When Beatle Met Lennon // h.s

Chapter Nine - The Dorkiest or Sexiest Moment of My Life

Nine - The Dorkiest or Sexiest Moment of My Life

I waddle into the kitchen awkwardly, not sure what to do with myself. Last night I told the rest of the boys what had happened, about my father. Not everything, but enough to let them know I trusted them enough to comfort me.

Niall had jumped from where he had been sitting on the couch and had practically launched himself at me, cradling my small body against his and making soothing noises, sweeping my hair back from my face and inspecting my face. He had placed a small kiss on my forehead and had handed me off to the other boys, standing next to Harry while the others had their turns fussing over me. After that Liam had decided I would be staying the night again and had swept me up into his room, ignoring my protests and saying he’d just sleep on the couch for the night.

Now in the morning, I shuffle into the lounge room from the kitchen and find all of the boys except Zayn on the couches watching a movie. I couch awkwardly and they all spin around, huge grins breaking out onto their faces.

“Katrina! You’re awake!” Louis says, jumping over the couch and tackling me into a hug, squeezing me tightly. I gasp and pat his back awkwardly, causing the boys to chuckle.

Louis let’s go of me and steps back, keeping his hands on my shoulders.

“The boys and I have an interview today in an hour or so but after that we’re going out, alright?” Louis says a smile firmly in place. “Its 9:30AM now so we’ll go get ready and then leave but the kitchen is yours . . . if you can cook, that is. If not, please refrain from setting the house on fire.” He chuckles uneasily. I roll my eyes at him and shake his hands off.

“I can cook, Lou. You go get ready.” I say, exasperatedly. Louis snickers and scampers up the stairs.

“I suppose I’ll show you where everything is, then.” Harry captures my hand and drags me into the kitchen with him. He points out where everything is stored and shows me what foods they have.

“I’ll leave you some money, so you can go buy anything else if you need it.” Harry says, lingering a little, stalling.

I cock an eyebrow at him. I open my mouth to say something but he smirks and takes his index finger and presses it to my lips, leaves it there until my heart lands on Jupiter: three seconds, then removes it and heads back into the living room.

Whoa - well, that was either the dorkiest or sexiest moment of my life, and I'm voting for sexy on account of my standing here dumbstruck and giddy, wondering if he did kiss me after all.

I shake my head to clear my mind, a giggle escaping before I decide that in order for me to cook I’ll need music. I run up the stairs, only barely managing to avoid running into a descending Zayn.

“I’d go get ready if I were you. You boys have an interview in about,” I glance at his watch, grabbing his wrist and turning it to face me. “In 35 minutes.” I say, letting go of his wrist and rushing into Liam’s room to grab my iPhone.

I snatch it up and go back down stairs, shuffling through the songs before settling on Chloe by Emblem3.

I find an iPod doc and put my iPhone into it so that it can play my music out loud. I then go over to the pantry and fridge and find the ingredients I’ll need to make pancakes. I lay them all out on the kitchen counter and get out a pan and a spatula.

Just before I’m about to start the boys come down stairs and bid me their goodbyes. I just grunt and get started on my pancakes, singing along with the songs that came on.

I spend an hour and a bit making and eating my pancakes before grudgingly starting to clean up.

I flip through the songs until I land on Classic by MKTO and sing along loudly.