{HozierXReader} Awaking in a strange scene, with no memory of your name, or your history of being there, you find yourself in the care of a stranger. But when you discover the truth of your life and the past you left behind, are you willing to leave...
I curled my toes and exhaled a hot breathe, sitting at the edge of the bed.
I watch as he clanks the skillet atop the stove, the fire sizzling the pan.
"Can I at least guess what it is?" I sing.
He hummed a moment, then exposed his cheeks to me. "Sure."
I took a wif of the air but was solely interrupted.
"But we both know you'll stick out like a sore thumb." I could see a smirk touch his lips as he said this.
"Hey!" I shouted playfully, a smile on mine.
I looked back down at my feet. I barely could feel anymore pain in my ankle, though we still kept it wrapped up the best we could. I always enjoy watching him take care of me, but sometimes I feel as though I'm a burden because of it.
I sigh to myself at this and scrunch my toes together, my nose following suit in its expression.
Soon I heard more clanking from the kitchen. Looking past him I find that he's setting whatever he's made onto porcelain, strategically hiding the dish from my view.
I nod my head side to side to see if I could catch a glimpse, but to no avail. I patiently wait as I watch him bring the plate to me. It's covered gently in pepper and its colors smell heavenly. "So, what is it?" I ask after a moment of scanning over it all.
He sits at the other side of the bed and sets his plate down, I follow suit. Our dishes are identical in portions and I can feel my stomach growling with curiosity when I glance back down at them. I focus keeping eye contact.
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"Sausage, eggs, bacon, potatoes, grilled tomatoes, mushrooms, baked beans, and a nice warm bubble and squeak." He looks at me with an excited smile as he lifts his fork and digs into the red thing there.
"That?" I point and look at him.
He raises a brow at me in a little bit of disbelief, then nods his head in realization. He finishes chewing before answering me. "Grilled tomato." He hums as he covers his mouth and finishes swallowing.
I repeat his words with this, with every piece of food, except the eggs. I believe I cooked them before while he was out and I was left alone. This goes on for a while until both of our plates grow cold, but, he doesn't mind. He has the patience and I'm grateful for it. I frown by the end of this, feeling bad that he couldn't entirely enjoy a nice hot meal this morning. He notices and gives me a look from his eyes as well as a smirk, telling me it's okay without a word as we both shove the last bit of mushrooms in our trap.
He hums with delight as he takes both of our plates and heads towards the kitchen sink to rinse them. I finish chewing the squeaky, cold mushroom and swallow as I watch him, a small smile on my lips as I see his arms move about in front of him.
He comes and sits back on the bed with me, looking at me with a simple expression. "What do ya want to do today?" He smiles and puts a leg up on the bed.
