jordan's POV
i sent liam louis and zayn into the store with a list hoping for the best. hopefully they came back with at least half of the things i had asked for.
harry groans a little as he sits up,
"hey what's wrong?"
"oh nothing" he smiles at me a little
"harry you're a really bad liar" i run a hand through his hair
"it's just my back"
"what's wrong?"
"it just usually hurts, especially when i'm not in my bed" he shrugs his shoulders
"you want me to rub it for you?"
"that... sounds great"
i motion for him to lay down and he places his head on my lap, i rub circles on his back until the three boys burst through the door,
"that was the most difficult thing i have ever done!" louis yells
"and considering i have preformed in front of thousands of people at a time, that's pretty difficult!" he continues holding up the bags
"who even knows where the eggs are?" zayn adds "like it's stupid that they weren't in the baking section"
"we had to find all this while being chased by a bunch of girls and even some guys" liam retorts
"well thanks guys" i laugh. these boys.
they set the bags down on a small counter and i harry moves so i can get up.
harry's POV
jordan looks around in some of the drawers and cabinets and finds a couple small pans.
"these will have to do" she mutters to herself
she grabs a big bowl and throws a bunch of ingredients into it,
"niall make yourself useful and come stir this please" she says
niall gets up and stands right behind her. really close. almost too close. only i'm allowed to do that. i know we've only been dating a day and i shouldn't get this protective. but it was hard not to. my mum always told me i was one to get jealous easy. niall starts stirring while jordan whips something else up. they start talking and laughing and touching. and telling jokes.
i just sit there staring at them.
liam comes and sits down right next to me,
"lad she's all yours don't worry" he pays my shoulder
"what?"
"it's kind of obvious you're staring"
"yea, i know" i run my hands over my face and sigh
jordan's POV
i flip the final pancakes,
"breakfast is served lads, chocolate chip pancakes, homemade whipped cream, nutella and strawberries" i smile. maybe i should feed them more healthy food but i doubt they would eat it.
we all sit around a table in the corner of the room, and everyone serves up their food, everyone starts talking and laughing, i noticed harry was a little quiet and i lean over
"hey haz you good?"
"yea i'm fine?"
"are you sure"
