Still the one *Harry Styles fanfiction*

Familiar much?

Still the one *Harry Styles fanfiction*

Part 4- Familiar much?

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Olivia's POV:

I woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes, the scent wafting around my bedroom.

I inhaled the perefect smell, causing my mouth to water.

My head turned to stare at the alarm clock on the night stand beside me. 9:07.

As if on cue, my stomach angrily grumbled. I opened up my eyes and took in the unfamiliar surroundings around me.

I started panicking. What if I was kidnapped? What if a pervert drugged and raped me? Then I realised I was in my new flat in London, and the smell was probably Emma cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Stupid.

A smile made its way to my face. I was in London with my best friend. I finally had my own place. FREEDOM! I was also happy that Emma was making breakfast. That was one advantage of having an American best friend. She was like my own personal chef.

Just the thought of food...

I jumped out from underneath the covers, quickly made my bed (told you I was OCD), and scurried into the kitchen, grabbing a stool that was tucked into the countertop.

I basically tip toed onto the seat, as careful as possible, trying not to break any of the porcelain glasses.

I could hear Emma giggling at the dramatic scene I caused as she flipped a pancake in the air and efforletlessly caught it with the pan.

"Good Morning? What drink would you like to get? And can I start you off with a breakfast meal?" Emma said in a very posh British accent.

As she talked with the accent, she straightened up her posture and gave me the most polite smile ever.

I couldn't help myself. Before I knew it I was rolling on the floor, laughing at her.

She jokingly pouted as she set the pan back onto the stove and crossed her arms over her chest, as if she was offended.

I started giggling even more, and soon, she joined in. We stayed like this for atleast 10 minutes, until we heard the smoke detector go off.

"Shit-" Em cursed under her breath, just loud enough for me to hear it.

I laughed as she frantically maneuvered around the kitchen searching for the fire extinguisher.

"Well hurry up. Liv! Get your ass up and HELP!" She yelled, obviously annoyed by me.

I purposely jumped off my stool in slow motion, running towards the cabinet under the sink. I over-dramatically opened the cabinet. My eyes searched through the items in the drawer, until they finally found the one I was looking for.

I pulled out the bright red fire extinguisher and started attacking the burnt pancakes with the white foamish, ice liquid.

I slammed the fire extinguisher onto the nearest table, climbed onto the countertop, and ripped open my button-up night gown, fully exposing me in only my bra and panties.

I took a deep breath, repeatedly punched my chest (HAH that rhymes!), and then screamed at the top of my lungs, "SUPERMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!", like the immature eighteen year old I am.

Emma burst into a fit of giggles, turning red and laughing her arse off. I swear, I even saw a few tears stream down her face.

Yup! This was the life!