Underwater. ||h.s.||

chapter five.

Another instance. 

You're having the best dream of your life and a strong whiff of bacon wakes you up. 

You automatically think it's still a dream, so you're half-asleep, half-awake...hoping that the smell will lead to what you've been waiting for.

Unless you're vegetarian.

That's probably the last thing you want to smell.

I'm not really talking about bacon, but the smell has significance in this case. I wasn't the hugest breakfast-eater, but I brought breakfast foods like a normal person would.

Bacon, a breakfast food, rested on the second shelf of my fridge and there it would stay unless someone touched it.

I never thought that someone would be a male, let alone one that I'd kissed several times and only met the night before.

Like Harry—the Bacon Eater In My Kitchen—pointed out, I get ahead of myself and over-think everything. Sometimes, I forget too. But what could I say? I'm human.

So I smelled bacon.

Grabbing my pillow that I was undoubtedly drooling on from the heavenly smell, and moving it away so I could sit up, I happened to forget that a certain someone spent the night.

I imagined Rory in my kitchen and smiled.
Fully dressed in a t-shirt and navy leggings, I walked out of my room in hopes of kicking out my best friend.

My steps were nearing the kitchen and not one attempt to say Good Morning crossed the threshold of my neo-suburban styled dining room. My eyebrows knitted themselves together, but I kept striding along until I reached the area of baconery.

Once I looked in and saw one muscular arm, my heart jumped—no, skidded to the other side of my chest.

Who was that?

And why steal my bacon?

It couldn't have been Calum, for he was too angry to make me bacon, and was probably in the studio early that morning.

"You can take the bacon with you! Just please leave before I call the cops!"

...I needed to get out of the house more if this is what I said to scare away an intruder.

"No! Gimme all your eggs too!" the stranger laughed.

Strangely, his accent was familiar, yet vague in my mind. I exhaled deeply before grabbing the nearest weapon I could see.
My shoe.

I grabbed ahold of it in hopes of hitting him on the head if he started anything crass. "P-Please! I won't tell anyone you were here!"

"I imagine you'll tell Quinn and Rory later on..."

And with just those words, I dropped my shoe.

Stupid. You kissed his lips more than you've seen Finding Nemo and lemme remind you that you've seen that movie enough to know all the lines.

I exhaled, happily this time, and waddled into the kitchen to find that European Bacon Slugger from last night. And I know what you're thinking. No, nothing happened.

After having his faux tantrum, I told him that he could sleep on the couch. In the morning, well, I found him...cooking.

I shook my head as he stuffed his mouth with a handful of bacon. "Morning, Bambi."

"Morning." He chewed relentlessly and attempted to smile before I took a piece myself.

Just when I thought things would get even more short-handed, he said, "I hope you don't mind. I really wanted to make you breakfast."

"Do you do that for other girls you just meet?"

"Not really. They're smart enough not to let a stranger into their apartment."

"Oh. Bummer for you."

"Not really."

"Why is that?"

"Because you're the only pretty one I would want to make breakfast for."

I cackled at his statement and he stared at me with wide eyes before turning off the stove and sitting on the counter next to it. "Stop calling me pretty. You're just adding to my list of unrealistic!"

"Rory told me you were like that."

"Like what?"

"Very...guarded."

I did the hands on my hip thing again and he pointed. "She also told me that you're opinionated and very much in denial."

"Well, she didn't tell me anything about you, so I guess this isn't really fair."

I took my hands off of my hips just to prove that it wasn't a habit or anything. The last thing I needed was for him to notice habits about me and use it against me.

His tongue darted over his lips again, revealing a left-sided smirk and a scoff from me. "You can get to know me..."

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After eating all of the bacon I supplied, Harry and I got dressed and I eventually booted him out.