Ch. 4 'Twitter & Potatoes'

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I got pulled out of my thoughts when some dude- boy, I beg my pardon, yelled at me from under the stairs that he's hungry and there's no food. Call your fucking mum, prick! I jumped up and locked my phone for the hundredth time, only because I thought Carly's Twitter was going to keep me entertained but I was so freaking bored. I kind of decided I didn't wanted to go downstairs, I have my pride you know. And if there's someone going to apologize, it's going to be him!  But darn it, I actually have to go downstairs. He's my boss

I jumped up and ran downstairs, after I tucked my phone in my back pocket. "What do you want? Does Little baby Harry needs food so he can fill his ickle-tickle-tummy." Okay, no baby-talk, you're embarrassing yourself Pam. But seriously, I don't see why all those girls, and boys, are so attracted to him. I don't see it, really. His nose is way too big, his hair is like he just stepped of his bed, and his jeans are way tighter than mine. He must be gay.

"Are you gay?" I asked without stopping myself, I quickly slapped my hand on my mouth, hoping I didn't screw the relationship I have with my boss. Oh, it's already screwed because he's an asshole who can't keep his stupid mouth shut!

Wait, just like me.. 

"No. No I'm not. BUt do you want to know what I am? I'm hungry, go make me food." He held his head high, trying to look tough. It's not working.

"Well, looks who's cranky today." I felt like rubbing his hair to piss him off even more, but he's too tall so I can't even reach it. When you don't like somebody and you just know a way to make somebody even more mad, awesome feeling. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't talk to me like that! Now, go make me food, you're the maid so do what I tell you!" He snapped at me and took a step closer to my face. I flinched away when he raised his hand but relaxed when he combed them through his hair. Damn it. Why am I cursed with the perfect reflexes?

"I wasn't going to hit you.." He mumbled. "Damn it, you thought I was going to hit you." I composed myself while Harry was looking at me with un unreadable expression on his face. 

"You just caught me off a bit, don't worry, what do you want for dinner?"  I walked past him, trying not to touch him and opened some cupboards, looking if he has something in house. I sighed when I couldn't find anything, only a bag of potatoes and a couple of spices. Maybe in the refrigerator.. "Uhm.. I thought- no, I have no idea, I don't have any food in house." 

I raised my eyebrow and bent down so I could grab the potatoes and show them to Harry. 

"Except that then.." I kept my face emotionless, feeling like I would ruin his 'happy' mood if I'll roll my eyes. First he's all bossy and now he acts like an innocent little boy talking to his first crush. How bipolar.

"Right.. I've got an idea if you're up for it, I always made this at home when I was bored and it's pretty simple." He nodded and took a step forwards but I took a step backwards, making him stop. I turned around and grabbed all the spices I could see. I struggled a bit to put them all on the counter, ignoring Harry's question if he should help. Yes, I do need help. No, I don't want your help! I really don't get this guy and I don't even know him for this long.

I was 12 when I made this for the first time, honestly, I didn't have a lot of experience with cooking and baking so I thought I was going to mess things up one way or another. (No pun intended) So I sliced potatoes into thin pieces because that's the only thing I thought my mum wouldn't miss because she had so many. I threw all kind of spices on it, a little oil and I put in the oven. To my surprise, it tasted really well, nice and crispy. I kind of added things to the dish and let my mum taste it, since then she always asked me to make more. Later on I made it for my whole family for Christmas, thanks to my mum, she basically forced me to, and they thought it was delicious so I gave away the recipe to everyone and now basically the whole family has a secret formula. I feel so proud. Woo!

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