Erin [editing]

EIGHT| pancake maker

It's been three weeks. Basically three weeks of pure and utter hell and heaven mixed together.

The first week, Niall tried teaching me the guitar. I know what chords are and I can actually play them. I actually like the guitar. I met some of Niall's band members and played the ABC song and Twinkle Twinkle with them. We flew almost everywhere I can think of in his private jet. He has a lot of guitars, too many actually.

The second week was Liam and Harry trying to teach me school shit like literature, and telling me stupid history that I don't even need to know. I've come to the conclusion that I suck at math, I'm ok at history, and I love literature. Which is weird because I've never read a book in my life. I was stuck in the house all that week.

The third week was probably my best and worse. Half was spent flying all over America to different places to play soccer with Louis. Louis has a private jet, they all do. I've been on all of them and they're a dream! Louis's has got to be the most fun though. The other half of the week was Harry trying to teach me how to cook, but I was not having it. I didn't learn a thing Wednesday and Thursday. Today, being Friday and I'm exhausted. School starts Monday and I'm dreading it.

The blinds were open and so were the windows. The nice warm air filled the room and I stretched. The clock read nine in the morning. I got up and put on my slippers. I went downstairs to see Harry cooking breakfast.

"Good morning," Harry smiled when he noticed me.

"Morning," I said. "What're you cooking?"

"I actually haven't started yet, you can help if you'd like," said Harry.

"I don't know..."

"I'll help you," Harry smiled.

"I don't want too," I shrugged. "I'll just watch."

"It'll be fun!" Harry smiled.

I gave in. "Fine."

Harry cheered and grabbed another apron. He's still on his mission to teach me to cook. He handed it to me and I put it around me. I groaned as Harry got all his cooking supplies set up.

"Where are the other guys?" I asked.

"Louis had to fly out to New York today. He should be back Monday. Niall's gone golfing all day and Liam's out swimming in the pool," said Harry.

"Breakfast for three then?" I asked.

He nodded. "And I have to go somewhere today. So you'll be stuck with Liam."

"What do you have to do?" I asked.

"I have some interviews," answered Harry.

I didn't say anything else. I don't know what to believe. Sure, they may be a band, but if they're really the biggest band in the world, I would've heard of them before, which I haven't.

"We're cooking pancakes and eggs," Harry smiled.

Before we even got started, Liam came walking in with a towel hanging lowly around his waist and water dripping from his body.

"Man H, the waters' so warm out this morning," Liam smiled. "So, you got Erin cooking, eh?"

I scowled, "Better watch it, Liam. I'll poison your food."

He laughed and so did Harry. What are they laughing at? I'm not playing around. Liam walked upstairs probably to get changed.

"Now just mix the–"