Harry Styles One Shots

Deep Fried Oreos (short)

A/n// Deep fried Oreos are actually really good. I love them. If you like Oreos and pancakes, you'll like deep fried Oreos, trust me. If you don't know how to make them, I'll actually describe the steps.
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"Baaaaby," Harry whined again. I was staying the night at his house. Well, more like staying the month. My mom had left to Cuba for the month, and told me I wasn't allowed to stay home by myself. So, she made me stay at Harry's. I asked why I had to come here, why he couldn't go to our house. She told me it was because we'd drink her liqour. And we would.

My mom trusts Harry because we're 'best friends'. We've been dating for over six months. Just, no one knows about it.

"Harrrrry," I whined back. "I'm borrrred." He went upside down on the couch, his head touching the floor. We were watching some reality show. I don't know why. We were just skimming through the channels when I saw Channing Tatum and I stayed on the channel.

"Then get un-bored."

"I don't know how." He kicked his feet, and groaned. "Wanna experiment?" He smirked at me. We always baked and we always tried new things. We'd mix ingredients, mix foods. We made marshmellow ice cream before. I don't remember how, but we did.

We both stood up and ran to the kitchen.

"We should make-"

"Deep fried Oreos!" We both said, looking at each other. And laughing because we thought the same thing. "You are my best friend." He put his hand on my lower back, and pushed me to him crashing his lips to mine. I smiled at he pulled away winking at me.

"Oreos," he said, putting the Oreos on the table. "Aaaaand what else?" He bit his lip. I looked in the cabinets, tapping my finger nails on the wood. "Flour- Ew no."

"Ooh, what about pancakes?" He asked, holding up the box of powder. I thought about it. "Sure, pancakes would be nice." He nodded and grabbed a bowl while I closed the cabinet.

He poured some of the white powder into the bowl and added water. When he stirred it all the way, I added two drops of vanilla extract. "Seriously, Y/n?"

"What? It'll make it sweet and taste like vanilla." He rolled his eyes and stirred in the brown liquid. I grabbed a pan that was in the oven, and checked to make sure the oil was clean. I turned on the stove, and put the pot on it. As we waited for the oil to get hot, we played Rock, Paper, Scissors.

"I won, cheater!" I said. "No, you didn't!" I rolled my eyes and flipped him off. I checked the oil, but it wasn't heated yet. So Harry decided kiss. We only passed two minutes, but the oil had been heated enough. He went to dip an Oreo in the batter but stopped. He looked in the oil with weird eyes before they went wide.

"I know you hate spiders, but this is a little extreme." He said. I gave him a look, "What?"

I looked in the pot of oil and almost screamed when I saw a spider in it. "Well, it's dead now." Harry laughed. "Ew, Harry, Harry, Harry!"

"Calm down, babe, I got it." He turned on the sink to hot, and poured the oil down the drain. "All that oil gone because you have a phobia of spiders."

"That's not why, Harry. I didn't know."

He laughed. We started over with the oil and fried half of the Oreos until they had been golden brown. I sprinkled them with powdered sugar. "On three?" I asked, picking one up.

"Like always." He said.

"One, two, three." We took s bite and chewed it. The pancake was crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside. The Oreo was gooey and soft. I hummed and closed my eyes. It was delicious.

"Every time we experiment, it always turns out amazing." He said, already grabbing another one. "Yes it does, Styles. Yes it does."