SPACES [Editing]

The Baker

Song of the chapter:
-My My Love by Joshua Radin

Harry Styles

"We don't need that." Louis said as I picked up a couple of vegetables and put them into the cart. He took them all and carefully placed them back to where they used to be.

"Yes, we do." I said, picking them up again.

"Broccoli? On a cake?" He held the vegetable up. "And asparagus? Really? Babe, I'm not gonna eat that."

"Yes, you are. On a different occasion. Now stop whining and just push the cart." I walked in front of him.

His arms were rested on the handle of the pushcart making his bum stick out a little. I swear I've seen both men and women do a double-take on him. I mean really, people? The check out counter's that way. Stop staring.

But his eyes were glued to me and the cart. He didn't even know that people were checking him out.

"Okay how about this one?" He asked, pulling out something that looked like a jar from the shelf.

"Chocolate chip?"

"Yeah. I want them." He smiled.

"Lou, you just picked up the sprinkles. You can't have sprinkles and chocolate chip together in one cake. It's like asking for diabetes." I said and he pouted.

He was giving me puppy-dog eyes and I hated it. I hated how I can never say no to him.

"Fine." He jumped up and hugged me, attracting people's attentions. He didn't seem to mind and neither did I.

Yes, people. He's very hot and he's gay and he's married. Deal with it.

"I'll call up Niall." I said, dialing him on my phone after we have paid. We asked him to wait at the parking lot and I didn't want him to come with us because he always ends up buying too much food.

"Let's go?" He picked up our bags as soon as he arrived.

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"How does one.... 'whisk'?" Louis asked innocently while reading off the recipe. Niall left right after we arrived home because he had to take his parents to the airport.

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know how to..." He tried moving the wire whip around the bowl without even exerting force on it.

He was serious. He really didn't know how to whisk.

"Watch me." I said, taking the bowl from his hand.

"You want me to watch you whip? How about your nae-nae?" He laughed. Like a hysterical laugh. I just stared at him.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry Baby p-please go on." He tried to stop his laughing fit by hugging me from behind but he just ended up laughing against my back.

"So anyway, this is how you do it." I tried demonstrating. It was hard to concentrate when his front was pressed against my back so I struggled with keeping my focus.

"So you just... Go hard on it? You just go fast, is that how it's done? Until it hardens?" He breathed against my neck, pressing himself closer to me. He knows what he's doing, doesn't he?

"Y-yes." I said softly.

"You like how this feels, huh? When daddy's all pressed up against you?" He tiptoed so his chin was rested on my shoulder, his member dipping into my bottoms.