Can You Keep a Secret? [One Direction - Liam Payne Fanfic]

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

My eyes were shot open after I heard a loud thud. Soon after, I heard an arguement unfold between my best friend and my so called guardian, making me grab a pillow and pushing it to my ears trying to shut the noise out.

"How could you let her out of your sight!? I trusted you on this, you were supposed to take care of her! Do you even give a damn about Maia's safety in the first place!?"

Needless to say, Harry was really angry. A brief silence followed and Liam answered him calmly.

"I barely know her, Haz. You ask me out of the blue to guard someone, whom I just met a week ago, with my life, I'm sorry but I'm no superman, you can't just expect me to be a hero 24 hours a day, do you?"

"I suppose not. But it wouldn't hurt you to try."

I tried to get up, but as I did, I ended up falling back down on the couch, my head aching like never before. I brought my hand up to my forehead and found I had a small bump on the top of it. I rubbed it in pain, trying to remember how I'd got it. Suddenly, it all came flooding back to me. My body turned cold and my heart rate staggered as I remembered my little encounter at Harrods. I cringed and became teary-eyed at the thought of it. I was disgusted, for one, terrified and most importantly confused. There was an awful lot about that masked man that seemed familiar to me... I shook the thought away, concluding that I'd watched too many serial killer/ stalker dramas and I knew the type almost too well.

I finally managed to stand up, my legs dangling as they made their way to the kitchen. The air was soon filled with the smell of tomatoes, garlic and basil... My nose indicated me that someone was cooking italian. I picked up the pace, Italian food was simply the joy in my life, if I had the choice, I would eat pasta for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day of the week.

I crept through the door of the kitchen excitedly and found a very concentrated Niall chopping garnish by the counter. He turned when I cleared my throat purposively, getting his attention.

"Hey!" he yelled, smiling widely, showcasing his shiny braces.

I chuckled a bit. "Hey, Niall... whatcha cooking mate?"

He gestured me to come closer, lifting the lid of a pot and shaking his head towards it. I moved forward as I leaned in, deeply inhaling the wonderful smell of the tomato sauce Niall was cooking. My eyes rolled a bit in euphoria, it smelled like heaven mixed with clouds and pink roses and unicorns and... ugh, it smelled amazing. Niall laughed a bit to himself in victory as I congratulated him on making my taste buds go crazy.

"This will do good for your headache." he smiled, making me frown.

"How did you know I had a headache?" I asked, surprised.

"Uhm... it was the first thing you said before crashing on the couch earlier, so Harry ordered me to cook you your favourite dish and hopefully it would make you feel better..." he explained cheerfully.

Ok, it was starting to bother me now. It was cute, yes, this whole overprotectiveness, "make sure Maia feels splendid" thing, but it was too much. Harry had actually, and I quote, ordered Niall to cook for me. That was just... ugh I can take care of myself! I don't want other people attending to my every need! I didn't even ask for it, so leave me alone! My mind wore off, speaking indirectly to Harry as if he was in the same room.

Weirdly enough, we always seemed to have this awesome telepathic thing going on, so as I was thinking of things to yell at Harry later, he walked in.

"Smells great Nialler, I'm-"

He caught sight of me and ran straight towards me, immediately putting his hand on my forehead worriedly. I pushed it away, giving him an annoyed look.