look of relief washing over his face. There was a pan of what looked like eggs on fire.

"How did this happen?!" I shouted.

"I tried making breakfast and it didn't go to plan," Luke explained, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

Ashton came running into the kitchen, panicked.

"It's okay," I said, throwing the burnt pan into the sink.

Michael was still fast asleep.

"It's okay Luke, I'll make some breakfast," Ashton laughed.

Luke sat at the breakfast table, upset at his failed attempt to make breakfast.

Ashton made some French Toast while I made a fruit salad with apples, blueberries, cherries, grapes, oranges, melon and raspberries.
Luke made a pot of coffee.

Michael woke up and we all sat around the table, chatting and eating breakfast.

We were interrupted with a knock on the door. We all stopped talking. Ashton and I exchanged a look of confusion.

"I'll get it," Ashton smiled, getting up out of his chair and making his way to the door.

"What are you doing here?" I heard Ashton say. He definitely didn't sound like the friendly Ashton I knew he was.

Michael and Luke looked at me.

"Look out the window!" Michael hissed at Luke.

Luke leaned back and took a small peak outside. His happy expression faltered and was replaced with a serious demeanour.

"What is it Luke?" I asked, placing my coffee cup down onto the table.

Before Luke had time to reply we all looked up to see Ashton with an annoyed expression on his face followed by Calum.