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15. The Perfect Scoop aka The Best Place Ever

15. The Perfect Scoop aka The Best Place Ever

As I begin to put the few dishes in the dishwasher, I feel really faint. Unsteadily I take a cup from the cupboard and fill it will water, taking a small sip. I lean over the sink, gripping on to the sink, careful not to topple over. I start taking deep steady breaths, trying to calm my blood pressure.

I don't call Harry or Connor, not wanting to make a fuss. After all, I'd have to get used to these symptoms. However, it was quite overwhelming.

Once the dizziness calms down, I finish up the dishes. I see my face in the hallway mirror, as I turn. I look a pasty white colour.

Instead of worrying, I take out three small plates and three spoons. I take them into the sitting room and set them on the coffee table in the middle of the room. I try not to make eye contact with either of them, hoping they wouldn't notice the sudden paleness in my complexion.

I then walk straight back out of the room, carefully taking the cheesecake out of the fridge; I put it on a plate and got a knife from the knife holder next to the microwave.

I took both items back into the sitting room where Connor and Harry were now sitting watching some football. Typical.

"Who wants some cheesecake?" I ask.

"Do you even have to ask?" Connor says, now looking up and smiling at me, he then frowns, "Are you okay Em?" he says.

I nod casually, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Oh, you looked a little pale, that's why, just making sure," he responded.

"Oh, no I'm fine," I smiled reassuring him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry looking at me, looking concerned. I'm thankful that he didn't mention anything about the cancer to Connor.

I cut them both a generous slice of cheesecake and gave them each a plate and a spoon. Connor took a large bite, groaning.

"This, this is so good," he says, putting some on his spoon, he motions for me to open my mouth.

He aeroplanes the food into my mouth, and honestly he was right. It was this thick, creamy topping, complimenting the crunchy biscuit base.

"Erm, guys. Sorry to intrude on this lovey dovey moment, but I am still in the room," Harry pipes.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Shut up."

"Calm down Em, no need to get so defensive. Unless-" Instead of letting him finish whatever he was going to say, I hand him a slice of cheesecake and a spoon. He shuts up straight away, and begins devouring the piece of cake. See, this is what food does. The miracles of food.

Once we are all done with the cheesecake, which may I add, we completely demolished; Connor decided we should head to the beach before he had to go home.

I quickly run upstairs to grab my hoody and bag, just in case it gets a bit chilly. I throw my headphones, phone and purse into my shoulder bag, before grabbing my grey hoody which was lying on my bed and pulling it on. After I got all my stuff together, I put my feet into my white Converse which happened to be right next to my bed, and leave my room to go downstairs.

"Ready?" I ask Connor, who was sitting talking to Harry.

I was so glad that they got along. I was worried Harry would act all big brother on me, but thankfully they were good.

"Yeah, sure."

"See you later bro, it was nice meeting you," Harry says to Connor getting up and giving him a hug.