Hear Me Out // h.s

Chapter 3: Jealousy

I woke up the next day to a loud crunching noise beside me.

I slowly opened my eyes and was confused for a couple seconds before realizing that I fell asleep on Harry's couch during Tarzan. I lifted myself up to see a boy with blond hair sitting at the end of the couch, watching me intently and eating a bowl of cereal.

"Hello," I say, cautiously as he kept staring at me as if he was looking for my soul or something.

"Hi!" He said in a thick Irish accent as he smiled, showing off his clear braces. "I'm Niall!" I almost face palmed myself because I completely forgot who he was for a second there.

"Hi Niall, I'm Aurabelle." I said holding my hand out for him to shake. He puts down his spoon before taking it and shaking it.

"Look who's up!" I heard Louis say, flopping down beside me on the couch. "How'd ya sleep love?"

"Good," I said. "You have a nice couch."

"Yeah, it's pretty nice." He said, petting the seat. " I tried to wake you up earlier but Haz wouldn't let me. He was being all like 'She had a long day yesterday' 'I don't want to bother her' 'She looks cute when she's sleeping, just leave her be' blah blah blah..."

"I hope you know he's going to kick your ass for telling her that." Niall said, laughing at the end of the couch.

"He can't touch a single hair on this glorious head even if he tried." Louis said, running his hands through his hair, and making Niall crack up.

"Where is Harry?" I asked.

"In the kitchen making breakfast," Niall said as he turned the TV on to Spongebob Squarepants.

"Mmkay" I said getting up and walking to the kitchen. I opened the door to see Harry cooking bacon, shirtless. He had defined muscles and his skin was tanned, probably from his vacation. His arm was covered in tattoos that all probably had some story behind them. All in all, he was extremely gorgeous and I couldn't take my eyes away.

"You have got to be kidding me." I said after awhile. "Here I am walking in hoping to get some nice bacon and then here you are ripped as hell and cooking it shirtless and causing me to stare at you like YOU'RE the bacon." I face palmed myself, realizing what I said.

He jumped, not knowing I was there, and gave me a confused look before coming to realization and smirking. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"Look at you!" I said, flailing my arms around, motioning to his entire person. "You're like photo shopped or something!"

"Would you like me to put my shirt back on?" he asked, chuckling a bit.

"No!" I said, putting my hand up in surrender while sitting down at the table. "Please! Continue! Get your man sweat on my bacon, I totally don't care at ALL."  My sarcasm was sky rocketing at this point, like it always does when I get nervous.

"Fine by me." He said, winking at me. "Would you like some bacon now?"

"Yes please," I said, holding up the plate that was in front of me and making my eyes extra puppy dog-ish. Bacon is basically my weakness.

"Say when," he said, putting the bacon on my plate. He first put down two, then added the rest on one by one. He eventually stopped when I had 12 pieces.

"I didn't say when yet," I said, my plate still in position. He rolled his eyes at me before putting one more on.

"That's all you get." He said pointing the spatula at me. "Niall will literally kill you if you eat all the bacon."

"Is that so?" I said, raising and eyebrow. I opened the door to the kitchen and peeked my head out. "Niall?" I called.

"Yea?" He asked, turning around to face me.