Cut Ropes (A One Direction Fanfiction)

17: Muffins

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“No I can’t and I won’t.”

“Why can’t you stick up to him, Harry?”

“Stick up to who?” I yawned as I walked in on Niall and Harry’s conversation. I was groggy and tired and I honestly don’t give two shits about who I am interrupting. 

“No one,” Harry said. 

I shrugged and walked over to grab a muffin from the cupboard. 

There were none. 

“Niall! I told you to get muffins when you went to the store!” I whined as I opened the muffin-less cupboard.  

Harry chuckled. 

Niall put his arms on the back of his head and sighed. “It must have slipped my mind, I’m sorry babe,” he said a little too easily. This is a serious matter; I need my muffins. 

I walked over to Niall and stood face to face with him (more like me looking up towards him to meet his eyes but you get what I’m saying). I poked his chest. “Listen here you little shit, I made a grocery list and you said you were going to get everything on it, of which included my muffins. Just remember that next time you tell me to do something and it just ‘slips my mind’,” I glare at him. 

“You’re adorable,” he laughed. 

“Fuck you!” I groaned and laid down on the couch, very hungry. “Harry make me some eggs or something,” I yell towards the two in the kitchen who had restarted their conversation I interrupted earlier. 

Harry walked into the living room. “How about I take you to get breakfast instead?” He asked, running a stressed hand through his hair. “It depends on where,” I replied, wiggling my toes that were hanging off of the arm rest of the couch while my head was on the opposite one. 

“That café you like?” he offered. 

“I like a lot of cafes.”

“You know what I mean.”

“No I don’t. Which café?”

“The one on the corner?” he raised an eyebrow, not sure of what he was saying.

“Cold Corner Café?”

“Sure, that one.”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“Did you not want me to go?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to say yes.”

“I didn’t say yes.”

“But you just-

“I said okay.”

“Just get in the car.”

“Okay.” 

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“Hi Leah,” I offered as I walked up to the always lovely counter at the Corner. I miss Leah. 

She smiled her always sweet smile at me. “Hey Logan! And Logan’s friend,” she gestured towards Harry. 

“I prefer Harry,” he joked. She laughed and then got me the muffin and frappe I’ve been so desperately craving. 

Harry got water. 

“You need to call him,” Harry said as soon as we sat in the two big chairs by the window that’s sort of cut off from the whole of the café. There weren’t too many people here today, but it wasn’t completely empty. If I tried hard enough, I could hear the whispered murmurs on what everyone is talking about. 

I sighed. “I’d much rather not…” I said. He leaned back in his chair. “I don’t think this is an option. You need to call your dad-no you have to call you dad,” he said, sitting back in his chair. I rolled my eyes at which he snapped a finger at, only making me do it again. 

“Now?” I asked, pulling out my phone and staring at the locked screen. 

“No but sometime today.”

“No better time than the present,” I sighed, unlocked my phone, and dialed the number. I put my phone on my ear and realized how terrified I was at what this conversation could be about or what could happen because of it. 

“Why are you calling him now?” Harry shout-whispered. 

“I’d rather do it in a public place so I could always use an excuse of ‘I can’t hear you’ or ‘it’s breaking up’,” I explained as the ringer continued to ring in my ear. Harry shrugged and leaned back in his chair, enjoying his water and watching me the whole time. 

Maybe he won’t pick up.

“Hello?” He picked up. 

“Hi Daddy it’s me, Logan,” I said, trying to put on my sweet voice as much as possible. Harry was absolutely silent. 

“How are you?” he asked. 

“I’m fine. I’m actually at Cold Corner and it’s so cute just like when I was little, remember how we-“

“That’s nice. What’ve you been up to?” he asked me, making my stomach erupt in nerves. 

I shrugged. “Not much. Eat, sleep, the usual,” I informed him even though he probably doesn’t really care or he’s a great actor at this. 

“I just wanted to make sure you’re alright and you’re doing well.” That is so uncharacteristic. 

“Okay. I am,” I drawled out to hopefully make him not ask more. 

“Be smart. Don’t do anything stupid and-“ his phone was vibrating. 

“It’s your mother so I must go. Goodbye,” and then he hung up on me. 

Okay well that went absolutely nowhere. 

Harry was still staring at me. “All good?” he smirked at me. 

“In a sense…” I said, not really sure if anything could ever be 'all good' with my father. “You’re cute,” chuckled Harry.  I flipped him off. 

“Did you enjoy your muffin?” he asked. 

“Can we go buy some from the store?”

“Yes,” he chuckled.

“Then let’s go. Oh and can I get a knife to throw at my phone every time my dad calls me?” I said. I might be being overdramatic but whatever I don’t care. 

“No. He’s just looking out for you, you know that right?” Harry said as we walked to his car. I glared at him as hard as I possibly could. “No he’s not. You don’t know him or me and I don’t know anything about you!Just do me a favor and shut the fuck up about my life sometimes.” It got a little quieter after that. 

“You never ask about me,” he said. 

“Well I guess I should start then, shouldn’t I?” I smirked. His grip on the wheel tightened but he nodded. 

“Okay. What is your mom’s maiden name?” I asked. 

Silence.

"Harry." 

“You never said I have to answer,” he smiled as he got out of the car and walked with me into the grocery store.

I huffed. 

All I wanted was some answers and muffins.