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Chapter 24

‘My hand is actually going to break off’ I complain as I walk up the stairs of the apartment block.

‘You’re the one who wanted to walk’ harry exclaims

‘I didn’t know we were gonna get this much’ I try to defend myself but my argument isn’t very valid.

Once I reach the door and let out a sigh of relief and drop the sic bags I was carrying, along with Harry.

Huffing a bit I reach into my bag and take out the keys ‘I’m just happy we made it home’ I say and harry nods while humming, obviously to worn out to reply.

I laugh as I walk through the door with the bags ‘a bit tired styles? I thought you were a bit fitter than that’

‘I hate physical activity’ he replies as he places he bags on the kitchen floor.

I laugh and lean against the kitchen bench as he smiles at me.

Harry starts slowly walking towards me with a small smile on his face; knowing exactly what he’s going to do I bit my lip.

He continues to stare at me and takes another step forward; as he takes another he stumbles and trips over the plastic bag on the floor.

I let out a burst of laughter as he tries to compose himself while chuckling. My laugh bounces off the walls and fills the room, the whole apartment block can probably hear me but I don’t care.

He stands up in front of me with bright red cheeks, which just makes me laugh harder.

I hold my stomach as I try to calm down, ‘are you done now?’ harry asks embarrassed.

I hold out my finger signalling him to wait a second and I take deep breathes.

‘Okay I think I’m good now’ I say as I wipe my eyes.

Harry rolls his eyes and turns around to start unpacking the groceries and I do the same. Just as I pick up the first bag I hear a pair of heels walk down the hall. Mia.

She’s wearing a short black dress with heels and her hair is straightened. Without spearing me a glass she goes to open the door.

‘You going out?’ I ask her

‘It’s not like you care’ she says and before I know it the door is closed behind her.

I sigh, at least she said more than one word.

I groan and rub my hands down my face, ‘what’s up with her?’ Harry asks with a frown on his face. I sigh and cross my arms ‘we had an argument, it was my fault and now she’s not talking to me, well she is but…well you saw’

He opens the fridge and places in the milk ‘it must be serious if she’s not talking to you’

‘I know’ I say ‘I didn’t think it was a big deal but she obviously thinks it is’

He shuts the fridge and turns back around ‘what was it about?’

You.

As much as I want to tell him, I can’t, that’s not fair on him. ‘uhh, exchanging rooms’ lie.

He looks unconvinced which doesn’t surprise me, I’m the worst liar ever. He can tell I’m lying but he drops it thankfully, he knows I don’t want to talk about it. 

‘So what should we cook first?’ asks Harry.

I look at the clock and it reads 4:00 pm

‘uhhh, let’s do the baked custard first’

‘Sure, what do we need?’

I pick up the recipe and scan over the instructions, ‘first preheat the oven to 105 degrees, then we have to heat cream of the stovetop, and then we get the egg yolks, sugar, vanilla and cinnamon in a bowl and whisk    it.’

Harry nods and pulls out the ingredients to whisk together while I put the cream on the stovetop.

I let the cream simmer away and peek over at harry, ‘is everything good?’ I ask

He nods and grins, ‘the mixture tastes really good, try it’ harry dips his finger in the mixture and brings it in front of my face.

‘Harry what are doing, this isn’t fifty shades of grey’ I laugh

Harry smirks and wipes the mixture on my cheek; ‘there you go’ he smiles.

I laugh and wipe it off my cheek and onto his shirt, ‘ha!’

Harry frowns, ‘what was that for?’

‘You put mixture onto my cheek!’

Harry rolls his eyes, ‘that was nothing, this is mixture’ harry’s fingers go into the bowl and spread across my face.

‘Harry’ I squeal, ‘oh my god, you idiot!’ I laugh and harry’s holding his stomach from laughter. That little bitch.

I look over to the counter and see a couple of spare eggs on the counter, so I pick up some and brake them over harry’s head, I laugh as the shell and the yolks run down his hair and onto his face.

He stands there for a second as the egg runs down his face before he looks up at me.

‘Oh you’re gonna pay for that’ he smirks as he wipes the egg out of his eyes, ‘oh really?’ I challenge, amused.

Harry grabs me by the waist so my back is up against his chest and picks up a bag of flour, I squeal as I see him lift it over my head, ‘no harry please don’t’ I laugh as I try to get away from his grasp.

The next thing I know is white clouding my vison and all I can hear is harry’s laughter, ‘I can’t believe you did that, get out!’ I joke while trying to get the flour off me.

While still laughing Harry comes over and helps me get the flour out of my hair, ‘you’re still beautiful even though you look like Casper the ghost’ he says softly and I chuckle, ‘thanks curly’

Harry smiles at the nickname I gave him, ‘although, my curls are growing out’ he pouts, ‘soon you’ll be curls no more’ I giggle.

‘You’re adorable’ he smiles and kisses me on the top of my head, ‘I think all you got was flour H’ I laugh.

He pulls a face and makes weird movements with his mouth, ‘yeah, all I can taste is flour.’

I sigh and look at the floor around us, ‘we should clean up.’

Harry looks at the floor and sighs, ‘you’re right.’ 

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Sorry this chapter wasn't that good :/  I did it in like, 10 minutes because I have soo much homework to get through tonight and it's already 10pm. Whooops...

Next Chapter is when Lylah's parents come over!! :0  What do you think is gonna happen?

Anyway Night chnages will be updated on Thursday, so feel free to have a read of that :)

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-Belle :)