~Kaitlynn’s Point of View~
The first thing we did back at Niall and my flat was turn on the music for some reason. All of the lads thought it would be a grand idea to watch a horror film before we eat our Christmas meal or whatever. Of course, being the only girl, I had to cook it. Boys… I thought with a motherly shake of my head.
“What do you want me to make?” I asked from the kitchen whilst they were browsing through the different film options.
“It’s Christmas. Just make something holiday-y.” Luke said with a huge grin. I shook my head, realising none of them would give me a better response, and turned back to the thoughts of what to cook. I could make some potatoes in cream and onions as a side to my usual chicken. Dad usually likes it next to his chicken. I pulled out all of the ingredients and set them nicely and neatly on the kitchen counter.
“So whatcya makin’?” Harry asked behind me whilst I was washing my hands. Instinctively, I pulled down my sleeves as quickly as possible before he could see anything, and turned to face with a huge fake smile so he wouldn’t suspect anything wrong. You’re such a fucking idiot, Kaitlynn. I scolded myself in my head as on the outside I still had my “everything is brilliant” mask.
“Chicken and creamed potatoes.” I replied with the same fake grin and turned back to my cooking.
“I swear, you say ‘potatoes’ just like Niall! It’s so cute!” he laughed like a primary school kid and it made my smile, a real smile, a little. “Need some help?” he didn’t wait for my response before taking his position next to me and going through the ingredients in front of him.
“You cook?” I asked instead of rejecting his offer. Oh you idiot! It wasn’t even four hours ago that you told Ash that Harry cooks!
“Yeah, but not that much. I occasionally make dinner or stuff, but I’m not really a chef.” I nodded with a shy smile.
“You can peel the potatoes, if you want.” I said and he nodded assertively.
“Shit!” he yelped after a few minutes of peeling silently. I turned quickly to see his clenching his fist tightly as blood peered out of his hand and into the peels-filled sink below it, staining them all with Harry’s blood. This… I can’t… Harry needs me to help, but I can’t look at all this blood. I feel like I’m going to throw up. I kept staring at his bleeding fist helplessly and I wish I were brave enough to help him in some way, but I wasn’t. I felt my face turning pale and my stomach tightening. Everything was spinning and I had to hold onto the kitchen counter for support. “K-Katy, a-are you okay?” Harry asked worriedly as he was also biting his lower lip from the pain.
“Everything okay in there?” I heard Liam from the living room somewhere, followed by a blood-gurgling scream from the film they were watching.
“No!” Harry yelled out. “Get in here quick!” within less than five seconds, all of the lads were in the kitchen.
“Katy, where are the bandages?” Liam yelled worriedly in my face. I recognised Louis next to Harry, grabbing his hand and trying to stop the bleeding, but getting his hands bloodied up in the process. I opened my mouth to answer Liam, but no sound came out and I stood there with my mouth open and my gaze fixed on the blood of Harry’s cut.
“Don’t worry about me!” Harry shouted in panic. “Look at her! She looks like she just saw a ghost!”
“Kathy?” Ash asked worriedly with his hand on my shoulder. I don’t know, Ash! I don’t know why it scares me so much! I don’t know why I can’t look away or move! What the hell is wrong with me…? I felt three or four pairs of hands on my shoulders and back and arms, but I didn’t know whose they were from all the blurriness.
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Look Away, Ignore the Pain
FanfictionHer name is Kaitlynn, sister to Greg and Niall Horan. Younger than Niall by 2 years, younger than Greg by 8. She doesn't remember how she got to where she is, but she does know that there would only be one smile to get her through the day. "I love...
