Sprinkles,Cupcakes,Harry (Discontinued)

Chapter 7

Harry opened the door, and held it opened for me. I walked in waiting for him to come in. He cheekily smiled. I blew him a kiss. He tried to catch it. I giggled. He smiled.

"Where have you kids been this morning?" Harry's mom spoke.

"Well, I stayed the night, and this morning we went to the park." Harry said with a straight face.

"Camilla, are you alright? Harry texted me what happened. Are you well enough to work?" Harry's mom spoke, clearly concerned. She was like a mother to me. My mom was always too busy but I loved her too.

"It's fine, I could of handled it myself." I said giving a fake smile.

Her eyebrows turned into a frown, she looked disapointed in me. But why? I just had a feeling rush through me, did she like me anymore?

I didn't know why I felt that way suddenly. I faked a smile.

HARRY'S POV.

"It's fine, I could of handled it myself." She said.

I got upset, she knew she couldn't. She was stubborn at times. I didn't like it when she wanted to fight her own battles.

"Well, get your aprons on, we got to make some more sweets." Mom said smiling, then she shot a look at me.

"Harry, I need to speak with you for a moment." She said concerned.

I followed her into the cooking room looking down. Camilla was left out there alone. She was so warm, I wanted to hug her. 

"Is she fine? What exactly happened? Harry did you?" She spit those questions out like a machine gun.

"Mom, she's getting better, 3 guises tried to kidnap her for something, and no we didn't." I said with a low tone. I was annoyed. I wanted to go back out there to look at Camilla, she was truly jaw-dropping.

I pushed the door opened, and walked over to Camilla. She looked worried. I kissed her cheek not receiving one back. I frowned, and hugged her tight. She squirmed out of the tight squeeze. Why is she doing this?

I watched her grab her apron and put it on, struggling to tie it, I walked over tying it then placing my arms on her waist. Again she squirmed out of it. She checked the list of what cupcakes were needed. I sighed.

"Hey kids, I'm going out to buy some ingredients okay? I'll be back in an hour, no fussing around now." Mom spoke. Mom soon headed out the door.

Camilla was trying to reach the flour, I walked over nearly tripping on my lace and lifted her onto my shoulder, she grabbed what she needed and jumped off like a ninja. I then grabbed her by the waist pulling her in close. It was all I wanted.

"Harry, stop." Camilla said her voice faded. My hair tickled her face brushing her cheeks. 

"What's wrong love?" I asked. Why was she ignoring me?