Kidnapped

Chapter 90: Breakfast

George POV

I sat in the kitchen for the rest of the night, scrolling through my phone until my battery got low before searching the cupboards for food.

I needed some kind of comfort food right now.

My legs were still weak but I could stand with more balance than before. My body had been through worse pain so it wasn't too much to handle.

It was currently 7am, all of the boys still sleeping in the living room.

I finally decided on cooking, there wasn't much else to make unless I wanted toast again.

If I was going to make myself food, I might as well make some for the others.

I look through the tinned food and the freezer before coming to the conclusion of making an English breakfast.

There was a lot of us so I had to cook a lot of everything.

I try to be as quiet as possible as I search for trays and pans, finally finding the ones I need.

I wasn't by any means a chef but sometimes I would have to cook for the others when they decided they wanted a home cooked meal.

I guess it gave me another skill in life but I could never really be bothered to actually cook.

I open a bag of hash browns and place them on a tray, filling it as much as possible without them sitting on top of each other.

I put them in the oven, adding extra time to let the oven heat up.

I take 3 tins of beans, opening them up and putting them into a saucepan, leaving them to the side.

Considering beans don't take that long to cook, they didn't need to go on until later.

I take another tray, putting as many sausages in it as I possibly could.

I let them join the hash browns in the oven before taking out a frying pan.

I put it on the stove, adding oil to it and turning the heat up.

I get the bacon and eggs out of the fridge and put them on the counter beside me.

"Morning George" I turn around and see a sleepy Bad sit on a stool.

"Morning" I smile, opening the pack of bacon.

"How'd you sleep?" I ask, placing a couple pieces into the pan.

"Good, what're you making?"

"English breakfast, enough to go around" I smile back at him, finding a pair of tongs and keeping watch over the bacon.

"Need any help?" He asks.

"You could get plates out, there isn't really enough room left on this counter"

"Okay" I hear him get up from his chair as I turn the bacon over, making sure it doesn't spit oil at me.

"I know it's a dumb question but I take it you learnt how to cook while you were gone" He says, placing plates on the kitchen island behind me.

"Yeah, I don't do it a lot though, too much effort"

The conversation gets cut short as my phone starts to vibrate.

"Who is it?" I ask as bad looks at my phone.

I carefully place the now cooked bacon on a tray before placing another two in the pan.

"It's Ranboo?" He asks confused.

Oh yeah that's right, I haven't told them I found him yet.

I take the phone off him and place him on loud speaker next to me.