She's Not Afraid

Hopeless in the Football Department

***Chapter 23***

Drew’s POV

            Harry’s taco supreme was heaven. Harry and I may or may not have eaten all the tacos and ran as far away from Niall and Josh so they wouldn’t kill us. You don’t know…

            To start off my afternoon with this weirdo, Harry insisted he taught me how to cook so he wasn’t my personal chef all the time, so that’s what we did.

“What d’you want to make?” He asked me in the kitchen. Harry acted like the kitchen was his castle. He wouldn’t let me touch anything, and I think it’s kind of hard to learn if you can’t even be in a five mile radius of what you’re learning about. Ok, maybe I exaggerated a little bit.

            “Something sweet…” I said. I have a major sugar tooth.

            “Cookies?”

            “Chocolate Chip.”

            “Indeed.” He nodded in approval and I smiled.

            “Ok, first you can mix flour, baking soda, and salt in a small bowl. I’ll work on the rest.” He instructed. He handed me the ingredients and a measuring cup.

            He said to mix flour baking soda and sugar in a bowl. Or at least I think that’s what he said. I grab the bag of flour and realize I have no idea how much to add so I just wing it. Next I add probably a cup of baking soda and then the salt. I heard my mum once say ‘never double the salt’ or something like that, so I just add a couple pinches. I hastily mix the three ingredients together and bring it over to the automatic mixer Harry’s using.

            He gives me one glance before going back to counting chocolate chips. Weirdo. “You can just add that to the mixing bowl.” He says so I follow his instructions and dump the whole lot into the batter he had already made. “But be sure not to—‘’

            POOF!

            The mixture of flour, baking soda and salt exploded everywhere. I most likely looked like a polar bear in a snow storm right now.

            “—Add it all at the same time.” Harry finished.

            I couldn’t do anything but burst out laughing at this whole situation. Harry stared at me in shock for a few seconds, but then started cackling like me.

            “How much flour did you put in?” Harry asked, still laughing.

            “I don’t know, like the whole thing.” I say cracking up once more. Harry stared at me, wide eyed and I laughed even harder.

            After Harry and I had washed up, I decided I would teach him how to play football decently.

            I tried. For an hour. It was kind of hopeless.

            We both agreed to just give up and try something else.

He suggested teaching me how to juggle in the backyard.

            “Now, it’s not easy when you’re first learning.” He instructs, while demonstrating how to juggle with 3 tomatoes. Yes, tomatoes. We couldn’t find anything else. Harry hands me the three red fruits and I take them in my hands.

            “Throw one of them up and catch it. Then when it’s at the top throw another one up and catch it and when that ones at the top throw that one.” He says completely confusing me. I stare at him with a blank face.