Little Lady// LT

I quickly skipped up the steps to the door and back into the house. It's almost eight so I needed to get back before Dani woke up. Yes, I when out for a walk this morning. It was surprisingly warm but I was wearing shorts and vest anyways, even if it had been cold. The shorts were down to my knees so it was OK, well they were more of cut-offs than shorts... Oh well. I went straight to the kitchen and began making breakfast. Just because I don't eat doesn't mean I don't cook. Something shone a dash of blue across the white wall so I looked around. Then I realized I was still wearing my ring. For some reason, I blushed when I noticed. I must have fell to sleep with it on and not seen it when I was getting dressed. I made myself forget about it and began making a big breakfast. There was seven of us so it had to be big, especially if Niall was there. I already knew about his appetite. I made eggs, beans, toasts, sausages, bacons, omlets and a few varieties of each of them. It was about quarter to nine when people started waking up. It was Louis who was followed immediately by Niall and Liam. They all looked like they were about to pass out but as soon as they saw me covering the table in plates, they suddenly seemed wide awake.
"How long have you been awake?" Louis asked, unsurely. I shrugged. I left the house at about half six.
"I love you" Niall muttered, practically leaping into one of the chairs and instantly began devouring the food.
"Was he on about her or the food?" Liam joked, sitting next to him.
"Both" Niall answered around a mouthful of bacon. I cringed at the sight. Louis stepped towards me and wrapped his around me again.
"Thank you. I think you just saved us from cereal!" he joked, kissing my cheek. I blushed ever so lightly.
"You're welcome" I mumbled as he released me to go and sit down. I turned around and got the sauces and stuff, putting them on the table.
"Why are there no spoons? Do you know how difficult it is to make omlets with a fork?" I demanded. Liam shuddered.
"Liam has a fear of spoons so there aren't any here. Or at our house. And we have to get rid of any at restuarants as well" Niall claimed after swallowing loudly. I suppressed my laughter and then checked the time. 08:37. Shit. I quickly fled the room and ran up the stairs to my room. I got changed as fast as I could and made myself look presentable. I put my hair into a simple pony-tail and then grabbed my phone and purse before running back down to the kitchen. Now Dani was there.
"Kat! Why didn't you remind me?!" she whined.
"What?" I took a deep breath.
"That you were going for a run?" she demanded.
"Because you were asleep. I'll see you later" I tried to talk a bit slower but it didn't work very well.
"Where are you going?" Liam asked suspiciously.
"Work. Bye!" I called over my shoulder and leaving before anyone could stop me.


I entered the house to whining and arguing.
"Kat! Is that you?" DAni yelled over it. I followed the noise to the living room. It was already a huge mess and there was a pile of people on the floor in the center of the room. My jaw dropped.
"Katherine! Stop them now! Before someone gets hurt! PLease!" she begged. I sighed and dropped my bag in the doorway. I walked over to the pile and grabbed the first leg I saw. I yanked on it and Harry rolled out, so I dragged him to the sofa and left him there. I did that a few times, to different places in the room, before they realized what was happened. Louis crawled out from the bottom of the pile and tried to run out of the room but I grabbed his shirt to stop him. They all stood up awkwardly and looked down. I pushed Louis to stand next to them. I crossed my arms over my chest and scanned over them all.
"What happened?" I asked calmly. They all began bickering so I quickly silenced them. "Actually, I don't wanna know. Why is the living room wrecked?" I changed the question. They all looked around in surprise and then dropped their heads in shame. "Where is Liam?" Still no answer.
"They started fighting over something and then this happened. Liam left not long after you" Dani finally answered.
"M'kay. Clean this up guys" I ordered, taking a step away from them.
"But I didn't do anything!" Zayn argued.
"That explains why you were fighting with them as well" I agreed sarcastically.
"That was Niall's fault!" he claimed. I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. All of you will clean this up. Then you can have tea" I reasoned.
"We can just order take away!" Louis pointed out. I put my hands up in surrender.
"I guess I won't give you the cake I made then" I lied. I haven't even made a cake.
"So?" Harry tried to sass.
"She made breakfast" Niall whispered. He stopped short.
"Really? That was you?" He asked incredulously. I nodded.
"Better get started" I suggested, leaving the room. I picked up my bag on the way out and Dani's laughter rang in my ears. She followed me into the kitchen and leaned against the table.
"Have you even made a cake?" she giggled.
"No. I'd better get started. Can you make tea for me please?" I asked casually. She nodded so we silently began making everything. I made a microwave cake because they're faster to make than a proper oven one. I left that to cool down and began making the icing whilst Dani was cooking.
"What's for tea?" I asked.
"Stir-fry. They way you taught me to make it" she giggled. Yes, I taught her how to cook some stuff.
"Awesome" I agreed. I might actually have some of it this time.
"Kat" she began worryingly.
"What?" I stopped and put the spatula down to look at her. She sighed.
"I don't want to bring it up but ...... you know your stomach?" she asked awkwardly. I grinned.
"I am three weeks clean baby!" I cheered. She sighed in relief and ran over to hug me.
"I'm so proud of you! I know how difficult it is to stop!" she lied. She would never know how hard it is for me to not ruin myself further. I leaned away and gave her my best fake smile.
"It's been a lot easier this time" I lied in return. She smiled genuinely and went back to the food.
"That great. I just needed to know because of the situation"
"You make it sound like I'm gonna shower with him!" I complained. She went silent. "Dani!" I yelled. "That's disgusting!" she started giggling uncontrolably.
"I was joking!" she teased. I began spreading more icing across the cake.
"Kathy!" Someone yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes and put the spatula back in the bowl of icing before going to the sound. My eyes widened. Wow. They had done pretty well, seeing as it'd only been about half an hour.
"Kathy! What should we do about that?" Louis pointed at a pile of shattered ..... I think it was glass. My conversation with Dani flashed in my mind, making me shudder. But I pushed away the thoughts.
"I'll be back in a sec" I quickly left the room and went to the kitchen. "WHat do you put smashed glass in before putting it in the bin?" I asked Dani.
"A thick bag, or a spare box if you have one" she suggested. I have loads of spare boxes.
"Thanks" I left the kitchen again and went up to my room. I got a small box and then rushed down to the living room. They were still cleaning up little bits around the room so I moved around them and began putting the glass in the box silently. They were chatting about random stuff but they gladly didn't call on me. I had almost finished but it was just my look to accident cut my palm a bit. Fuck. I put the last piece of glass in the box and stood up, holding the box. I was about to leave but my hand was bleeding really bad. Fuck still. I held it up to look at it but Louis noticed.
"Are you OK?" he asked. Well yeah, I'm perfectly fine. I nodded and went to leave the room. I put the box on the table in the kitchen and rushed over to the sink. "Kathy?" he sounded really nervous. I turned on the cold tap and put my hand under it.
"Is everyone wearing shoes in the living room?" I ignored his question.
"I don't think so, why?"
"Please can you hoover the whole floor and then I'll tell you" I claimed. I probably wouldn't tell him.
"M'kay" Then he got side tracked. "Is that the cake you made?" he asked like a child. I moved slightly so I could see what he was looking at.
"Yeah. DOn't touch it, or the icing" I warned him.
"WHy not?!" he whined.
"You may lose a hand" Dani over exaggerated.
"I'm not that bad!" I argued.
"I thought you were making tea" Louis commented.
"No. I'm holding my hand under a tap" I teased.
"You know what I mean"
"It doesn't matter anyways. She taught me how to do it" Dani claimed. "She's making that cake she lied about making already" she grassed on me.
"I'm telling the others!" he joked.
"Fine. I know who isn't licking the icing bowl when I'm finished with it" I mocked him. His arms were suddenly around my waist.
"I was joking! I promise! Please forgive me! I would never tell them that! I love you!" he joked making me giggle.
"Enough of that! If you shut up then I'll give it to you!" I promised. He shut up but didn't let go.
"Aw! Look at the couple!" Dani cooed making me blush lightly.
"I make this relationship look goooooood" Louis teased.
"I second that. Excuse me" I pushed him slightly out of the way and grabbed a towel from inside the cupboard. Yes, I know where everything is now. I checked everything this morning. I put it against my palm and began to walk away.
"Where are you going?" DAni asked.
"To get a bandage" She nodded, knowing that I have loads of them in my room. I fall over a lot. I rushed up the stairs and straight to my room. A lot of the towel was red already so I sped up. I got a box out from under my bed and took the lid off carelessly. Bandages. Right on top. I got one out and immediately started wrapping my hand. It only took a few seconds. Then I put everything away and carried the bloody towel back to the kitchen. When that was in the washer, I went back to the cake. It didn't take long for me to finish, it was about the same time as Dani.
"Finished!" Niall yelled form the living room. I put a big bowl over the cake (upside down) and then went to inspect.
"Did you all check the bottom of your feet for glass?" I asked. They all did quickly and then stood in a line.
"Can we have tea now?" Niall asked hopefully.
"Yes. Walk, don't run" I've got these bitches whipped. Figuratively. They strode out of the room and straight to the kitchen table. I moved the box of glass into the recycling bin and helped Dani serve up. We did that as fast as we could and I got a very small portion. Dani watched happily as I actually ate the whole thing as well. They all talked about random stuff whilst I purposely stayed out of the conversation until they were finished. I gathered up the dishes and put them to one side.
"Who's hungry enough for pudding?" I asked softly. They all put their hands up straight away so I went over to the cake and took the bowl off the top. They went silent.
"You did not just make that" Liam stated in disbelief.
"I did. Do you still want some?" I teased. He nodded slowly making me grin. It was a chocolate cake with thick chocolate icing and chocolate filling, I think he might take that back later. I got out six bowls and then served that as well. I gave them all out separately so when I got to Louis I gave him the icing bowl too.
"How come he gets the icing bowl!?" Niall whined.
"Because I said that if he shut up that I would give it to him. SO he shut up" I claimed quietly.
"Thanks love" Louis thanked me before licking the bowl. Everyone burst out laughing and I giggled. I began to clean up from the meal whilst everyone ate.
"Aren't you having any?" Zayn asked quietly. I shook my head, not turning to him as I washed the side. "Why not?" Nosey bitch.
"I'm kinda full from tea" I claimed thruthfully.
"But you hardly ate anything" he argued. I didn't want to tell him why.
"That's because I was snacking as I made the cake" I lied. I was soo glad that Dani wasn't listening. She'd probably start yelling at me that 'lying is wrong and never appropriate and wrong' and all of that shit. I'm not really in the mood for that. I quickly dried the sides and then leaned against it to watch the others. Not like a stalker but like a mother. This lot are gonna be like my new family or something. Great. I shuddered at the thought of being a mother. I wouldn't be able to do it. Ever. I'm not built to be a mum. And then there is my fear of ending up like my Mother. She was such a bitch. I would rather die than end up like her but there is always the possiblity. The thoughts of her and what she did began circling around my mind. The urge to vomit slapped me so I tried to distract myself, get rid of the thoughts. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't wash the dishes because I would probably break something so I put them in the dishwasher. I couldn't cook anything else because everyone is full and I would probably end up accidentally burning myself on the cooker or something. I couldn't talk to people because my voice would crack and I'd start crying. I dropped my gaze as my fingers started tapping on the counter. The flash of blue happened again so my eyes flickered to my hand. I was still wearing the ring. No. Just no. I can't do this. I bit my lip so that I wouldn't sob as I turned to my right. The table was behind me to the left so I moved in such a way that they wouldn't see my face. I fled the room quickly and then around the house. I didn't want to go to my room because ...... I just didn't want to. Yet I still found myself on that floor. I searched for somewhere to go but only found boring rooms that I didn't want to be in. The theater room seemed plain at the minute. Tomorrow I probably won't leave it but for now, I am a bit repulsed by the thought of being so close to someone's face. Then I remembered the set of stairs I didn't go up earlier. My feet led me to the bottom so my eyes could trail up them - one by one. It was a short set of stairs withe a door at the top so I cautiously crept up them to the door. The tears I'd cried were making me shake as I rested my hand on the handle. I slowly eased it open and saw that there was a corner to get into the room. I turned the corner and was half-expecting something scary to be up there but it was empty. There was nothing there but one thing. The piano. I gasped quietly and wiped my cheeks quickly. I love pianos! So I quietly closed the door behind me and stole across the length of the room to it. The keys were covered but the main body of it was open. Yes, it was a grand piano. I sat down softly on the seat and let the soft leather sink beneath my weight. My back was facing the door but I didn't care. Mother wasn't down in the house to come up behind me and surpise me. She's gone. Far away. In a prison in the other side of the country. And that's how I liked it. My fingers grazed the side of the smooth piano before lifting up the bit that covered the keys. It didn't make any sound which was unusual. I guess this one was bought specially for this house. This house. My eyes flickered to my hand again so more tears spilt over. Great. I didn't wipe my cheeks again as my fingers placed themselves onto the keys. I quietly played the chords to River Flow In You. It's a beautiful piece of music. So I began to play it softly. I love it. My tears didn't stop but I just ignored them until the piece was over. After that I realized that I didn't want to play, yet I couldn't stop myself from playing Daddy afterwards. I had a ring on one hand and a bandage around the other. Not something that I particularly want to look at when I'm trying to stop crying. Suddenly, my hands went flat on the keys and made that God-awful sound so I quickly lifted them up again and spun around. Louis was stood in the doorway smiling.
"So-sorry" I stuttered, reclosing it. I was about to stand up but he rushed over and sat with me.
"It's OK, I don't mind" he promised. Whatever. "Why are you crying?" he asked softly as he wiped my cheeks. Lie, lie, lie!!!
"My hand hurts" Great lying Kat! You're so good at this he might actually believe you! Note the sarcasm. He chuckled for some reason and picked it up from the seat.
"You never did tell me what you did" he reminded me.
"I-I accidentally cut it when I was picking up the glass" At least I wasn't lying anymore.
"Sorry. I thought you'd be the one person in the house who could do it without hurting yourself" he claimed jokingly. I didn't react as he unraveled the carefully done bandage. It was still bleeding lightly making him cringe. So I snatched my hand back and put the gauze back on. Then he sighed, dropping his hands.
"I didn't know you could play the piano" he changed the subject casually.
"YOu never asked" I mumbled.
"Can you play something for me?" he gave me his puppy-dog eyes making me smile weakly.
"No" I breathed.
"PLease! Pwease!" he begged in a baby-voice making my smile widened a bit.
"No. I can't play very well" I whispered, looking away from him awkwardly.
"It sounded fine to me. What were you playing?" he asked with that perfect smile of his.
"It's called Daddy. It's by Emeli Sande" I answered insecurely. I don't even know why I was so nervous.
"Oh. What else can you play?" he questioned further.
"Lots. Adele, Emeli Sande, Ed Sheeran, Demi Lovato, the list goes on" I may be able to play them, but that doesn't mean I can play them very well. Oh well, that's not what he asked.
"Really? Can you play anything by the Fray?" he asked excitedly.
"Look after you, how to save a life, I know the piano version of heartless" I claimed still felling awkward.
"Will you play look after you for me please?" he asked in a posh tone.
"Where is everyone? It's rude to leave them like this" I went to stand up but he grabbed my shoulders and kept me sat down.
"They went home. Dani went with Liam" he answered quickly. "PLease play for me?!" he begged again. I sighed and knocked his hands off my shoulders. Then I opened the piano again and rested my fingers on the right keys. I began to play it slowly and he smiled, watching my hands. Then he began to sing it quietly as well. About half-way through the song I stopped. He kept going for a moment before realizing that I had stopped.
"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly. My tears had finally dried so I could smile properly.
"So-sorry. I just wanted to hear you sing. I've ne-never heard your sing before" I was still suttering though. He grinned.
"I've never heard you sing before" he replied cheekily.
"And you never will" I promised. I suddenly felt really bloated and sick just as a wash of fatigue hit me. "I'm gonna go to bed. Sleep well" I was fast to re-close the piano top and then flee the room. I heard him sigh but ignored it. I'm always like this. He should know that by now, I don't get close to people fast. I rushed to my room and got changed before remembering that me and Dani left all of my bedding in the theater room last night. SO I went to get it.

I don't know what happened after that, I must have fallen asleep instead of going back to my room. Whoops.

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