Up In My Head (Harry Styles/One Direction) [EDITING]

11. Moments

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Chapter 11

Moments

"Give me the pepper, Niall," I said and felt the spice can touch my hand. The meatballs sizzled in the frying pan on the stove, making the smell spread in the little kitchen. I poured some pepper into the mashed potatoes I was making and asked the Irish boy to get an egg from the kitchen.

"So when can we eat?" he asked and opened the fridge door. His blue eyes eyed the shelves and eventually found the eggs.

"In a few minutes," I answered him, just like I had done the past quarter. "Now, can you hand me the egg?" He smiled and gave me the egg. "Thanks. Can you set the table?"

"Sure! Where's the plates?" he asked and started open the cabins over my head. I gave him a small smile and couldn't help but laugh a little.

"I put them on the table before. Remember?" Niall looked over on the table and put on a confident smile over his confused face.

"Yeah, sure. I remember."

The Irish boy left my side by the kitchen counter of marble to set the table. He'd been hanging over my shoulder ever since I first got in to the kitchen to cook our dinner. Finally I got rid of him, I thought as I separated the yolk from the rest of the egg and poured it into the yellow potato mash. Don't think I didn't like having him there. Niall was super funny, super cute and made me want to laugh all the time. His bubbling laugh, the way he tried not laugh but then exploded anyway, was so adorable that you had to laugh with him. The way he sometimes would bend over because he was laughing so hard and would have to recover his breath for minutes afterwards made your lips curve into a smile even if you didn't want to. He just made my days a little brighter, made me think less about the fact that Harry was so damn near me all the time.

Well... At least I TRIED to think less about the fact that Harry was so... Oh, gosh! Who am I trying to fool? Harry was on my mind ALL THE TIME. And when I say all the time I mean all the time. He'd even started to visit my dreams... With a towel around his hips.

And I was blushing again. Great. Concentrate on the mashed potatoes, Jessica, my mind told me and I forced myself to pour some more spices into the bowl.

"What are we eating?" a deep voice asked in my ear and I couldn't stop my body from jumping high. I spun around to face a pair of green eyes and took a breath.

"Meatballs and mashed potatoes," I breathed I couldn't help but notice the small distance between us. I swallowed as he showed of his dimples (guys like him shouldn't be allowed to have dimples) and made my legs turn to jelly.

"Perfect. Do you want me to do anything?" he asked with a smile and I shook my head.

"No, I've got it under control. But you could check if Niall needs help with the table."

"I'm on it, boss," the curly haired guy answered with a wide smile and left me breathless in the kitchen. I mentally slapped myself a few seconds later and closed my eyes. Why did thing like this always happen to me!?

"Guys! It's dinner!" I said loud as I put the frying pan with what seemed like a million meatballs and the bowl with mashed potatoes on the table.

"Thank God! I'm starving!" Niall exclaimed and threw himself down at the table. I gave him a small smile before sitting down next to him. The blonde boy quickly reached for the frying pan and started putting meatballs on his plate.