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𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗝𝗨𝗜𝗖𝗘 ! ✿⎯⎯
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 he meets the most
perfect person he's ever had
the chance to be acquainted
with and yet fate keeps
playing it's game with them.
𝐎𝐑
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 harry styles meets
darlene wi...
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𝕯arlene hums mixing the pancake batter with Young and Beautiful playing on her phone happily resting on the counter.
She bobs her head from side to side, right hand moving in circular motions mixing the ingredients in an efficient manner as her head remains lost in Lana Del Rey's voice, every part of her brain focusing on the task at hand and the soothing comfort that Lana's voice brings her.
She's so lost in her thoughts that she doesn't here the sound of bare feet padding on the marbled floor as they approach her from behind.
Two arms wrap around her waist and immediately, she shrieks out.
The hand blender almost frees itself from her clutch and her eyes grow wide wide at the sudden touch.
"Woah, woah. It's just me. Calm down", Harry steps back hands raised up in surrender.
She turns to face him with a temporary snarl while her right hand holds up the hand blender as a weapon.
How to Kill Someone with a Hand Blender.
That sounds like a good title for a debut novel.
"What is wrong with you!", she shakes her head putting her 'weapon' down and sighing out in relief.
"I was trying to be romantic! It's not my fault you're so....so jumpy", his waves his hands around with a pout.
Darlene, in an instant, bursts out laughing.
"Yeah, okay. Maybe next time, don'ttry being romantic with a person who's dedicated her entire life to true crime?", she snickers quietly.
Harry tries to act infuriated but really, he's only a little embarrassed if anything.
And he has to admit, it is kinda funny.
"You're tasteless. I can't believe I can't touch my girlfriend anymore", he shakes his head pretending to be disappointed.
"Sucks for you, does it look like I care?", she plasters a fake smile on her face.
"Well, you certainly seemed to care last night so.....", he shrugs.
Next thing he knows, he has a blob of pancake batter running down the side of his face.
Harry gasps at a giggling Darlene.
"And that is what you get for trying to be smart with me. Never try it again, Styles", she warns.
"You know I hate you, right?", he wipes off the semi-liquid curling his lips to hide the grin already begging to show.
"Hmm. That the reason you woke up in my bed today?".
"I am an opportunist".
"Good for you. Now shoo, I'm trying to make breakfast".
"Trying?".
"Harry, shoo", her tone is full of warning as she gestures the hand blender in the direction of the living room.
"Okay", he finally backs up, this time with a wide smile.
*** when you're dying of period cramps you surprisingly swoon over every little thing, so slay 🤩
