From Buitron to Styles

Chapter 42.. Like just shoot me, god, Liam feels

Like just shoot me, god, Liam feels

(Kenzie's P.O.V.)

"I love you more than you could ever imagine." I replied. I planted a soft kiss on his cheek and snuggled close to him.

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Why was I up so early? I turned the screen on, on my iPhone, 6:42. Once I was up, there was no way of me falling back asleep. Liam was sound asleep, snuggling the pillow. I smiled before getting up and changing my clothes. I stripped off the clothes I wore the night before and changed into light jeans and a plain white tee, I threw a over a baby blue and white striped hoodie over that. I smirked at my look, I accomplished it perfectly, what a great outfit for a cloudy day. I pushed a pair of white, flower earrings through my ears. Happily, I jogged downstairs and decided I'd make Harry, Liam and I some breakfast. I scanned through the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of eggs and milk. I grabbed a loaf of bread from the pantry and placed them on the counter beside the stove. Eventually, I found the cupboard that held the pans. Small pans, really small pans, big pans, medium pans. I grabbed a small pan and placed it on the stove. I prepared the eggs and poured them into the pan. When I was looking for a spatula, I smelt a burning stench. The pan of eggs were already dark brown and letting out a burning smell. I quickly took the pan off the stove and threw it into the sink, immediately running cold water over it. A muttered chuckle came behind me, I turned around angrily. But I couldn't be angry, Liam was standing there with no shirt on and in baggy toy story pants hanging around his waist, his gray boxers were on display as well as his abs. I looked at his body, finally reaching his beautiful smile. Immediately I began biting on my lip, I ran a hand through my hair, tousling it.

"Woah." I nearly whispered to myself.

"Well thank you." He said, smirking. I couldn't brink myself to stop looking at him. Jacqueline always said I had a staring problem, which I couldn't argue with but this time I really did.

"So I erm, like tried making breakfast for us and like see I can't cook to save my life. Um, I just you know thought it would be nice.." I spoke fastly, keeping my eyes locked on the stove. I turned around and pointed at the burnt eggs.

"See?" I said, keeping my head low, I mean my feels would skyrocket if I even took a glance at him. If I did, well, lets just say since he's right in front of me, I'd probably pounce on him. I heard him chuckle.

"I saw, lets go get buy some already made muffins from Walmart, none of us know how to cook." Liam said. I had completely forgot about the eggs until a figure stood in front of me and reached behind me, pushing their body against mine to turn off the water. I shut my eyes tight as Liam had his body shoving against mine.

"Er, are you okay?" A raspy voice said. I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly peeled open my eyes and saw Harry with a big cheeky smile on his face. There Liam was looking for his keys.

"Oh yes, definitely!" I lied.

"You're lying." Harry said laughing. I mentally face palmed myself. Why did my emotions have to be so damn readable?

"Okay Harry, you really wanna know?" I shuffled my feet uncomfortably and twisted my earring in circles. That has always been my nervous habit, if I had earrings in, I would spin them. If I didn't have earrings in I would tug on my earlobe. At this point Harry and Liam were both looking at me curiously. Harry nodded and Liam looked in between us.

"Well, Liam just waltzed down the stairs looking all sexy with no shirt on and messy hair, with baggy pants on. Like just shoot me, god, Liam feels."

Liam just blushed tremendously and Harry began laughing hard.

"You think that's funny, eh? Only Jacqueline would understand what I'm feeling right now. Just like she has her Harry feels." I said, I could feel myself start blushing but really I couldn't control it. I just made a fool out of myself in front of the boys. Liam was smiling cutely at me, I looked up at him and half smiled, shrugging.