Every Girls Dream

Chapter 7

*Jake's P.O.V.*

Finally got out of that hell hole. They let me out on account of good behavior. They never really had real proof on me killing that son-of-a-bitch Luke. To think I once called him a friend.

He stole my girl. Yea I might have had a girlfriend at the time, who happened to be Emily's best friend, but she was just some skank that I had to keep me busy. She didn't mean anything to me, and Luke was very well known to that. I know he knew Emily was mine, he just had to come in and take her.

But the fact that she ran from me on the night I killed him. That's what pissed me off even more. I went home and blew up and beat up Rebekah (Emily's best friend). I should feel bad about it, but I don't. Not one bit. She was an annoying brat anyways.

When she ran away, I thought about running after her, but shortly after I was arrested. And here I am now.

I would run after Rebekah, and beat her again for leaving me, but I'm more concerned about Emily. If I could get both of them that would be great.

*Niall's P.O.V.*

I wake up, and stretch to find I can't move. I look down to see a mop of curls. across my chest. I smile to myself, tucking hair behind her ear. She always seems to make me smile. She's a real beauty. I go to sit up, and I hear a grumble, sound from the pit of my stomach. It's about time I eat something. I haven't eaten in like 6 hours. A guys gotta eat.

Deciding to make a great big breakfast for Em and I, I slowly stand to my cramped feet. I make sure Em is still asleep as I leave the comfort of the warm bed.

Once I reach the kitchen, I realize it's still a mess from the food fight we had last night. I chuckle to myself as I head to the sink, grabbing a bucket on the way. I fill the container to the halfway mark, and place it on the cream tiles of the kitchen floor. I grab the mop from the closet, and clean the discussing floors.

After taking 20 minutes of my time cleaning up the kitchen, I grab two pans and the ingredients for one of my favorite breakfast meals my mum used to always make for me when I was a kid. I miss my mum, dad, and Greg. I wonder what they're up to. I'll have to give them a call later today, after I drop Em off at her house.

Speaking of Emy... I need to throw her a big bash for her birthday. I should invite some of her best mates from back in America. I'm sure she would enjoy the company. But for sure it has to be one of the best parties yet.

*Emily's P.O.V.*

Sunshine awakes me from my peaceful slumber. I groan realizing that I won't be able to go back to sleep. I stretch and notice Niall isn't here. I begin to panic remembering my dream from last night. I quickly stand up when a delightful smell sends pleasure to my aching stomach.

I'm starved. I know that it's not very ladylike to enjoy food as much as I do, but it's an addiction. A serial killer could offer me food, and I would fall for his trap. Thats how bad my addiction is. I would probably be the best food critic there is. I have a keen sense of taste when it comes to food.

My nose drags me to the kitchen where I find a shirtless Niall with his back facing to me. His back muscles flexing as he works his magic making a Devine breakfast feast. he has the right tone to his muscles. Not too much, but just the right amount. exactly why I'm attracted to.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." His morning voice croaks, as I roll my eyes playfully.

"Shut up, leprechaun" I mumble mostly to myself, but Niall catches on.

"What was that?"

"Nothing" I quickly respond.

"Thought so" he chuckles. "well I'm almost done here, so go take a seat at the table."

I rush to a pre-set table, with two plates, and two sets of silverware. Niall walks over with a pan of pancake,. setting three on each of our plates. Along with two pieces of bacon and toast. Lastly he sets down a plate with a homemade bear-claw upon the fine china. I breath in the crisp smell of the sweet syrup and crispy bacon.

"Wow. This looks amazing Niall" I gaped "Did you make all of this?" He nods. Wow. I never would have imagined Niall being a chef.

I take one bite, and I nearly cry. That's is the most delicious delicacy I've had in my entire life. My stomach groans in pleasure as I practically gulf down the soft pancakes.

I see Niall staring at me from my perrefrial vision. I stop stuffing my face and drop my fork. oh my god. I did not just pig out in front of another person. My cheeks flush a deep crimson of embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed." Niall spoke up "I find it amazing a girl can eat like me. I thought I was the only one" I nervously chuckle. He goes back to eating. I take a sip of my milk, glad he didn't say anything to embarrass me anymore.

After finishing breakfast I helped Niall with the dishes, even though he told me not to, because I was the guest or something like that. I insisted, and he gave up on trying, knowing he wasn't gonna get anywhere with my stubbornness.

We entered the living room and watched reruns of the Ellen Degeneres Show. One of my favorite talk shows. "I love Ellen. She is so funny" I say out of the blue. The episode we were currently watching was the one where Hunter Hayes was on the show. She was doing a segment of 'lame joke Tuesday'. I kept laughing at all the corny jokes she was saying.

Niall looks over at my probably red face, and he chuckles at me shaking his head. "it's not that funny you know" he states.

"Oh, but it very well is" I announce while still laughing as the show goes to commercial break.

"You're one weird girl."

"And you're one weird boy, so we're even" I retaliate. He chuckles.

We spend about two more hours stretched out on the couch laughing at Ellen's strange dancing. I find Niall's laughing extremely contagious. The way he sort of cackles. It's funny to watch his eyes wrinkle up and head throw back as he laughs. A beautiful sight to endure. He has caught me staring at him quite a few times. I'm embarrassed none the less, but I can't help myself from not staring. I'm starting to develop some sort of feelings for him, but I can't determine them just yet.