Artifice

Disastrous Baking

Harry managed to get out more information about myself in two hours than I thought was possibly. He asked who my favorite artist were, what sports I liked, what I was studying in school, how many siblings I had and other simple, harmless questions. For some unknown reason I answered them all truthfully. I couldn't conjure up a logical reason as to why he would want to know so much about me, except that maybe he was nosey?

Overall he wasn't as bad as I made him to be. He was still cocky and seemed to have been fed with a silver spoon his whole life but he wasn't awful company.

"Liz, you home?" I threw my keys on the table and walked inside.

"In the kitchen." She called over music.

"What are you-" I found her with powder in her hair and her hands filthy with guck.

"I was trying to bake." She whined.

"Let me help you." I jumped over puddles of water on the floor and cleaned up the mess of flour and utensils she left everywhere.

She insisted on making banana bread which took an hour to bake. In the time span we managed to clean the kitchen and sit down to watch tv.

"Where were you today, by the way?" She asked with the remote in her hand, clicking through channels.

"With this guy." I wanted to sink into the sofa.

"The same guy that took you home last night?" Her full attention was turned to me, eyes and grin wide. I nodded in response. "Who is this guy?"

"His names Harry, he's this British-"

"He's British?" Her voice squeaked.

"Calm down. He's..." I pondered. "I guess I really don't know much about him but that his dad owns this business and he works for him."

He knew so much about me and I didn't even know what his last name was.

I grabbed my phone and typed away.

*Whats your last name?*

"Tell me more, is he hot?"

"Huh? Yeah I guess." That was an honest understatement.

My phone dinged twice. *Styles.*

*What's yours Evangeline?*

"Are you texting him right now!" She squealed. "You're totally blushing!" I didn't realize how my cheeks were burning.

"Shut up,"

*Abate* I texted.

I threw a pillow at Liz who was gawking next to me.

*Evangeline Abate, beautiful.*

"He said something flirty didn't he? I can tell!" She said and I stood up walking to my room.

I choose to ignore his last text and laid in bed. My sickness had vanished by now but I still felt utterly exhausted.

-

The smell of something burning woke me up. I jumped from my bed and ran out of the room.

"Liz!" I screamed seeing a cloud of smoke forming from the kitchen. "What are you doing?" Panic took over my body and I dashed to her, turning off the stove.

"I was trying to make pancakes!" A frown set on her features, while I took a magazine and swatted the air to prevent the fire alarm from going off.

Once the smoke settled down and the burnt pancakes were in the trash I turned to her with a stern expression.

"What's up with you suddenly trying to become a chef? We both know you can't cook." The words came out harsher than I intended, my attitude was altered by the abrupt waking.

"I just want to learn." She shrugged and stared at her feet.

"Why?" I calmed myself.

"That guy that took me home on Friday, he's a baker and I just wanted to have something in common with him. It sounds pathetic, I know."

"Aw, babe." I went to comfort her. "If he took you home, he obviously likes you regardless if you can bake or not."

"That's the thing he didn't take me home, I mean yeah he let me stay over but only because you left. We stayed up all night talking and I really like him."

"What's his name?" I asked, letting go of our embrace.

"Liam Payne."