Perfection» h.s

five.

Pandora Gray

I wake up to hear moans, groans and profanities being yelled out like there's no fucking tomorrow.

Please don't let them be fucking, please don't let them be fucking.

I drag myself out of bed, and go to Harry's room, where he is doing all the moaning, probably because of his massive hangover.

"Where's blonde bitch?" I sit on his bed, trying not to get to close to him, because I know he's naked. He yawns and gives a little stretch, the answers me.

"She had an STD, so I let her be, like you said." Harry laughs, his laugh deep and contagious. "Thanks, for that little rule." I roll my eyes and get up from the bed.

"I think I'm gonna try to make cupcakes, you want?"

"Yeah, let me get out of bed." I leave the room and go into the kitchen, and grab everything you may possibly need for cupcakes. "Hey, I'm ready." I turn around, and I see Harry shirtless, with boxers. I notice his tattoos on his chest, two sparrows, a butterfly, and many other countless ones I can't count. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." His voice snaps me out of my little trance, and I look up at his smirking face. "I assume you like what you see?" He teases as he grabs eggs out of the fridge.

"Very much so," I grab a bowl and a spoon from the cabinet. "Okay, so how the hell do we do this?" Harry shrugs, and we both stand side by side at the counter. The doorbell rings, and Harry gets me to go answer it. There's a boy there, short messy hair and bright blue eyes.

"You're the new roommate right? I'm Louis Tomlinson, the neighbor." He extends his hand, and I shake it.

"Pandora Gray, wanna come in?" He nods and we both walk in, "We're making cupcakes."

"Hey Lou." Harry walks over and gives one of those man hugs to Louis, who returns the hug. "Wanna help?" I walk off and grab my phone, because this is too boring without music.

"You should know I can't bake for shit." Louis cracks a few eggs, then we hear another knock in the door.

It's eight o'clock on the fucking morning, how many people are coming?

Harry goes to answer it, and we see a short girl with brown hair and brown eyes.

"Hey Louis," She waves then turns to me, "I'm Ashlyn, Louis's girlfriend, you're Pandora, right?"

"Yeah, we're baking cupcakes,wanna help?"

"NO, NO, FUCKING NO, SHE CAN'T HELP!" Louis exclaims loudly, and we all look at him, "She's an even worse cook then I am." Ashlyn sticks out her tongue, and says she'll help. "Fine, so I cracked a dozen eggs into this glass bowl, now what?" Louis stirs the eggs and Harry grabs the whole bag of sugar.

"We need music, do you have any Pandora? I mean you should 'cause you have your own radio and all." Ashlyn, Harry and I all laugh at her little joke.

"Yeah," I grab my phone and search for music, "Here we go." I press one of my radios, and we hear that all too familiar piano intro.

"Hell no," Harry lunges for my phone, but I snatch it away quickly.

"Louis, help me."

"Haha, no. Ashlyn is about to burst into song, and she sucks at singing. Not to mention I'm making cupcakes."