The boys next door || completed

I am in hell

I wake up, and can already smell dad's cooking disaster. Oh god.

I don't even bother getting dressed, just run down to the kitchen before dad burns down the house.

"Ah, good, you're here, um..." Dad waves a spatula at the frying pan with just burnt remnants of god knows what left sizzling. "Would you believe this was meant to be bacon?"

I look at the pan and back to him, "absolutely not. Move over." I take the spatula from him, turn off the stove, and pour boiling water in the pan, letting it soak. I get another pan, push the burnt one to the side, only spilling a little water, and turn the stove on to a lower heat.

"Ah, thank you." I shove dad into a seat, frying the remaining bacon, adding eggs and sausages after. "This is delicious." He says with his mouth full, I almost scold him, then catch myself.

"You're turning me into a mother, I swear, you're going to give me premature grey hairs." I joke, and he grins.

"What do you think you and your brother's little 'experiments' did to me?! It's payback time." He laughs loudly, and I just shake my head at him.

"You need help."

"Yeah well, you need to start performing for me again." He smirks at me.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Dad, why were you trying to cook me breakfast?"

He stops smirking and looks down. "No reason, just thought it would be nice after yesterday, and-"

"Cut the crap dad." I sigh, folding my arms.

"Okay, I need you to cook dinner tonight, we have really important guests, and I need to impress them."

I laugh at him. "Of course I'll cook, but I need to know of any dietary requirements and how many people."

"Like.." Dad tries to do mental maths. "About fifteen?"

I do a double take. "Fif- fifteen?!" I almost yell.

"Well, there's you, me, Leondre, Charlie, Karen, Brooke, Tilly, Simon Cowell and his girlfriend Lauren Silverman and his son Eric, Joey Devries, Louis Tomlinson, Eleanor Calder, Blair and Marianne."

I feel faint. "Right. So one vegetarian thing, one vegan thing, one meat thing, got it."

"Take my card and go to the store if you need. Also, you need to dress nice." He goes off to get changed, and I stand there, credit card in hand, about to pass out.

"Well, this should be interesting."

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"Get out of my kitchen!" I scream at dad as he tries to taste the pudding.

"Okay, okay. If you need anything-"

"I won't call you; you'll burn everything." Saved by the bell. "Now go get that."

He mutters something about me being a spoil sport but goes to the door anyway.

The kitchen is a mess of bowls, boards, ingredients and pans.

"Wow, that smells good, who's cooking?"

"Anyone comes in here, I'll be cooking them," I yell.

Harsh? Yes. Do I mean it? Every. Word.

"She's not kidding." Dad laughs uneasily. "Please."

I can hear them making conversation, and recognise it to be Louis Thomlinson, so the girl must be Eleanor.

The door opens, and I know it's Leo and his lot. "Wow, who's cooking?" Kare laughs, poking her head round the door.

"They're in the lounge with drinks," I say, flashing her a smile, and she takes the hint.