My Bestfriend's Lover Sequel: He Doesn't Know

Part Thirty Three: Surprise

Michelle's P.O.V.

Delilah and I shared bed, whilst Stella gets to sleep alone on the other one.

"Dey?" I muttered, patting the other side of the bed, trying to reach for her. "What time is it?"

But no one answered me. She must be up already, preparing a meal or something.

I stirred in bed and sat, stretching and yawning in process.

"Stella?" I said sleepily, rubbing my eyes. My eyes widen when I saw no bed beside me, instead a big bear sat on the couch. On its tummy was a note. I blinked twice, until I realized what was written on it. "To the kitchen please. x"

I looked around the room. The other side of the bed was covered in scattered rose petals. The floor was also covered in rose petals. On the far corner, I recognized the bass guitar that Calum owns.

So, I'm on Calum's, I thought, of course, where else.

But how in the world did I get in here?

Out of curiosity, I got out of bed, excited to follow the note on the bear's tummy.

I got out of the room, making my way to wherever the kitchen may be. The smell of bacons and toast filled my nose, as if helping me find my way to the kitchen.

"Calum?" I asked, as I saw the familiar back of him.

He stopped whatever he was doing and turned to look at me with a big smile on his face. He was wearing an apron and on his right hand was a pan. On the other was a fork.

"Good morning, princess!" He chirped. He put everything down and walked towards me. He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I can feel his lips smiled. "Surprise?"

"You would have guess," I giggled. "How did I get in here?"

He chuckled, twining his hand to mine as he led me on a stool by the kitchen counter. "I kidnapped you."

"Classic," I rolled my eyes, laughing, as he let go of my hand to fetch the food. "And they just let you take me away, huh?"

"Delilah did," he said, setting the bacon on the plate in front of me. "Said she doesn't wanna sleep with you."

"Oh, really?" I asked, then he laughed. His eyes were shut close, wrinkling the sides. I love watching him laugh. You can see how happy he is as his smiles reaches his eyes. "You don't have to do this. This... mmm. Really."

"But I want to," he said, sitting on the other side. "Eat it."

I pouted, as he laughs.

He cooked a lot, you can say. There were bacons and eggs, pancakes and toast. The fruits were already cut in bite sized.

"Did you... did you made all of these?"

"Mhmm," he hummed. "No. Ashton helped me."

"Yeah, I wouldn't trust you with cooking, either," I teased. "You burn shit."

"I don't," he protested, giving me puppy looks. "I cooked the bacon. It's... it's..."

I looked at the bacon and laughed.

"It's not that burnt!" He whined.

"Not burnt. Okay," I repeated, chucking some in my mouth. "It taste nice though."

He let out a loud sigh as if he was waiting for me to say that. Then he asked, eyeing me, "did you like it?"

I looked at him and smiled. "I did. Thank you, babe."

"Pleasure is all mine," he said happily. He stood up and ran to my side, engulfing me in a hug. I felt him kiss the top of my head. "Now, eat. We don't have a show tonight and tomorrow night. We're going out."

"What about Cheryl?" I asked.

"She'll live," he shrugged. "I love you, boo."

"And I love you, more."

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A/N: I'll try to update again. But sorry for this chapter. It's just another filler and it's probably a crap. But, yeah. Read My Bestfriend's Lover if you haven't yet. That's book one of this book.