Amalia // H.S FF (Urban)

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Chapter 6

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"Wow, this actually tastes really good." Harry mumbled.

"Thank you. I worked really hard on it." I say as I take a piece of the coconut candy.

"Want to hear a joke?" He asked.

"Um, sure." I replied. I prepared myself to cringe and listened to him.

"Tell a baker his dough has fallen and you'll get a rise out of him." He says and chuckles lightly. "Get it cause dough rises and-"

"Yeah, I see." I laugh at his stupid joke and he smiles.

"You know, I used to be a baker."

"Really? Then bake me a cake." I grin.

"Oh! We could have a baking competition--" Right as Harry said that, I immediately started shaking my head. I am not doing any more work today. Harry continued, "Then you could try my cake and I could taste yours--" Harry's eyes widened like a frog. "I mean- uh, food wise. Not sexual. At all."

"Uh huh. Sure. Well, Mr.Styles, I can see you have great fond over me - I mean who wouldn't? But you having these thoughts are highly inappropriate. I expected better from you." I say with a British accent.

"Are you mocking me?" Harry said with a cheeky grin.

"Maybe..." I said using my normal accent.

We both laughed again. I glanced behind Harry and noticed something.

"Oh hell no." I whispered under my breath. I noticed my 14 year old cousin with a beer in his hand.

"Amalia? What's wrong?" Harry says and also looks at my little cousin, Jordy.

The softness in Harry's voice almost made me forget about Jordy. Harry was looking at me with his eyebrows all scrunched up making him look really fucking sexy and damn don't get me started on his pouty lips.

Wake up Amalia... YOU HAVE A PROBLEM YOU NEED TO FIX SO FORGET ABOUT THE WHITE BOY.

"Come on, Harry." I said pulling him with me.

"Jordy, what the fuck?" I yelled.

"Sup', big cuz. It's crazy. This party was for you, but I haven't seen you until now. Where have you been hiding?" He spoke with a chill smile on his lips. His smile widened when he saw Harry.

"Stop it, Jordy what the hell are you doing." I said sternly staring at his cocky facial expression.

"What am I doing?" He steps a little closer to me waving his cup. "Shouldn't I be asking you 'what have you been doing' winning all these awards and shit. Damn." He was trying to change the subject but it wasn't working.

"I'm not playing games, Jordy. You know exactly what I mean. Are you crazy?! Drinking alcohol-" He cut me off mid-sentence and said, "Grandma gave it to me!"

"Mama doesn't even know how old she is let alone her own great grand kids. She probably thinks you're around twenty. I can't believe you would take advantage of her like that." I say. Harry slightly shifted and it seemed he was getting uncomfortable.