Where it all began

Chapter 7

I awoke at 7:18am and was comforted by a pair of warm arms softly draped around my body. A soft snore was surrounding the silence of the room. I was still fairly tired but I knew that if I fell back to sleep, I would sleep until the afternoon. 

I slowly retrieved Harry's hand from my body, and carefully layed it beside him. He stirred a bit, but didn't wake. I looked at him sleeping peacefully as a small smirk covered my face. 

I shuffled out of the bedroom, sneakily stealing Harry's hoodie and made my way to the bathroom.

''Well shit" I cursed. looking at myself in the mirror. My hair was all over the place, and my eye's had a bit of smudged eye liner in the corner of my eye's, making me look like a bit of a prostitute.

I successfully wiped off all the prostitute make-up from my eyes and made my hair a little more presentable by putting it into a untidy pony tail.  

I walked out of the bathroom and heading quietly to the kitchen. I searched through the cupboards and came across pancakes. Perfect! 

I managed to find all the necessity's that I needed and started cooking. 

"Well well, what do we have here?" I jumped at the sound of a husky voice

"Zayn! You scared me!" I said as I let out a breath. 

"Sorry babe" He chuckled. "Not that it's a bad sight, but would you like some sweats or something? You must be freezing" He gestured, looking down at my bare legs. If I even managed to put my jeans back on earlier, I would have woken Harry or someone else for sure. 

"Umm, yes please." I blushed. He returned a minute later with some warm grey trackies. He bent down at my feet, unsure of what the hell he was doing.

"Lift your feet, stupid" 

"Oh" I placed my feet in, and watched him intensely as he brought them up to my hips, his hand slightly bushing my thigh which sent me goosebumps. He smirked when he noticed the little bumps appear. "Thanks.." I said, unsure of what else to say. 

"So, what are we cooking?" He said, looking over my shoulder to see what I was preparing. 

"Pancakes!" I said excitedly. 

"Tiarna.. that looks like roadkill.." 

"Well, I never said I could cook.." I frowned. He laughed and ushered me out of the way. I jumped up on the counter, and observed him closely, hoping to catch some of his cooking skills. 

"Mmmm, smells good." Harry yawned, while walking out in a pair of sweats hanging from his hips. Harry had the perfect V line, and I couldn't not look at it. "Stop drooling" He chuckled. I bit my lip, and looked up at him. He was clearly pleased with himself.

"Alright, grab what you want" Zayn said, as he piled the 15th pancake onto a plate. I grabbed two, Niall the guts grabbed four, Harry, Nicole and Zayn grabbed three each. I covered mine with maple syrup and some sliced banana. 

"Yuuuuum" I said with a mouthful. 

"You're disgusting." Nicole frowned. 

"As if you don't already know that."

We hardly said a word as we scoffed down our pancakes. I finished quicker than anyone else clearly because I had less but also because I'm a pig. 

I was washing up my plate when someone came up behind me and placed their hand softly on my hip. 

"Here, let me do it" Zayn said, taking my plate and rinsing of the rest of the maple syrup. 

"Thanks.." I felt my heart quicken. Why the hell are there butterflies in my stomach?! NO. STOP IT.