Once in a lifetime {h.s.} ON HOLD

13. Heartbreak Weather

I'm so sick lmaooooo
Don't eat sketchy Chinese food kids
Ok A LOT is going to happen in the next 3-4 chapters so be prepared for that

I rolled myself out of bed to get ready to meet with Harry. I had all morning to hang around the house, so I decided I wanted to cook something. Do something to shake off that crazy dream. I didn't need that following me around all day. (Considering I'm still a murderer, I'm kind of in denial.)

"I'm going to the store!" I call out to Niall, grabbing my phone to get an Uber. I was your typical morning mess, sweatpants, Ugg's, messy bun, hoodie, mug of coffee. I slapped on some mascara as well before I started to leave.

"Wait, I want to come," Niall says as I'm walking out the door.

"You need a shirt," I say. Niall walking around with his god like body on display was normal at this point. I looked downright gross compared to him. His smile, his perfect face, and his happy personality gave him a natural glow. Speaking of glow, maybe we should do those sheet masks we bought later. I had intentions of doing them last night, but I almost fell asleep in the hot tub, and Niall ended up tucking me into my bed. I was exhausted.

Niall turns around and jogs to his bedroom, before returning in a dark blue tshirt.

"You're going to freeze," I say, turning and grabbing his keys off the hook by the door.

"I'll be fine."

I shake my head and we get into the car.

"So what are we getting at the store?" Niall asks, fiddling with the rings on my finger, my hand in his.

"Strawberry cake mix." Strawberry cake brings me good, happy memories. "Harry is picking me up at 12:30."

"Are you excited to meet with him?"

"I think I might puke." I wasn't sure how paps would react to me and Harry going out together. I'm mostly known as the whore who flirted with Louis and is now dating Niall. I would probably be seen as the whore who messed around with all members of One Direction.We've repeatedly denied our relationship, but me and Niall do live together, so we kinda set ourselves up for that. I honestly don't know what to think about it, but it probably won't end well. I love Niall, but Harry makes me feel like a middle school crush and being deeply in love with someone at the same time.

"You'll do fine," Niall says, parking the car and opening my door for me. We walk into the store and try to get our shopping done quickly before anyone finds out we're here. After we buy all the things we need, Niall knocks over a whole stack of boxes of cinnamon toast crunch that was piled up higher than him. We heard a shout and sprinted for the door, panting as we drove away.

"Second day in a row we've had to run away from the store," I say through heavy inhales and exhales. We drive back home, singing heartbreak weather and on my own at the top of our lungs. I like that Niall can listen to his own Songs. I can't.

I run inside, bursting with excitement. Music and cooking go hand in hand in my book. Both are relaxing and things I am good at. Only, cooking is easier to fuck up, and it's a mess, whereas with music if I mess up I can just start the song over and to clean up I usually hang up my guitar and put away some amps. Which explains why I devote more time to music than baking.

"I invited Louis over. You might want to hurry up and make that, because if he shows up while you're cooking you know it will be chaos," Niall says, getting eggs and milk out of the fridge.

"Sounds like fun," I reply. I dig around the kitchen for a bowl. I had only lived here for a few days, so it took me a minute to find things. Eventually I found one and poured the cake mix into it. I was definitely not an expert baker, so I didn't mind using box cakes. Niall cracks the eggs and adds the other ingredients while I look for a spoon. I stir the batter while Niall stands behind me with his arms around my waist. One thing I noticed, even before we lived together, was that we were always touching in some way. Any time we were together, which was a lot, he had his arms around me, or my hand in his, or even our arms or legs touching. It was comforting, and it made me feel safe and happy. He eventually pulls away and starts looking around the kitchen.