Living with the Bad Boy

Chapter 11

A/N: Sooooo, how are you guys. I've tried to update at scheduled times but I love you too much to make you wait. Thank you guys so much for 350 reads and 100 votes! I know it seems like only a little bit but I honestly didn't expect this much so thank you so much!! Ok I'll shut up now. Happy reading!!!!

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I'm awoken by my alarm. What the hell!? I didn't put an alarm for Saturday... Ugh Hunter!!!! I groan into the pillow. I check my phone and see 13 texts from Chelsea freaking out over how I left the party last night early. I text her and reassure her that I'm fine and left because I wasn't feeling well.  I got 7 texts from Nicole about the same thing and I text her the same thing I did Chelsea.

Finally I have 5 missed calls and 6 texts from my mum. Oh, I forgot to mention! My parents went away for the weekend to have some kind of mini couples getaway.

I mean we just got here like one week ago and they're already leaving for vacation. Not only that, but they left me with Hunter! I don't understand why they trust him around me so much. Then again my parents are really chill.

I check my clock and see that it is already noon. I get up and take a shower. I put on a pair of black leggings and my Tomlinson jumper over my purple tank top. I head over to the kitchen.

My eyes were not prepared to see what I saw. There right in front of the stove was Hunter. Shirtless. Cooking. Breathe Abi, breathe. He looks so yummy! He looks away from whatever he is cooking and glances up at me.

"Good...afternoon. How was your sleep. I hope my alarm didn't wake you up, I was meant to put it in my room" he says smirking at me and then turning to what ever he was cooking.

I laugh dryly "Ha ha. What are you cooking" I say trying to get a peak leaning over his shoulder.

"I am making pancakes, do you want some" he asks me. I eye him suspiciously before answering, "yes....."

"Ok" he says. Well, that was easier than I thought.

"Hey, how aren't you hung over?" I ask him remembering how he had half an empty bottle of beer in his hand when I saw him at the party.

"I only had one."

Oh. I go to sit on the counter and I remember something, Hunter can't cook for shit! But he seems to be doing alright. Then the smoke alarm goes off.

I spoke too soon. I immediately spring into action, I grab a tea towel and shove it in Hunter's face, "wave it around the alarm it will make the smoke go away" I run over to the pan and dunk it in the sink which I fill with water.

I then realise that the pancake...wasn't even a pancake, he forgot to add flour into the batter. At least he didn't trash the kitchen this time. "You big oaf! Why would you try to cook if you knew you couldn't cook to save your life!?"

"I didn't want to waste-" he doesn't get to finish the sentence because I cut him off, "yeah yeah, you didn't want to waste money."

"Well just get dressed and we'll go to the diner" I state turning to go to my room. I don't mind what I'm wearing but I'm just going to add some make up. I put on some mascara and eyeliner and light pink lip gloss, my signature look and look for my Black and White Nike Air Maxes. I grab my purse and keys and head to the door.

"Hunter hurry your ass up I'm gonna die of hunger!" I yell up the stairs.

"I'm coming I'm coming!" He yells then when he reaches the stairs he mutters, not so quietly might I add, "what crawled up her ass and died."

I roll my eyes and head to my car which, yes guys, is finally fixed and newer than ever. I hop in the drivers seat and wait while Hunter slips into shotgun and we're off.