Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 1

"Yes!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes." Niall says again, his eyes bulging as he stares directly at Harry.

"No." Harry replies and brings his glass of wine to his mouth, taking a sip while staring back at his best friend with a raised eyebrow.

Pouting, Niall crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Hazza." He drags the word. "Yes! Please. Just one night." He starts pleading.

"Nope." Harry says definitely.

"But why not?" Niall wants to know. He takes his place in front of the curly haired man- staring him down as he waits for an answer.

"I just don't feel like it, Ni." Harry says, shrugging as he brings the glass back to his mouth, taking another sip of wine.

"But you need to." Niall says, his voice pleading. "You need to get out or you will never get laid."

As soon as these words leaves Niall's mouth, Harry chokes on his wine and he spits it out. "Whoa!! Excuse me? You want me to go out so I can get laid?"

"Yes. It's been more than a month since you've broken up with him, and all you do is work. You've become such a bore." Niall says, pouting.

"Well if you're trying to get me to go out with you, then telling me that I'm a bore, is not really helping your argument Ni." Harry replies with raised eyebrows.

The thing is. Harry is well aware of the fact that he doesn't go out with his friends anymore. It's not like he doesn't want to go out with them, it's just that he doesn't want to go out with them and maybe run into him.

Him as in Daniel. The man he's been in love with for the past year and three months. The man who he thought was his endgame. The man who he learned, a little over a month ago, did not see him as same when he found him balls deep in his personal assistant.

Yup, that man.

He has no desire to run into him, especially after he's had a few wines. Nope, not in a million years will that be a good idea.

"How are you ever going to give me godchildren if you don't put yourself out there." Niall pipes up, Harry's eyes widening at his statement.

"Ni, first of all I can assure you that sex is not everything. I certainly don't need it to be happy. I'm happy with the way my life is right now." Harry says popping his thumb in the air. "Secondly, I will have you know, that if I didn't 'work all the time'," He says using air quotes. "Neither you nor I would be living the luxurious lives we do." He continues, popping his pointer finger, and rolls his eyes when he hears Niall snorting. "Thirdly." He says, popping his middle finger. "I can adopt a baby on my own. I definitely don't need a man to do that. Besides, you're too young to be a godfather, and I'm too young to be a dad." He finishes and gulps down the last wine in his glass, before he gets up and starts walking towards the back door of his house.

"And I will have you know, that I also work, but I make time to spend quality time with my friends." Niall says loudly, causing the curly haired man to turn back around.

"Good, don't keep them waiting then." Harry is quick to reply, knowing that Niall is trying to make him feel bad.

"Ugh!" Niall groans exasperatedly. "What if the man of your dreams shows up at the club tonight?" Niall tries again, taking a different route of encouragement in order to get Harry to come out with them.

"Then give him the address to the bakery. I definitely do not want to meet the man of my dreams at a sleazy club. I'd rather meet him somewhere I feel most comfortable." Harry is ready with another answer. He takes the wine bottle and empties it into his glass.