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Harry helped me peel and cut up the potatoes for dinner while Paul showered. I had never cooked steaks before, but there was first time for everything...

I put some random spices that said they were for steaks on the meat, and put those and the potatoes in a casserole dish.

"Is 350 like the default setting for ovens?" Harry asked staring at the temperature dial. I shrugged. We had been arguing about this for a while now. Neither of us were sure what temperature to put the oven at. I was trying to google it, but it wasn't going so well...

"Maybe we should just leave it and see what happens," I suggested, closing the laptop in frustration. Why was cooking so hard?

Harry nodded, sliding the dish in the oven hesitantly.

"Hey, if it burns, we could always order from that pizza place again, right?" I rolled my eyes at my brother. He'd been trying to convince me to get this ridiculously meaty pizza for days now.

I'd bought it once, by accident, and Harry was addicted.

"How's dinner going?" I rolled my eyes as Paul entered the kitchen. He was rubbing a towel through his hair, still wearing the same clothes as before. I'd have to convince him to buy new ones before he left.

"Good! I think..." Harry frowned at the oven. Paul looked at the oven too. He shook his head before going over and increasing the heat.

"It should be done in an hour or so." Harry and I glanced at each other before looking at Paul. He shrugged. "I used to have a lot of spare time on my hands." He glanced at me and I looked away.

The kitchen was submerged into an awkward silence as his words hung in the air.

"Hey Paul, want me to show you where the game room's gonna be?" Harry broke the silence first. I wanted to stop him, they might end up in the pool again, but I didn't want to have to make awkward conversation.

So I let them go then sat in the kitchen, by myself.

It took them about five minutes to jump in the pool.

I shook my head, getting up to go yell at them

It was like having two Harry's in the house.

"Harold Daniels..." My voice trailed off as Paul got out of the pool. He smiled at me sheepishly, but I couldn't move. I didn't think I was breathing anymore.

I liked it better when he wore his shirt in the pool.

"Kells?" Harry frowned at me. I looked at him, trying to distract myself.

"Uh, I'm going to order some pizzas. The steak's taking too long," I muttered feebly, looking for an excuse to go back inside. I think I was hyperventilating.

"Awesome! Want us to come in-?"

"No!" I answered quickly, backing up. "You two have fun." I ran back to the kitchen. I splashed cold water on my face to get rid of the annoying blush I could feel crawling up to my face.

"Kelly?" Crap.

I kept my head hung over the sink for a couple more seconds, trying to pull myself together. I grabbed a tea towel from the counter beside before turning to face Paul.

I dabbed at my face carefully, trying to buy myself as much time as possible.

"Yes?" He smirked. Damn it, he was still shirtless.

"You okay?" He shrugged; his muscles rolled seductively in his should-. No! "You looked kind of blue for a second."

My head was pounding. "I'm fine," I breathed, turning back to the sink. "Don't tell me you left my brother out there alone?" I asked, trying to distract him.

"No, he went upstairs. Are you sure you're okay Kell?" I felt him move closer and flinched.

"I have to go order a pizza." I excused myself from the kitchen and ran to find Harry's phone.

I sat outside on the cement by the pool while I called the pizza parlour. It was starting to get cool outside, maybe I could clear my head.

"Yeah, hi. Could I have a medium Extreme Meat Lovers, a medium cheese and..." I glanced behind me to where Paul was watching from the living room. "Three large pepperonis. Thanks." I hung up after confirming my address and phone number. Twenty minutes they said.

I sighed, getting up. I really didn't want to go back inside.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I nodded.

"I'm fine Paul, really. Stop worrying." I smiled and he frowned at me, suspicious.

"I can't stop worrying. Trust me, I've tried." His eyes tightened, and he looked away; like he'd just confessed a huge crime to me.

I stared at him for a second, deciding if I was curious enough to cause another awkward conversation.

"Why?" I asked finally. He looked at me again, smiling wistfully.

"You know, sometimes I forget that you...forget. It's weird having to tell you about things that you were there for." He stopped and I resisted the urge to punch him. Some part of my brain was telling me that was a bad idea. But no one had spoken about my memory thing so bluntly before. I wasn't sure how to react.

"Weird," I scoffed. I turned away from him, looking for an excuse to end the conversation.

"If I was smart, I'd keep some things to myself. Maybe it's a good thing you forgot." I froze.

"Like what?" I whispered, still not looking at him. He sighed.

"Like when I avoided you for a whole week, but watched your every move. Like when I broke both your hands because I was being stupid. Like the first time I tried to tell you about imprinting, and messed up royally. Like when instead of telling you that I loved you in the airport before you left, I just ran away, like the coward I've been in the last month." He sighed again.

Everything he had just told me was all very interesting, and I'd be sure to question him ruthlessly about it later, but one thing he said seemed to be over ruling everything else.

"You love me?" I asked, turning around. He cleared his throat, looking away, embarrassed.

"Well..."

"Kelly! Pizza guy's here!" Harry called from upstairs. Was he spying from his bedroom window again?

Paul looked at the door gratefully, I glared at him.

"We're not done talking about this," I hissed.

He grinned.

"Didn't think we were," I sighed, but went to open the door.

"Whatever." I opened the door, handing the pizza guy a couple twenties, taking the pizza boxes from him and closing the door again.

"You should really watch your spending," Paul scolded, following me to the table. Harry was already there. He'd set out a couple plates and cups, and it looked like he had already opened the box of apple juice.

"Did you get it?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, setting the boxes on the table.

"Yes, Harry, I got your fat pizza." He grinned opening the box and diving in. I grimaced. I really had to start making healthier food.

Just as I suspected, Harry finished his box of pizza within the hour, Paul finished two.

I nibbled on my second slice carefully; the amount of food being consumed in front of me was kind of disturbing. I was losing my appetite.

When the boys decided to have a burping contest, I gave up. I pushed away from the table, taking my glass and plate with me to the kitchen.

"What? Are we too much for you?" I flinched. Paul put his dishes in the sink before turning to raise an eyebrow at me. I set my shoulders, determined not to get distracted.

"You said you loved me?" His smile wavered.

"Did I?" He turned to the sink.

"Paul."

"I did." His voice dropped. "I do." He shrugged. "Does it matter?" I sighed, facing the sink as well. It was easier to talk about this if I didn't have to look at him.

"Of course it does," I muttered, slightly offended.

He scoffed. "Why?"

"Because, well... Because I-,"

"Because you love me too?" I scowled.

He took my hand and I turned to face him.

He learned towards me, his lips turning up into a smirk when my heart reacted.

"Kelly," he whispered. "I love you." I gulped.

"I, I lo-,"

"Don't you guys want anymore pizza?" Paul took a step away from me, glaring at my brother.

He stood in the doorway, grinning smugly.

"What? Did I interrupt something?" Paul growled, picked up a towel and threw it at him, before chasing him out of the kitchen.


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