Sarah’s P.O.V
The next morning I woke up feeling well rested and well, hungry. I walked downstairs expecting to see Cassie making breakfast, but instead I saw a sleeping blonde with food in front of him. I groaned. I guess I’ll have to do the cooking today.
First, I poked Niall in the ribs.
He glanced up at me and said, “Are you going to cook? I’m staaaaaaaaarving.”
I nodded. “I’m doing eggs, pancakes, sausage, and a lot more.”
“No bacon?” He asked, his blue eyes widening.
“Nope. My country doesn’t eat pork,” I replied.
“You're not American?” He asked.
“No. I’m Indian and Afghan mix.,” I replied. His eyes widened even more.
“Really?! Can you tell me about it?” His eyes, now the size, of two moons.
“Um.....Sure, why the heck not,”I mumbled, walking into the kitchen. “Well, my childhood was very different in a way, cause my father is from another race and my mother she is another, so I am basically I am two different races combined, Hindu and Muslim. At first when I came here I barely could talk in English and since my cousin who is the age as me, I used to ask him what the teacher ’s would be saying.”
“You know Zayn’s Muslim... He’s a BAD one too,” Niall said chuckling.
“What makes you say that?” I asked.
“He doesn’t follow their rules and stuff,” Niall replied simply.
“Oh,” I said as I began preparing Pav Bhaji, my favorite and speciality though I can’t cook it like my mom. It has tomatoes, onions, potatoes, peas, cauliflower, and beans. I began chopping up the veggies as I hummed an old song my mother used to hum each times she’d cook. “Niall, why don’t you go back to sleep? I’ll wake you up when the foods ready.”
“You promise you’ll wake me up?” He asked.
“I promise,” I said. He trudged upstairs and I continued the cooking. I tossed multiple items into a pot. Before I knew it, it was complete. I was now mixing it all together with nice wooden spoon. Once I felt that it was mixed up pretty well, I set the spoon down and began cutting some brean there is nothing like Pav Bhaji with bread.
“Whatcha cooking?”
A scream escaped my lips as I turned around quickly to see Liam standing in front of me clinching his arm.
“OUCH!”
“Did I cut you?” I asked, surprised at how close he was to me. Liam just simply nodded and then screamed. He jumped away from me as if I was a poisonous snake about to strike. “What?”
“The spoon?” He said, fear in his voice.
“The spoon?” I questioned.
“I gave a fear of spoons! Can you... get rid of it?”
“Ah, um, sure?” I grabbed the spoon and looked for a place to put it. I did a full 360. I noticed a door besides me and opened it. It lead to the backyard. I tossed the spoon outside and turned back to Liam.
“Now, let’s look at that cut,” I said, walking toward him. He showed me the cut. “It’s not so bad. It’s just bleeding slightly. Come with me.” I grabbed his wrist and lead him to the bathroom. Danielle had showed me that all the first aid stuff would be in there.
I took out a box of cotton balls and peroxide. I poured a bit of peroxide on the cotton ball and put the cotton ball on Liam. He hissed slightly, but didn’t jerk away or anything.
“Would you prefer a band aid or me to close up the cut with superglue?” I asked.
“Superglue,” Liam said.
“Got it,” I stated. I dug in the medicine cabinet. I was so proud of myself once I retrieved the superglue. It normally took me hours to find stuff. I slowly applied the superglue onto his cut. The only sound of Liam’s heavy breathing, which I could feel on my cheek. He was so close to me. For some reason my heart was beating 50 times faster than normal.
“Ah, you’re good! Ah, BYE! The food’s ready if you want some. Ah, BYE!” I said and literally ran out the bathroom.
