Mine (H2O Delirious x Reader)

Chapter Eleven: Burnt Breakfast

You woke up to your phone vibrating underneath your pillow. "What the hell is that." Jonathan mumbled into his hands as he slowly sat up. You patted underneath the pillow until you found your phone, it was ringing. You answered it, not bothering to look at the caller ID first.

"(Y/N)?!" A familiar voice practically screeched through the speakers. You pulled the phone away from your ear slightly as they yelled.

"Yeah.. Yeah.. It's me." You rubbed your eyes and gave a sideways glance towards Jon. "Who is it?" Jon asked as he fixed his mask. You shrugged, still in a daze from being woken up from your deep slumber.

"Where the hell are you!"

"Evan?" You croaked.

"Yes! Where have you been! I swear to god if you with Jonathan I will go over there and kick his fucking ass!" Evan yelled which made you sit up instantly.

You looked at Jon with wide eyes and confusion. "I-" you tried to speak.

"Don't fucking lie to me." He cut you off.

"I-I'm not with .. Jon." You ran your free hand through your (H/L), (H/C) hair.

"You're lying!" He screamed liked a child.

"No I'm not!" You screamed back and clenched your hand into a fist only to unclench it right after.

"I'm going over there right now."

"You don't even know where he lives.." You sassed.

"I'll find out!"

You bickered with Evan some more until you decided that you had enough of his shit and just hung up on him. "Uugh." You groaned and fell back into your pillow. You threw a spare pillow over your head and pulled the covers all the way up to your chin.

"Aren't you going to get up?" You heard Jon ask after a few minutes of silence. You shook your head no, but you weren't sure if Jon could see that. "What if I make breakfast?" You shot up instantly after he asked that. "I'll race you down stairs!" You pushed him slightly to get a head start. "Oh you little!" He ran after you, but you were already half way down the stairs. You giggled and jumped onto the couch hearing Jon's heavy footsteps right behind you. He practically jumped on top of you, making you laugh. "Don't think you can get away that easily." He smirked and leaned in to kiss you. You met him half way and closed the gap between you two, feeling butterfly's in your stomach once your lips connected. You ran your fingers through his hair and one of his hands trailed the side of your torso, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Alright." Jon pulled away from the kiss catching his breath. You groaned from the loss of contact, but sat up anyways. "I said I would make breakfast, so that's what I'm going to do." You watched him walk into the kitchen. "I want foooooooood." You mimicked him from one of his videos. He laughed and got a few pans out.

You got up from the couch and sat on the island, letting your legs hang off. You watched as Jon cracked a few eggs into a sizzling pan and turned a couple of pancakes in another. 'That's so hot..' You smirked at your thought then bit your lip as he turned around to face you. "What's so funny?" He asked and walked towards you, resting his hands on your hips. "Just.. I think it's pretty hot that you can actually .. Cook." You smirked even more and looked into his bright blue eyes. "Well I think you look hot in my shirt." He responded and started to lean in again for another kiss. "Wait.." You sniffed the air. "Is .. Something burning?" You questioned and looked over Jon's shoulders to see that the eggs were completely black.

"Oh shit!" He grabbed the pan and threw it into the sink, turning the water on right after. You watched as a heap of steam and smoke rose out of the sink and floated towards the fire alarm. You jumped off of the counter and opened the window so that the smoke wouldn't accidentally set it off.

"Awe man!" You complained as you saw that the pancakes were burnt as well. "I guess we're eating out.." Jon chuckled as he pulled grabbed your hand and pulled out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom. You raised your eyebrow in confusion. "I think I might have some old clothes that you'll fit in." He let go of your hand and rummaged through a cardboard box until he pulled a pair of skinny jeans and a blue sweater out from the it. "You just want to see me in your clothes again." You laughed and grabbed the clothes from his hands. He chuckled as you walked out of his room to change.