Shipped to you (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Baking.

The next morning I got up and came downstairs in my cupcake pajama shorts and my Lacrosse tee (I play lacrosse) only to see Harry dressed and ready with cupcake tins, pans, cookie sheets, mixed, whisks, spoons and a bunch of other cooking supplies lakes out.
"What's all this?" I raised am eyebrow.
"Our bake off." He smiled at me proudly.
"So who's that?" I looked at the camera man in the corner.
"He's just going to stand there and get what he needs to get for his magazine, just ignore him. Once he gets what he wants, he'll leave."

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"Ok so I'll be making hamburger cupcakes." I announced and stood at one end of the kitchen with my supplies.
"I'll make double chocolate chip cookies." Harry decided from the other end of the kitchen.
Our bake off was starting and in the corner, a photographer was capturing everything.
"Pass me the sugar please,"
Harry handed me a package.
I put it in the batter and tasted.
"EW THIS IS TERRIBLE! HARRY YOU LITTLE CHEATER YOU GAVE ME SALT!" I yelled and had to start over. Harry merely chuckled to himself and continued working.
"Jerk." I muttered under my breath, and from the roll of his eyes, I guessed that he heard.

Soon we were done and ready to try each others.
"I'm not really sure about this." Harry raised an eyebrow at my food.
"It's perfectly fine." I waved his concern away.
''It's just, I don't really know if a want a cupcake that tastes like a hamburger."
"It doesn't taste like a hamburger!" I explained for like the fifth time.
"Okay. Here I go." He still looked uncertain, but nevertheless, he picked up a cupcake and took a bite. He chewed for a moment before swallowing.
"That was actually pretty decent." He decided.
"Gee, thanks." I said sarcastically and reached to take a cookie off his plate. I took a bite out of the crunchy and gooey thing. It was great, until suddenly my mouth was filled with a bitter and gross taste.
"Ugh! What did you put in this! Tear gas?!" I coughed.
"Nooooo. But I added lots of pepper flakes."
"Why would you do that?" I asked.
"I like spice in my cookies!" He defended.
"Seriously?" Shaking my head I turned to my mess and started to clean the counters and wash the dishes while beside me, Harry did the same.

"Ok, I think I'm done." I took off my apron and folded it.
"Me too." Harry's apron was already off.
"Where do you want me to put-" I started but Harry had other plans. He crossed the space in one step and took my face in his.
Without warning, he kissed me softy.
My eyes widened in panic and I stood there frozen, until Harry backed away and examined my reaction.
I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. Leaving him stunned I ran to my room and locked the door.

That little traitor.

How could he?

Men.