My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

Soap?

Soap?

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Jasmine's P.O.V.

"Remind me how to make pancakes?" I asked Harry.

"I'm not going to tell you how! That's cheating and you might beat me!" he exclaimed.

"Are you doubting these alleged mad skills?" I teased.

"No, I'm just worried that you'll distract me." he told me.

"How so?" I asked him.

"Because you're so beautiful." He replied, and I instantly began blushing. "That's odd, I didn't have you pegged as the quiet type."

"Only when I'm nervous." I told him. I groaned quietly, realising that I had embarrassed myself. Instant regret came over me and I shook my head, biting my lip, wanting to evaporate into the air.

"Do I make you nervous?" Harry asked me, grinning.

"Pfft, no." I denied. He gave me a look and I hung my head in shame. "Okay, yes."

He took a step towards me and lifted my head by the chin, to meet his gaze. "You make me nervous too." He admitted.

"Hmph." I grunted in disbelief.

"It's true!" he argued. "I get butterflies whenever I'm around you, I'm just good at hiding how I truly feel. But Jasmine, I've never felt this way about anyone else."

"You're such a cheese-ball." I laughed. "We met yesterday; you hardly even know me!"

"I know that. But I can feel it in my bones. It's a feeling, like this was fate." He rambled; his eyes boring into mine.

"You're so-" I retaliated.

He cut me off by kissing me. At first, I was frozen from the shock of it, but quickly began to kiss him back. It felt like we were in a movie. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine and looked down at me.

"Great. Now I'm going to be distracted." I said flatly. He grinned and kissed me again. "Now, will you please tell me how to make pancakes?"

"Okay." He chuckled. Harry walked over to the fridge and pulled out some ingredients and got the rest from the cupboard adjacent. He handed me his phone, with a recipe for pancakes and kissed me on the cheek. I followed behind him as he began to combine his ingredients in a bowl. I hugged him from behind and buried my face between his shoulder blades.

"Thank you, Harry." I mumbled.

"What for?" he asked.

"Everything." I said.

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"Don't just stand there!" I whined. "Help me get it down!"

"I wasn't he one who put it there." He chuckled, laughing at me trying and failing to reach the ceiling.

"Harry!" I exclaimed in frustration.

"Fine." He laughed, as I stared, sadly, up at the pancake stuck to the ceiling. "How did you even get it up there?"

"Never trust me with pancakes." I said.

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"So, what is going on?" Niall asked.

"Well, Jasmine and I had a little argument in the kitch-"

"So, no Jarry?" Louis asked sadly.

"There wasn't actually a Jarry in the first place." I grumbled.

"As I was saying..." Harry cut in. "We were only fighting about who could make the best pancakes."

"And we want all of you to decide whose pancakes are best." I finished.

"Me first!" Louis yelled.

"Good. I'm not touching them if Jaz made them." Liliana said, eyeing my stack of uneven pancakes. Harry handed Louis one of his pancakes on a plate, for him to try. Louis took a bite and pulled a dubious face. Harry's smug grin fell slightly. One point to me! Harry looked over to me, with defeat written across his face.

"No chocolate chips?" Louis frowned. That was the only problem?

"My turn!" I said, thrusting one of my pancakes on to his plate. He took a large bite and held the food in his mouth.

"Soap?" he mumbled, before placing his hands over his mouth and running to the bathroom. Moments later, we heard retching noises.

"Oops?" I mumbled. I rushed after Louis. "Are you okay Louis? Was it my pancakes?"

He nodded, before throwing up once more.

"Come and have a seat, I'll get you some water." I told him, leading him back to the living room. I ran through to the kitchen, filled a glass with some water and as a joke, grabbed a carrot. I handed the water to him and he gulped it down.

"Did you seriously bring me a carrot?" he asked, rolling his eyes at me.

"How could you know that?!" I asked, pulling it out from behind me.

"Because... I am Superman!" he yelled.

"Louis, it's too early to be that loud." Harry groaned.

"I know." I agreed.

"Well, I guess that means I won?" Harry asked, turning to me, smirking. I groaned loudly.

"Won what?" Liliana asked. Gosh, nosey?

"The winner of the bet gets to make the loser do something of their choice." I explained.

"And I won..." Harry grinned.

"Omg." Lilli breathed. "It's gonna be something dirty."

"Ew, no!" I screeched.

"Don't worry, babe. That's a little too far... for a dare." He said, winking at me.

"What are we doing today?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Laser-tag!" Louis yelled in my ear. I thwacked him to shut him up, which resulted in him pouncing on me.

Once I managed to wriggle free, I said "Actually, laser-tag sounds fun!"

"I wanna be on your team, Jaz!" Liliana said excitedly.

"Teams later, showers first!" I told him.

"Mind if I join you?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry, I do mind!" I exclaimed. He pouted and, once again, threw me over his shoulder. "This better not become a regular thing."

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