One Direction And Another?

Keirall-A Day Off...With Pancakes

I wake up staring at the white ceiling of my room, and sigh dreamily. Wow that was a good drea-hold it! I sit up in my bed and look around. a huge room sits before me, and I flop back into my bed. All this space to myself! Last night, all of my clothes didn't even fill half of the walk in wardrobe, and I kept on walking around and around the place until I had seen enough of it to let it finally sink in that this was my room.

I give myself a while to slowly slide out of my bed, and onto the soft-ish carpet below. I suddenly realise that I didn't actually know where the toilet-or the bathroom, even- was. As I walked into my wardrobe to get my toiletry stuff, I notice a door that the boys and I must have missed yesterday. Pushing it open, I find a pleasantly normally-sized bathroom, filled with all bathroom necessities: toilet, sink, shower, all in perfect working order.

Phew, I think, at least I won't have to share a shower with them. I shudder at the thought, as I brush my teeth and stuff. I look in the mirror, and give myself a good, long stare.

I'm not unusual looking, well, at least not much. My hair is a normal brown colour, except for the ends, which are blonde, and look dip-dyed in bleach. They haven't been, though-it's always been like that, for some reason. I used to hate it when I was little, when the kids at school teased me about it, but now it's my favourite part about me. That just leaves the rest of me to be desired. My eyes are a light hazel colour, and my skin is naturally dark-ish, but not enough even to call me olive-skinned. This mess in oversized cotton pyjamas looks...oddly attractive. Maybe it's that big smile that's starting to hurt my face.

 I quickly walk back into the wardrobe, make sure the doors are closed, and start to pick out what clothes to wear. Eventually, I decided to wear a simple white t-shirt, jeans, and a long gold necklace with a little cluster of charms strung on it. At the last minute I decide to just ruffle up my hair a bit, and leave it down.

 As I hop down the stairs(for some reason I was in a good mood today), I notice the place blissfully clear of the mess of clothes and things that were there yesterday. That relieved me; I don't mind cleaning  that much, but the state the place was in yesterday would have probably made the happiest cleaner run for mama(or a nice, clean bath). Suddenly, I can hear voices in the kitchen that I saw when I came in.   

"Louis, pass me the eggs, will you? And try not to smash them again, please!"

"I didn't smash them! Harry tripped me, and-"

"-and you just happen to aim perfectly at Niall's head?"

"He moved!"

"Alright, alright! Just pass me the eggs, and try not to have any casualities, ok?"

"Mornin'"

The boys all jumped at the sight of me, and I smiled nervously.

"You guys need any help?" They look at each other uncertainly, and I take this time to observe the flour covering most of the kitchentop, the egg dripping down Niall's face, and the sugar pot on it's side, and sum up that they were trying to make pancakes, but were...failing. Miserably.

"Ok, I'll take that silence as a yes, then. Here, pass me an apron, will you?" The guy holding the eggs(Louis, probably)  passes me one, and I get to work on the pancakes as the other guys just stand there and stare. Sheesh. Someone needs to tell them girls don't like being stared at.

Well. Not when they're making pancakes and slowly getting covered in flour, anyway.

As I finish with the frying pan, and pile pancake after pancake onto a big plate, they finally get the idea to actually do something, and start to set the table in the other room, get the syrup and icing sugar and lemon drizzle, ect, ect. I pile the last pancake onto the pile, grin, and plomp the plate onto the table with a flourish.