Crazy Little Thing Called Love

When Harry Met Sally Or Who's Lovin' You?

Hi everyone, another chapter - this time a little treat for the Clarry shippers of you ;) All the love, Summer xxx

Harry opened the door wearing a green apron with white polka dots. As soon as I has laid eyes on him, I burst out laughing. He looked down at himself and did a little twirl, making me laugh even harder. "Well, hello to you, too." he greeted me with a grin and opened the door a bit further so that I could step into his house. "What are you wearing?" I asked him in between giggles and pulled him into a hug which he returned. "My mum gave it to me for my birthday. She told me I need one when I actually have to cook for myself now that we are on a break." he explained and hung my coat up for me while I slipped out of my shoes. "Well, please tell her that she has an excellent taste." I chuckled and he rolled his eyes and pulled me into the kitchen where he had several ingredients spread out on the kitchen table. 

"I thought we could make ourselves some pizza." Harry explained and gestured to the vegetables and the dough in the bowl. Beaming at him, I grabbed a tomato and started helping him cut the vegetable into smaller pieces, while we talked. "So, how was Lily's birthday?" he asked me and I dived into a longer story about the party which made him laugh a couple of times. "I am glad you had such a good time, I am sad that I couldn't make it." He looked genuinely upset and I reached over and patted his arm. "I'm sure there will be many more opportunities to join us at a party. Although we came to a mutual agreement to not have any more parties at our flat any time soon after we cleaned the whole place for two hours this afternoon." I pulled a face and he chuckled.

When we had cut all the vegetables into smaller pieces, Harry dusted the backing tray with lots of flour, before spreading the dough very equally on the tray. "You are doing a wonderful job." I said sarcastically, as the dough didn't do what Harry wanted it to do. He glared at me, but grimly kept pulling and pushing it until it looked sort of even. I chuckled and quickly turned it into a cough when Harry looked over at me. His frown turned into an evil grin and he threateningly walked around the table, his flour-covered hands reaching out for me. With a loud squeal, I jumped up and tried to run away from him, but didn't even make it to the bottom of the stairs, before Harry's strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist. My t-shirt was now covered and flour but that didn't seem to be enough because with a mischievous  twinkle in his eyes, he cupped my face and smeared flour all over my face. 

I froze and he doubled over with laughter. "Your... face..." he managed to say in between giggles. I placed both of my hands on my hips and started tapping my foot, waiting for him to stop laughing. After a minute or two he had finally calmed down and just smirked down at me. "Oh, you better prepare yourself, Styles. Revenge is best served cold." I smirked and then winked at him, before I made my way to his downstairs bathroom and started to wash the flour of my face. When I returned to the kitchen minutes later, Harry had already started to add the toppings to his half of our pizza.

I raised an eyebrow at him and smiled sweetly when he shot me a wary look. Humming Ed Sheeran's 'Don't' I happily spread the vegetables evenly over my pizza and then sprinkled an impressive amount of cheese on top. When we were both finished, Harry shoved the tray into the oven and set the alarm for fifteen minutes. Then he finally dared to look at me again and started laughing immediately. I self-consciously touched my face and my hair and tried to figure out what he was laughing at. "Um, you, um, you missed a bit of flour." I hastily wiped around my face, but Harry shook his head and walked over to me and gently wiped the leftover flour of my cheek, right next to the corner of my mouth. His thumb lingered on my cheek for a bit too long and his eyes wandered down to my lips, before he cleared his throat and quickly took a step back. "I'll, eh, I'll just go and wash my hands very quickly." With that he disappeared and left me alone in the kitchen with slightly flushed cheeks.

The pizza was delicious. I unconsciously let out a little moan because it tasted so good and Harry shifted a little bit around in his seat next to me on the sofa. "Gooood, this is one of the best pizzas I've ever had! You need to give me the recipe for the dough." He only nodded because he had a mouth full of pizza. "So what would you like to watch?" he asked me after he had swallowed and I shrugged. "Well, that depends on what you have to offer." I replied with a grin and he chuckled. "How about you look through my DVDs and I'll get us our second slices of pizza?" he suggested and I nodded and hopped off the sofa. His DVD collection seemed endless and mostly included old classics and surprisingly a lot of romcoms. 

With a chuckle, I picked out a film and when Harry returned from the kitchen I held up the cover. "Is there a hidden message behind you owning this movie?" I asked him with a smirk and he laughed and then shook his head. "Not really, no, it's just an excellent movie. Have you watched it before?" he asked me and my eyes widened. "Have I watched it before?! That's one of my favourite movies!" I turned around to face the TV and then stood there a bit lost. "Wait, let me put it into the right player, it's a bit complicated." Harry intervened and I happily handed him the DVD and got comfortable on the sofa again. 

An elderly couple appeared on screen and told the story of how they met. I looked up at Harry and saw that he was smiling down at me. "Thank you for watching this with me." I thanked him, but shook his head. "'When Harry Met Sally' is a true classic, you can't say no to that." I beamed up at him and then directed my attention back to the screen. "Do you think men and women can be just friends?" I asked him quietly as we watched Harry Burns talk about his dark side on the screen. "Well, I think we are a good example for that, aren't we?" He nudged me lightly and I chuckled and nodded. 

When the movie had ended, Harry put some music on in the background and sat back down on the sofa. "So, have you thought about Ed's offer yet?" he asked me casually and I laid down and pulled my legs closer to my body.Harry, however, patted his lab and made a welcoming gesture so I tentatively straightened my legs and placed my feet in his lap. "I did. I don't want to be out there, you know, especially with dating Louis. People would just say that I am using him to push my career as a songwriter and I don't want that. But I am considering working under a pseudonym, depending on how my writing session with Ed goes on Friday." I blushed and looked up at Harry who was looking at me with a proud look on his face. "I am so glad you decided to give it a chance, Claire. You are incredibly talented. It would be wrong to waste so much talent." I blushed and smiled at him. 

We were quiet for a few minutes, just enjoying each others company and listening to the music playing in the background. "Oh, I love that song!" I exclaimed happily when 'Who's Lovin You' by the Jackson 5 came on. I slightly swayed from one side to another in my seat, until Harry gently pushed my feet off his lab and got up. He straightened his back and then held out his hand to me. After a moment of hesitation, I took his hand and let him pull me up. He pulled me close and started to slowly sway us from side to side in the rhythm of the music. I laughed out loud, when he spun me around, but abruptly  stopped when I collided with his chest. The music faded out into the background and we just looked down at each other, breathing heavily. 

The next song saved us from any awkwardness. 'Hound Dog' by Elvis Presley came on and I cheered and jumped up and down, until Harry took my hand and started spinning me around again. We danced in the most ridiculous ways throughout the whole song, before we both collapsed on his sofa. "That was fun." I said breathlessly and he nodded in agreement and grinned down at me. We looked at each other for a couple of seconds and then both burst out laughing. "Another movie?" Harry suggested and I nodded in agreement. "Your turn to choose." I protested when he gestured over to his DVD collection. With a deep sigh he pulled himself up and walked over to his TV. I couldn't see what he was doing, but a couple of seconds later a very familiar movie started playing on screen and my whole face lit up. "You have no idea how much I love you right now." I told him with a wide smile on my face and then got comfortable on the sofa again, as our favourite movie started to play on screen.