Harry helps me with my cut finger and I have to get a new apple because I got blood all over the first one. I start cutting the apple and eat it. Harry walks out of the kitchen and into the living room. He comes back into the kitchen with now a shirt on.
"What are you doing," I ask, looking at him confused.
"Going to the grocery store. You need good food in your pantries," he says pointing to the cupboards.
"Okay, I'm going with ya," I say, and grab my wallet.
"No."
"What," I ask.
"I'm paying, put your wallet down," Harry says, smiling.
"Fine," I say, laying my wallet down on the table.
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Harry and I got a whole cart full of things and I feel bad for him paying for it. I should've been the one paying for it.
It was about midnight now and I sat on the couch watching some show Harry told me to watch. My eyes watch to close and I am about to fall asleep until I hear a loud bang. I stand up to see what made the noise. I see Harry messing around in the kitchen and walk in the room to see what he is doing.
"What in the hell are you doing at midnight, in my kitchen," I ask, obviously annoyed because I could've been sleeping right now.
"I'm cooking," he says, instantly while smirking.
"Why," I ask.
"Cause I feel like it," he says.
"Well, make me some cookies. I'm going to bed," I say, yawning.
"Okay, night love," he says.
"Night Harry," I say, "Oh, and when I wake up, you better me gone and out of my house! You can't live here Harry and the boys will get suspicious if you aren't back before morning," I say, looking at him.
Harry winks at me, "It's already morning!"
I glare at him.
"Okay, good night," he says, smiling.
I walk to my room and snuggle up in my bed. I try to sleep but all I can think about is Harry is actually in my kitchen doing whatever. I thought about him for awhile until I fall asleep.
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I wake up to the sound of my smoke alarm going off. I check the time and it's 4:30 in the morning. I get out of my bed in a rush and run towards the alarm. It all of a sudden stops and I walk into the kitchen, curious of who turned it off.
I cough because of all the smoke and all eyes are on me. I see Niall with a towel and Liam standing on a chair. Louis stood there with a burnt pan of cookies and Harry stood there with a towel in his hands.
"What are you guys doing here," I croak because I just woke up and the amount of smoke in the house.
"Open the windows," I say, again, my voice getting better.
The boys run around opening the windows while Harry cleaned the kitchen.
"Sorry, the boys wanted to help make you breakfast but it kinda got out of control when Louis burnt the cookies," Harry says, nervously.
"How long of you been here," I ask.
"Since you went to bed," he says.
"Oh my gosh, Harry! I told you to leave," I say, but can't help smiling.
"I told the boys I was here and they didn't want me to come back...they wanted to come here instead," he says.
"Whatever, make me food, I'm going back to bed," I say sleepily and head back to my room.
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Are We Friends or Are We More (Editing)
Romance. A girl who thinks very little of herself creates feelings for her online best friend. When she finds out that her best friend was her idol, Harry Styles, she doesn't know how to react. One Direction, her, and her friends end up going on a road tri...
