The Muffin Man ✓

Mr. and Mrs. Styles

Thursday evening, 10:30 pm.

"Baby," Harry called from his bathroom. "You got any floss? I ran out."

"Check my medicine cabinet." Emma called back from hers.

Harry groaned in disgust. "Aw come on, why can't you check?"

"I'm in the tub, sweetie. You know I have to have my bubble bath every night. I had a rough day at work, I need to relax. That bakery was so busy, it never stopped."

Harry groaned again and stomped off into Emma's spacious bathroom, all pink and frilly and just ugh.

"What's the big deal?" Emma lay in the tub with bubbles to her chin. Her hair was piled on her head. "Just go in there and grab some."

"There's too much girly stuff in here," he grumbled as he slid the door of the medicine cabinet open. "Your birth control pills and your monthly stuff. It's like Tampon Country here."

"Oh, so sorry," she replied. "I have to use all of that because, oh wait, I'm a girl."

Harry closed it shut, then remembering what he wanted to talk about sat on the edge of the tub.

"Did you want to join me?" Emma asked with a wicked smile. She raised a soapy foot to his chest, sliding it around. "There's plenty of room here. Hope it's not too girly for you."

Harry was tempted but first things first. He had to take care of business. "In a sec. Did you think about my idea?"

Now it was Emma's turn to groan. "Come on, we talked about that before."

"It's a good idea."

"It's a bad idea. I am not starting our own pot garden. Especially not in the bakery."

"Why not?" Harry said, rubbing her foot that was now propped on his lap. "Come on, sweetness, this is the perfect time to break with A. You said so yourself."

"Not that way," Emma shook her head. "I don't know, it's too risky."

"We can do this," Harry insisted. "Think about it. We grow our own product, and keep the profits for ourselves. No more splitting the money and no more A."

Emma scoffed. "Yeah right. Niall and Arie did the same thing and look at them. Broke as hell, on probation and scrubbing other people's toilets. No thank you."

Harry laughed. "Please, the Horans are idiots. They let themselves get caught cause they're not as smart as we are. We've never been caught."

"But we agreed that we wouldn't do that." she said. "It's too much of a risk having that kind of activity in our bakery."

Harry moved closer to his wife. He took her hand and held it between his. "Baby," he looked into her eyes. "There is no better place than in our bakery. It has that basement that's deep underground. It's perfect for growing our own stuff."

Emma looked a little interested. "Yeah?"

"I'm telling you, all we need are some lights, some garden tools and we're good to go."

Emma sighed. "I don't know. Can't we do it somewhere else? I don't want our bakery getting busted. We worked too hard on that."

"No, that's the only place I know that has that basement. It's perfect. And what's the big deal anyway? We're already laundering money through it."

Emma thought about what he said. Harry did make good sense.

"If you're worrying about getting busted," Harry went on. "We can set up some kind of alert system. Like for when I'm down there tending the garden and the cops decide to pay a surprise visit." He squeezed her hand. "You don't have to worry about a thing, sweetness. Just leave it to me."

"Should we bring in Niall and Arie? They're the experts at growing. They grew their own product."

It was Harry's turn to scoff. "Hell to the no. I'm not sharing shit with them." He put his arm around her soapy shoulders. "How else are we going to afford our lifestyle if we have to share our profits? I want to get the latest Porsche."

Emma smiled. She did love her Manolos and Jimmy Choos.

Harry kissed her temple. "So what do you say?"

"Okay," Emma relented. "Let's do this shit."

"Great," He kissed her. "You won't regret it, I promise."

"I better not." She kissed him back. "Or I'm gonna kick your ass."

"Uh oh," he said. "Guess I better not screw up."

They kissed again.

"It is a good idea though." Emma said.

"I know, right?"

Later Harry went to the bedroom, wearing nothing but his boxers. He couldn't wait to get started on his new business venture. There was so much to do, he had to get the equipment and get the basement together. This was so exciting.

Most people liked to relax with a drink after a long day. The Styles preferred a little grass.

Harry went to the secret compartment on the floor by the bed. He pulled it open and took out a blue bong and a Ziploc bag filled with pot.

Harry sat on the bed and set up everything before lighting up. He put his mouth into the opening of the bong and inhaled deeply.

"Save some for me, baby." Emma called from the bathroom.

"Got you covered." he croaked back.

Harry leaned back against the headboard and exhaled. Already he could feel his head floating away. Wow! Best stuff ever. This was going to sell big time.

Harry took another drag and forgot everything he was thinking.

He heard some scratching and cursing at the window. He turned around. Heeyyy. It was that head that looked just like Niall.

"Heyyyy," he pointed. "You're that. . .headless. . .head. . .thingy. . .whatever." he laughed.

"Hey, Harry," the head said. "Can we talk?"