Love Games

Wine and Dine

I looked into the mirror at my long, chocolate brown locks. They curled in every which direction, looking extra unruly today. My pale hazel eyes looked red on the edges that had been lined with a brown eye pen. I flattened out the wrinkles in my shirt, nervously fidgeting at the loose ends.

"I cannot believe I am doing this." I huffed to myself.

After running 3 miles and wobbling back to my flat in the pouring rain, I had decided my next step in getting Harry back. This included me calling Kami and essentially kissing her butt. The conversation went a bit like me telling her what I found out, her gasping innocently, me lying through my teeth saying it was okay, her apologizing profusely, me accepting those tear-filled apologizes, me feeling bad, me suggesting double date, her agreeing, me regretting, and last but not least us making plans for dinner, at my house, tonight at 8:00.

This phone call happened around 11:00 this morning, and since then I had been cleaning, clearing and cooking. I scrubbed the whole house clean with various chemicals that left my flat smell a bit like a hospital. I got rid of, well, put away in the box in my closet, every item in my whole apartment that reminded me of Harry. The box was filled with little doodads that seemed to clutter ever corner of my 4 room space. A photo album, his bands perfume, the dead roses he bought me on our anniversary anniversary, all of it went in the box. And lastly, I cooked. I did not know how to cook and quite frankly I sucked at cooking, but I tried to cook just for the sake of my little heart.

I felt like Cinderella with all the cooking and cleaning I had been doing today. Except their wasn't a fairy godmother and I knew I was not going to get the man of my dreams, I think?

I could hear a knock at my door, so I exhaled, taking one last image of myself in the mirror before exiting my room. Opening the huge door, I was greeted by a pair of empty eyes.

"Hello." He said, pushing past me into my living room.

"Where is Kami?" I murmured questionably.

Harry grunted something unrecognized as he sat down on the couch like this apartment was his. Before I could say anything, a recognizable squeal was heard from the doorway. Kami stood at the frame wearing a pair of wedges, dark washed jeans which hugged her perfectly, and a loose tops barely stopping at her belly button. Her strawberry blonde hair was put up on a messy bun. Looking at the beautiful, model worthy girl standing in front of me I felt self conscious. I wore a pair of black vans, black leggings and a baggy shirt that read "Packers" over the front. Insecurities washed over me like a wave crashing into the sand. The wave, beautiful and majestic and the sand, blank and annoying.

While stuck in my world of thoughts, I felt Kami's scrawny arms wrap around my body. The scent of strawberries took over my senses and Kami's embrace left me a bit woozy. This whole situation left me a bit woozy.

"Ava.. What is that burning smell?" Kami asked questionably.

MY CASSEROLE! About every cuss word came across my brain as I pushed Kami away running for the kitchen. I reached the kitchen and was hit by a wall of thick smoke burning my lungs. How could I be so stupid? Tears came out of my eyes as I reached around to make my way through the almost unbearably smoke filled kitchen. After fidgeting for a few minutes, I found the oven. About a foot away from the handle of the oven, I felt two hands push me out of the way. Pain struck my shoulder as my body hit the cool ground.

The smoke was unbearable. The evil, foreign clouds burning my throat. The beep of the fire alarm numbed my ears, almost as if it was chanting "stupid, stupid, stupid." My body lifted up off the ground and someone's arms were wrapped around my torso. Smokey air was replaced with fresh, smokeless air and the cold hard kitchen floor was replaced with a soft, cushiony couch.

I resisted the urge to curl up in a ball and jumped out of the couch. A little too confidently, I must have had to add because my legs gave out and I fell too the ground. Great.

My ears were filled with high pitched giggles. I looked around too see Kami laughing at my fall and Harry looking at me wide eyed, face painted with concern. His deep green eyes connected with my state and his face transformed into an emotionless gaze. 

I can't believe I had been so stupid. Not only had I forgot about my casserole but I practically burnt down my kitchen! I had embarrassed myself and tonight was going no where as planned. A warm, salty drop of water slid down my cheek and I swatted it away quickly. I couldn't let them see me cry.

"Are you okay?" Harry stated, more of asked. 

The complexity of that question could only leave me with a quiet, strained laugher. I nodded my head, picking myself up off the floor. "Yourself?" I questioned Harry. He quirked his eyebrow, somehow understand the complexity of the question he had just asked and laughed along with me. We sat there and laughed, almost like it was old times. An old memory seemed to flush over me. 

Harry's deep voice mumered my name like an artist painted a painting. Him saying my named seemed like an act of beauty, and I could never get enough of what he had to say. We sat on the floor, covered hopelessly in flour, eggs and cake batter. The remnants of the cake we tried to make had been flung all around our kitchen. It all started with me putting a dot of flour on Harry's nose. It escalated until soon a whole bowl of batter had been flipped over onto my hair. A deep, coarse laugh boomed from Harry's chest and I couldn't help but join him. The laughing stopped. The batter covering my lips slipped together with the flour painted onto Harrys creating a delicous brownie flavored kiss. The pressure felt on my lips caused sparks to fly through out my body sending electric sparks in every which direction. 

The flashback ended, and I had came out of the sudden daze I allowed myself to go in. My cheeks burned, as I had realized that Harry and I had sopped laughing but were just simply staring at eachother. Leave it up to Zayn to save the day, as he stepped through the doorway of my flat. 

"Did I miss anything?" He seemed wary. 

Harry and I both looked at eachother, somehow signalling we both understood the complexity of the answer, again reminding me of old times. 

"No," I spoke up, "I just almost burnt my apartment down, and ruined the dinner I tried to make"

Zayns angelic smiled turned into a sad frown, his whole body conveying that he seemed to feel bad about something that he had no control over. 

"Erm, so how about, we, erm, go out somewhere for dinner?" Zayn stumbled.

A smile broke out of my face, "That would be perfect." I grinned, standing up from the ground. He always knew what too say, which always caused warmth in some deep undiscovered crevis of my chest. 

"Harry, you wouldn't mind driving, would you?" Kami asked.

Harry huffed and nodded his head. Kami and Zayn stood up and headed for the door. Moving towards the door as well, about to join them - Harry grabbed hold of my hand, spinning me around.

"Please, watch it Ava. I don't want to have to keep saving you. First a few nights ago in that neighborhood and now with you caught in a burning room. I can't be able to keep saving you." Harry pleaded. Each word he said seemed to come out of his mouth perfectly, each word articulated, perfectly.

"Harry... I.. just still, well Harry, I still" I was interupted by Zayn poping his head in our room, "You coming, babe?" 

Harry replied "Well of course sweetheart!" Running up to join hands with Zayn, skipping away together. Because after all, they were best friends. They left me alone in the room, as I forced laughter, to create some noise in my empty living room. 

This chapter was written at like 4:00 in the morning and I was having a major sugar rush, so I apologize for its suckiness :) 

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