Unpredictable~A 5SOS Fanfic

18.A Gift From God, Personal Chef?, and I Got Myself a Job!

Why is it so hot in here? It feels like it's 100 degrees in here! What? I slowly opened my eyes and saw Aliana. Wait. Whose that? Calum! Awww they look so cute! Wait. What's this around my waist? I slowly turned around and was greeted by the beautiful honey-eyed boy, Ashton.

Oh. My. God.

Flashback

"I'm so exhausted", I thought. Maybe just a little nap. I felt my eyelids starting to close.

"Good Night Love." Someone whispered in my ear, as I drifted into a deep sleep.

End Of Flashback

That was Ashton.

He looked so beautiful sleeping. A gift from the gods. His golden brown hair slightly ruffled. His eyelids slightly twitching. His pink lips, slightly quirked up into a smile. Oh god was he gorgeous. So-

"Good Morning love." Oh god. That sexy morning voice.

"Good morning." I blushed.

"Is everyone still asleep?"

"Yup. I think there knocked out."I chuckled.

"I'm starving."

"So go make food for us."

"Only if you help me." He pouted. Damn this boy.

I rolled my eyes," Fine."

"Yay! Come on let's go!"

"Uhh Ashton."

"Yea?"

"You have to let go of me first." He looked down at his hands still wrapped around my waist.

"Oops." He let go and pulled me up. "I want pancakes."

"Chocolate chip?"

"You read my mind!" He grinned.

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"Ashton your going to burn them!"

"Hush! I got it! I'm the master in this kitchen!"

"Says the boy who acts like a 5 year old." I mumbled.

"I can hear you!"

"Uh Ashton. MOVE! Let the women cook!"

"Fine! Whatever you want!" He handed me the spatula.

"Thank you!" I smiled. Sure he's hot, caring and all that, but he can't make pancakes! How hard is that!

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After about an hour of making new batter, and cooking the pancakes, we- no, I, am done.

"Oh my god Mik! These are delicious!" Calum yelled stuffing his face with food.

"Why have you never told us you can cook?" Luke mumbled, dropping a piece of bacon from his mouth.

"You never asked." Michael just stared at me, chewing, but then broke the silence.

"This is delicious, but the real question is, can you make pizza?"

I leaned over the island, "What type?" His eyes opened wide.

"Oh my god. Boys! Boys! Shes a keeper! Oh my god pack her up she's moving in with us!"

"Umm I think not!" Ali interjected," I need her for my own food needs."

"She right, I can't just leave her." I said draping an arm over her shoulder.