(A/N: Hey guys! I told you that I was updating on Monday or at least try to and I am...it's just 2 AM.
That's not too bad, right?
Haha so you guys were shocked that Donna is actually Avery's Mom and some of you got it right on chappie 17: Come A Little Closer and I'm proud of ya, you smart cookies!
People were also discussing about why Liam didn't just tell Harry. Maybe he will in this chappie, I don't know yet ;).
Jokie time ;):
A prisoner's favorite punctuation mark is the period. It marks the end of his sentence. :D
Sea ya guys in bits! :F)
You and I live, don't learn
Everyday we fire it up and let it burn
Liam is buttoning up the buttons on his plaid shirt heading towards the kitchen when he begins to smell the aroma of delicious pancakes.
Not just any pancake but Harry's Friday Special Chocolate Chip Pancakes. After buttoning up the last tan button he uses those same hands to rub them together while licking his lips.
He begins going into the kitchen to get his greedy hands on those pancakes but stops when he suddenly thinks of something. He totally forgot that Harry restricted him to eat them this lovely Friday morning.
"Dammit," he curses in his thoughts while standing behind the cream wall that separates the kitchen and the living room.
He hears the sound of pancakes being flipped onto a plate and he peeks his head inside to see Harry putting a plate on the counter where the fourth barstool is located where Liam usually sits.
He fights a smile to appear on his red slightly chapped lips when he nonchalantly walks into the kitchen.
"Good morning Harry," he says to the back of the only wearing underwear 30 year old man. Harry looks away from making his own pancakes, Liam assumes, looking over his shoulder to smile at Liam.
"Hey Liam," he turns his head back to the pancakes and Liam fidgets with his hands trying to figure out if these are his pancakes or not.
"Uh Harry are-?" He cuts himself short when his nose begins to crinkle at a burnt smell. "Ew what's that smell?!" He shouts disgustingly waving his right hand in front of his nose to get rid of the smell.
Harry tries to hide the smirk and pulls out a plate from the cabinet to his right and puts the very burnt pancakes on the plate and turns around to look at Liam who's still trying to fan away the smell.
"Here you go buddy, I know how much you like my burnt pancakes," he reaches the plate out towards Liam smiling innocently though he rather cackle at Liam's facial expression.
"You've got to be joking," Harry can't help to laugh and shakes his head quickly. "No seriously you must think I'm suicidal if you think I'm eating those," he points to the pancakes like it's a rat or some abnormal thing.
Which it is because Harry doesn't remember the last time he burned-well anything for that matter. "Here Liam," he tries to push the plates towards Liam again but he reaches away from it.
"Harry please let me eat these," he points to the pancakes on the counter that look as fluffy as they could be.
"And why should I?" Harry puts the burnt pancakes next to the stove and crosses his arms. Liam rolls his eyes because he should've known this was going to happen.
"Because you're my best friend the chef?" He tries hopefully and Harry closes his eyes halfway to squint at Liam as to say 'try again dumbass'.
"Fine!" He throws his arms up in defeat. "Your pancakes are deliciously fluffy. They're like the best pancakes since sliced bread!"
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Burning Desires
FanficLiam Payne or should I say Mr. Payne? is a math teacher and it's a new school year at Lakeside High School. He finds this particular school year stressful since him and his wife, Sophia, are having problems and his questionable anger of Avery Hall a...
