Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Chocolate pancakes anyone?

Rosalie's POV

When we reached the kitchen we found Liam and Ashley staring into each other's eyes. I guess we interrupted something personal huh? Well, there's only one way to handle a situation like this - with tact and-

"ASHLEY!" Aria screeched. "Do you want a hot chocolate?"

Ashley and Liam jumped apart and spun towards us, both looking flustered.

"Uh, what? I mean - sure! That'd be great," Ash stammered. Aria grinned and turned towards Liam.

"And how about you handsome sir?" I noticed Ash blushing when Aria said 'handsome', but Liam was cool, calm and collected as he replied: "That'd be great thank you Aria."

Aria hummed as she started pulling out bowls and ingredients. I wandered over to a bag she'd thumped down on the kitchen counter. "Uh, Aria? Why do we need flour for hot chocolate?"

"Well obviously that's for the pancakes," she said, giggling. "Who'd put flour in hot chocolate? Honestly! The absurdity of it!"

My irritation with her was overwhelmed by the idea of having pancakes for breakfast. "PANCAKES!" I screamed, jumping up and down excitedly. I noticed Liam and Ashley covering their ears and wincing - I wasn't that loud was I?

Suddenly Aria screamed, a hundred times louder than me, "LIA GREY! YOU GET YOUR LAZY BUTT DOWN HERE AND HELP ME MAKE BREAKFAST, OR I WILL PERSONALLY DRAG YOU OUT OF WHATEVER CUPBOARD YOU AND HARRY ARE HIDING IN!"

I stared at her, and not just because she'd burst my eardrums. Lia and Harry? In a closet?! Together?!!!

But... Lia doesn't like Harry... does she?

 Lyra's POV

I was hanging around trying not to watch Louis as he watched TV when I heard Aria screaming. Something about Lia and Harry? In a closet?! But why would they- oh I see...

Lia must have ambushed Harry and dragged him into a closet. I was wondering how long it would take her to attempt to murder him, seeing as all she's done for the last few days is shoot him these intense, smoldering looks.

I sighed, I guess I'd better go find them before Harry ended up dead - Louis probably wouldn't like that. I whacked my hand to my forehead. Don't think that way Lyra! Who cares what Louis thinks? I ignored the little voice inside my head that was saying: I do.

I was about to head upstairs when Lia nearly ran into me. "Lia! Where have you been? Is Harry with you? You haven't killed him have you?" I said disapprovingly.

She stared at me. "What? No! Why would you-? Oh, nevermind. I heard Aria screaming at me - what's going on?"

I grinned. "You've been recruited to help make breakfast! Or at least, I think that's what Aria said, I was kinda busy staring at Lou- I mean... I was, um,  distracted and couldn't hear too well..." I coughed and avoided Lia's eyes, hoping she wouldn't notice my slip of the tongue.

I was staring at her feet when I suddenly noticed she was dripping water everywhere. "What the-? Why are you so wet?!"

I stared at Lia in shock as she blushed bright red. Lia doesn't blush! Lia punches people in the face who try to make her blush!

"There were these spiders, and this bath tub, and uh... let's go make breakfast shall we!" She mumbled, and dashed off before I could ask her what the hell was going on.