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harry

"hi hazza." niall's voice spoke through the phone. i balanced my cellphone on my ear as i tried to multitask.

"hi ni." i replied. i poured the liquids into the dry ingredients before mixing it up in the big bowl.

"how are you?" he asked.

"i'm great. i'm baking cookies." i told him feigning happiness into my voice.
"cookies? what are they for? are you going to eat them?" he questioned. i heard the curiosity in his voice.

"no, i'm taking them down to the homeless shelter. cookies seem to brighten up people's days." i explained to him.

"you're such a good person, harry-" i heard some commotion in the background. "listen, i've got to go but i'll text you later, 'kay?" he asked before hanging up.

"okay." i said into the sudden silence. i sighed as i placed my phone down on the counter.

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