Until I Find You Again // Book One

Chapter 15

The interview was airing on TV for everyone else in the world but me. I didn't want to watch it, I didn't want to do anything but focus on Harry for the night. He was in love with me and I with him. We'd spent last night trying to keep our hands off each other while simultaneously grabbing at each other like teenagers.

I'd returned to the safety of his embrace while we slept. And despite waking up knowing Jessica's interview would broadcast today, I was still walking around on cloud nine.

Niall had taken Lucy to his house for a special Princess sleepover. I didn't know what that meant, and I was slightly alarmed due to Niall's distaste for Princesses, but she couldn't have been happier as he exited my house with her held securely in his arms.

The reporters outside had dissipated some. Though I figured they would return again after the interview aired tonight.

I didn't care. I was buzzing.

I was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. I was still wearing a pair of jeans and one of Harry's old ratty t-shirts. Should I change? Put on something nicer? It didn't seem necessary. This is how Harry was used to seeing me.

I heard pots and pans clanging. I heard cupboards closing. I heard Harry swear a couple times. The debate about whether or not I needed to change would have to wait. I snapped the bathroom light off and made my way to the kitchen.

There was food everywhere. All laid out on the counter, ready to be made into deliciousness. How long had I been in the bathroom? I looked over at him, standing in front of a huge pot and tons of vegetables,

"What's all this?"

"Dinner." He answered as he pulled two aprons off a hook and handed one to me. I regarded him suspiciously,

"You want me to cook?"

He laughed out loud and shook his head while he tied his apron around his waist and then tied mine,

"Uh no. I want you to cut things and hand them to me. I'll do the cooking."

I watched as he picked up the pot to fill it with water,

"You don't trust me?"

He shook his head while he turned the water on,

"I have other plans for tonight that don't include us ending up in the ER with food poisoning."

I scoffed,

"That's a little extreme. I kept your daughter alive without your stellar cooking skills for 4 years."

He nodded, placing the pot on the stove and turning it on,

"Alright...." He turned to look at me, "Ya wanna cook? Let's get goin' then. I'm hungry."

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"These were supposed to be chopped."

"They are chopped."

"That is not chopped."

"Tell me then, Wolfgang Puck, what is chopped?"

Harry shook his head and walked toward me. He picked the knife up and started to cut the vegetables into smaller portions. I rolled my eyes,

"All you had to say was they needed to be smaller."

He had taken his hoodie off. His hair was now pulled up into one of his man buns. I had my own hair pulled up off of my head into a messy bun as well.

"So this is my date? Cooking dinner together?"

He shrugged,

"I had to improvise. What with the army outside waiting to get that oh so important shot of us getting into my truck or.....walking."