Cat Cupcakes and Love

chapter 8

Harry’s POV:

If I was going to accomplish what I needed to before Sunday, I was going to need to make some phone calls.

“Hello? Yes, is this Baxwell’s Bakery? Ok, I’d like to place an order please? Yes, I’d like a carrot cake with the words, “Stole my heart, be mine forever?” written on it. Yes, I need it done by Sunday please. Alright. Thank you. Yes put it under Styles. Uh huh. See you then. Bye!”

Another call another step to a great date.

“Hi, I was wondering what your hours were on Sundays? Two until 8? Ok. Great. Thank you. Have a nice day!”

The final step was to text Bev.

To: Bev ;) <3

Hey! Sorry about the change of planz but can we meet outside your bakery on Sunday???? I hav to go somewhere at brunch time :( we can still have our d8 right? Say 1:30? Love you babe

Bev’s POV:

My phone dinged and I looked at it. IT WAS A TEXT FROM HARRY. He wanted to move back our date tomorrow. I mean I guess I’m fine with it. I mean maybe we could do the dance with no pants if the date was later. Not that I want to. I mean. I love him so it’s ok. Ok. Reply to the text Bev. Don’t sound like an idiot either. Ok.

To: Hazza (we diddled our skittles) <3 <3 <3

That’s fine babe! I can’t wait. See you at 1:30! Cant wait for our d8 either ;)))

I really hope that isn’t too suggestive. Or do I want to be? Golly this is hard-much like a penis. I better go to sleep so I’ll have enough time to get ready tomorrow!!

The next day:

It was about 1:15 and I was putting the finishing touches on my outfit before my date with Harry!!! I put on my eye shadow- which was a pastel blue like all the trends. (Red was sooooo last season.) I was wearing leggings, a big white and blue striped sweater, combat boots, and my favourite beanie. After admiring myself in the mirror, I grabbed my Gucci purse (a gift to myself), locked my door and left to go to the bakery.

I arrived just at 1:30, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw Harry smile at me. (His eyes also raked my body, making me blush!!!)

“Hi!” he said, “Here, grab my hand, we won’t be walking far.”

I grabbed his hand and we start walking.

Harry’s POV:

Oh God this was the moment I’d been waiting for all weekend. We arrive to our destination and I stop and open my mouth,

“Bev, I have something to ask you.”

“Sure, what?” she says, looking cuter than ever with her blue eyeshadow.

“Bev,” I take a deep breath, “Will you…”

“HEY IS THAT HARRY STYLES!”

Oh no! Fans have found me! I grab Bev and duck into the closest store, realizing I’ll have to ask her once we’re safer.

a/n:

LOOK AT ME WRITING LOTS OF WORDS AND SUCH. What did Harry want to ask her??? Golly look at this plot thickening.

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