You belong with me (A Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 16

“She broke up with me..”

My eyes were widened and completely forgot that they were a bit stinged from small tears. I let go of Harry’s shoulder and covered my mouth gently while not knowing what to say

“She called me awhile ago..”

I nodded to let him continue

“She said that she couldn’t take it anymore and that she wants to end it..”

Harry looks me in the eyes

“I love her Emily..”

I looked down trying to hide my reaction from Harry’s words. I know that he loves Taylor and he always will.. and not me…

“But..”

I looked back to him while he’s still looking into my eyes.

“N-nevermind…” Harry looks down

I looked away from his gaze and finally spoke

“Oh.. d-do you want to go to the kitchen? I’ll make you something to cheer you up” I half smiled

“You know, when a person is depressed, he can’t help but eat and eat. And I have to maintain my body like this.” He looks back to me and tries to smile

“I think a day of eating won’t let you gain that much” I rolled my eyes and laughed

“Haha you’re probably right” He teased

And here we are again, shifting the mood that we had awhile go. I know you’re probably thinking that I should be happy about them breaking up and having Harry to myself now.

But I’m not

I respect their relationship. He deserves to be happy with the one who makes him happy. And I hate seeing him so vulnerable and sad all at one day. But if Taylor thinks that they should end their relationship, then so be it. I can’t judge and say what they should do and not do.

I walked to the kitchen with Harry and I start to get the ingredients for my leche flan. He said that it’s one of his favorite dishes so I decided to cook one for him.

“Can I help?”

Harry went over to the kitchen table next to me and grabs a spoon to probably find something to mix.

“Oh no, it’s okay Harry let me do it” I smiled

“I want to learn and mix something too. And If I don’t, I might not be a perfect husband someday” He joked

I pushed him playfully and continue adding the Ingredients into the bowl. Harry was still standing next to me, obvious that he was waiting for me to order him whatever I need to do next.

I looked back to him and rolled my eyes while he laughs a little.

“Fine, you can mix this after I finish adding milk” I shown him the cart of milk

He clasped his hands together like he was excited to make one of his favorite desserts. Let alone that the dish was foreign to him.

I finished adding the right amount and gave him the bowl. Harry gets the whisk in front of him and starts stirring.

“Do it gently” I warned

“Okay” He looked from me to the bowl

I can’t help but think that he’s adorable by the way he’s whisking. Yes, a 19 year old can be called adorable and i’m proud to admit it. He looked back at me with a confused look