It Started With A DM ~ A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

CHAPTER 12: 13th of March

[A/N 1: I, obviously, do not own any of the dresses or designs shown in this chapter, nor does the photography credit belong to me. All credits to whoever made these marvels. Also, I really liked them, if any of my wonderful readers prefer something else, please imagine them here. Thanks ❤]

[A/N 2: The video attached is a throwback to 10 YEARS OF ONE DIRECTION!]

[A/N 3: WELCOME BACK!!!!!]

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[FLASHBACK:

Although I knew before, I was now sure that even though Harry was a celebrity, he had a beautiful heart inside him, and that he really cared about me.

And also, that I was slowly falling in love with my Celebrity crush.

"Hello? Earth to Kaps?!" I realised that I had zoned out. "Are you ok?"

"Yup, never better," I replied, and slowly leaned in to kiss him again.

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And, no, we didn't do anything more than that. It was just us kissing and then saying goodbye and going to bed in our respective rooms.]

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Pancakes. 

The morning air was filled with the sweet fragrance of pancakes. Wonder who made them?

That's when it struck me that Harry was here. Oh shit! 

I quickly changed out of my PJs into a comfy set of casuals. (A/N: Imagine your own attire plz). When I walked out of my room, the smell of pancakes and eggs filled my nose again and I couldn't help but sigh contently, almost inaudible. Yet, it didn't go unnoticed by the handsome man in 'Kiss the Cook' apron. Did he really bring THAT apron with him? 

"You are staring," came the raspy voice of The Harry Styles. 

"I-I wasn't staring," I replied, looking anywhere but at him.

"It's alright, you know. I don't blame you for admiring a work of art, now, can I?" he sassily replied, taking off the apron and placing it on the counter. 

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Haz. Speaking of that, did you sleep well? Was the bed comfortable?" I asked him while bringing out two mugs and pouring coffee in them. 

"Ya, I did. Thanks. Now tell me how these pancakes taste, will ya?"

One word for it: Delicious. I have had a lot of pancakes since I moved out of my parents' house, making them myself or making my previous roommate do it for me, but this? This was perfection. I closed my eyes and moaned at the taste (A/N: bring our minds out of the gutter, you guys!). 

"It's amazing Harry. Thanks."

"Glad you liked them," he said with a chuckle, biting onto his own pancake. "Mm, so our flight is at 4:00, so you have enough time to go to the boutique and get yourself that dress."

"Oh, I completely forgot about it. I'll call Ash and Arthy and let them know about the change of plans," and I left the kitchen island to put my plate in the dishwasher and go call my two best friends. 

Gosh, another dressing haul where I have to try out dresses that don't deserve to be worn by me! 

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