Letting Go (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 27: Tipsy

My favorite chapter by far ;)

Dedicated to tastelikestars because she has been with me the whole time, even though I've tortured her, and she somehow still thinks this is a good story. I have a good feeling that you'll enjoy this chapter especially. Thanks girl :)

Natalie Clemons

I rubbed my eyes sleepily. "Remind me again why we're in the kitchen at 1 am on Sunday morning?"

Harry grinned childishly, his green eyes alive with excitement. Opening one of the three fridges, he quickly pulled out dough, butter and eggs. "I told you Nattie," he chided as he set the ingredients on the counter beside me, "you challenged me to make a pecan pie. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. Now..." He clapped his hands together and looked at his phone screen. "What else do I need?"

"I've never seen a boy this excited about baking." I chuckled, leaning on the counter and placing my chin in my hand.

He lifted a hand, his two silvers rings shining in the fluorescent light above us. "Don't sass me, Nat. I'm trying to concentrate here."

I rolled my eyes. "If you would have gotten a premade crust like normal people, you wouldn't have to concentrate so hard."

His eyes widened, his hand placed dramatically over his heart in shock. "Premade? Have you ever seen Jamie Oliver or Emeril cook with premade crusts?"

"I've never seen a guy admit to watching Food Network, but I guess there's a first time for everything." I laughed and pointed to the stuff on the counter. "You bought premade dough. It's practically the same thing except now you have to take time to shape it."

He shook his head, a smirk at the corner of his lips. "I didn't get this stuff. I called in a favor from Roberta." He began opening drawers, absentmindedly searching for something. I would've offered to help, but it's 1 am and quite frankly, I'm still trying to convince myself that I'm not dreaming. For some reason Harry Styles baking doesn't fit into any version of reality that my mind can conjure up. To be honest, I'm still not even sure how I got in here. There must be some serious sorcery going on tonight.

"The staff isn't even on site on Saturdays." I frowned, trying to figure out how he got Roberta to put this together. I knew she favored him for some reason, but still. I wouldn't come into work when I wasn't getting paid for it.

HIs brows furrowed as he continued his search throughout the kitchen. However, he glanced back up at me with a cocky grin and shrugged his shoulders. "I literally called in a favor. LIke I called her and asked her what recipe to use and then she offered to go to the store and stock the kitchen." He opened another drawer to my right and sucked on his top lip. "Damn, where is it?" He muttered to himself.

"You can't just take advantage of people because they think you're cute Harry."

He stood up straight, placing his hands on his hips in protest. "I'm not cute. I'm freaking adorable." He smirked, tugging at one of the curls hanging from his beanie. His voice was slightly deeper than normal, if that was even possible, and raspier because it was so late. But I liked the sound of it; his British accent was more accentuated when he was tired.

"I need you to move love." He nudged me slightly with his arm, motioning towards the drawer that I was standing in front of.

I raised my eyebrows. "Why, because you're freaking adorable?" I folded my arms across my chest, leaning further back against the counter as he stepped in front of me.

He shrugged, his eyes playful. "Glad you agree." Without warning, he grabbed my waist and put me on the counter, pretty content with himself.

I groaned. "I'm not some doll that you can throw around."