The Storm (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10 - Like Lightning

Brooke's P.O.V.

The next morning was anything but peaceful in the house. The boys were rushing around everywhere looking for every random item you could imagine. From food, to clothes, to hair products, to condoms, these boys really needed to organize. I had pretty much gotten myself ready and I was ready to leave in the evening. Since they were all busy I figured I should treat them to breakfast. I tried to use as much of the perishable food that I could so nothing would spoil while we were gone. I made myself at home on the cooking range and started making waffles. I sliced strawberries and dumped them in a bowl for the waffles. I got some bacon frying and I made ten eggs sunny-side-up. I set everything out on the table along with orange juice and whipped cream and everything else they could possibly need.

Harry was the first to walk into the kitchen.

"What on Earth smells so good?" he said, as his nose lead him into the dining room. I laughed as soon as he noticed the freshly made breakfast. He rushed over to me and engulfed me in an enormous hug. He pressed a huge kiss to the top of my head.

"I love you so much! NIALL YOUR FIANCE MADE BREAKFAST!" He called to the ceiling hoping that the boys upstairs would hear. He quickly gabbed a plate and piled it high with everything I had made.

"Where on Earth did you learn to cook like this?" he said while taking huge bites at a time.

"My father used to cook with me," I smiled remembering all the lessons my father had given me in the kitchen.

"You should get him over hear one day and he could cook us a feast," Harry told me and began eating again. I smiled sadly and looked down. If only he could. I could feel my face heating up and a tear splashed on the ground.

"Normally we don't get very good food while we're on tour, but you'll make sure that - Why are you crying?" He quickly jumped out his chair and held me in his arms. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," I said pulling away and wiping away my tears.

"Then what's the matter?" I could tell he wasn't going to drop the matter so I figured I'd best come out honest.

"Harry," I said uneasily, "My father died. About ten years ago. I understand you didn't know. Don't worry about it."

"No, no, no," he pulled me close again, "I'm sorry baby, I didn't realize, but I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm so sorry Brooke, it must be hard for you." I nodded against his chest as I felt myself crying again. He quietly sang into my ear, but I wasn't paying attention to what it was that he was singing.

"Thanks Harry," I told him and added quickly, "You're such a good friend." I noticed his face fall as we pulled away. I kissed him on his cheek where his dimple normally appears and soon it returned to his smiling face. "You should eat," I reminded him, "I'll get the rest of the boys."

"Okay," he nodded his head, "we'll talk later." He winked and laughed walking out. As I walked into the hallway with my head down I bumped into a solid chest. I fell backwards, but a hand caught me by the wrist and it's owner laughed.

"Are we always going to meet this way?" I looked up to see Niall and I laughed with him.

"Hopefully not," I'd rather not have a heart attack from nearly falling every time I see you."

"I wouldn't mind," he said, "then I could remember the first time I met he most beautiful girl in the world every time I see her."

I smiled up at him. "Bit cliche, don't you think Nialler?"

"Aww, ya caught me. Still, it's the truth, so don't hide from it. Anyways, I heard my fiance made breakfast."

I giggled, "Of course that's all you care about, don't even wish your fiance good morning." I rolled my eyes dramatically.