Royalty // Luke Hemmings [English Translation]

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"What is it?" Ashton asks raising his eyebrow when I put a steaming plate in front of him.

I roll my eyes and hand one to Luke as well, he replies with a boring "Thank you very much, Miss."

I take a seat between the two of them, impatiently waiting for them to have a bite. Today I wanted to cook and I think I did okay, if we don't take into account that the fire alarm went off twice and that I was about to add the pasta before pouring any water in the pan.

"What is it again?"

"It's... vegetable soup." the prince doesn't sound really confident.

I gape, clearly offended. "It's pasta!" I exclaim.

The boys exchange worried looks.

"What kind of pasta... exactly?" Ashton goes on with the questions, undesmayed.

I snort.

"It's clearly - I hear a royal chuckle - clearly... - his blue eyes search mine for help - ...ziti."

"It's actually spaghetti." I mumble.

They just keep glancing at each other, worried. No noise is heard.
"Why is it chopped?" Irwin asks while moving around the pieces of food in the plate with the fork.

I shrug. "I cut it with a knife, I just thought it would be easier to eat this way."

More worried looks.

I'm starting to get pissed. When Galileo Galilei championed that the earth revolves around the sun no one believed him, but he was in fact right. According to the same logic, my pasta is good.

"Yeah.. Sis, I just have one more question. This is tomato sauce, right?"

"Yeah." I nod. It actually isn't. I just poured a can of crushed tomatoes onto the boiled pasta, but I really don't feel like being judged once again.

Hemmings grabs the fork and dips it into the mushy pasta to get some of it. He smiles uncertainly but I appreciate it. "It can't be that bad..." he mumbles before taking a bite and chewing.

We watch him, waiting for his reaction. When the food has gone down, he nods. "Yes, it's good."

"It is?" I'm shocked. I honestly didn't think so.

Luke takes a sip of water. "Of course. You're not a bad cook after all, Miss."

His words reminds me of the ones my mom used to tell me when she attended my dance classes. "You're not a bad dancer at all, honey!", but every time she would whisper to the teacher "Don't worry, she'll give up by the end of next week..."

It's now Ashton's turn. He looks worried when he raises his fork. Right before he brings it to his mouth the door bursts open to reveal Liam and Calum.

I involuntarily blush and Luke doesn't miss it. "You bear a striking resemblance to one of my tomatoes." he politely tells me. One thing I like about Luke is that he could call you a dirty whore and make it sound like a compliment.

Anyway I ignore him and smile at Calum.

"Hey guys, you hungry?" Ashton shouts. "Mary made pasta for everyone!"

"Is it pasta?" Calum frowns. "It looks more like smashed potatoes."

"You want some?" Fletcher gives him his plate and Calum steps back, chuckling.

"Well, it's getting late... I need... to go measure the length of my toilet paper."

I give him a dirty look and he winks at me in reply, silently apologising.