Harry left the house right after he made me breakfast. He said he had some serious business to take care of for work and he hasn't been back since. I've been chilling in the basement for quite some time now, and I've been debating if I should go to the kitchen to make Harry and I lunch for when he comes back.
When I think about the rules Harry laid out for me, I remember a specific one that said, if you clean, you see more. My plan here is, to clean the entire kitchen then hope for the best. I went upstairs without Harry's permission yesterday, but he seemed perfectly fine after he admitted that I reminded him of someone. I wonder who I remind him of? His mother? Sister?
He was quick to drop the subject but I didn't want to be the one to push him to tell me either. He can tell me on his own time, which I hope is soon.
I quickly grab some cleaning supplies, and head quietly upstairs.
I don't know why I'm walking so slow, I know that I'm the only one in the house. I return to my normal pace of walking and head to the kitchen, obeying Harry's orders in not going further into the house than this.
The house is fairly clean in general, Harry always looks put together so I'm not surprised that his kitchen is as well.
The dishes are all done, which is a bonus for me because I dislike touching wet food it makes me cringe internally, and vomit coming out externally.
I spray some Windex Glass Cleaner spray on the marble counter, and begin to wipe it with a blue cloth that I found in the bathroom cabinet. The counter is fairly large and wide, making it a little difficult to reach but I can do it.
I finish up the counter quickly, then I start washing the inside of the sink and the large castle like windows after. Everything is slowly starting to look spotless. I used to clean the dorm-room all the time because Teddy was a very messy person, which irked me so much.
Now I need to mop the floor.
I finish up mopping quickly, and the kitchen looks amazing. I should be on a Mr. Clean commercial.
Okay, now what do I make for lunch.
I decide to look around the pantry, and fridge to see what I can whip together within an hour. I don't know when Harry is going to come back, but hopefully soon because I'm starving.
I grab burger meat, tomato's, onions, pickles, ketchup, relish, mustard, lettuce, cucumbers, etc.
I heat the pan up and begin making the burgers, although I set all these condiments out because I don't know what Harry likes on his burger and I wouldn't want to drench it in relish, if he doesn't like it.
The burgers are finally done, they're small so two for Harry and two for me. I put them in their separate buns, and now I wait.
I wish Harry had fries. What's a burger without fries? Fuck, I wish I had a phone so I can call Harry to stop and get some from McDonald's or Burger King.
I look around the kitchen for a phone and my eye catches a home phone right near the sink.
I hope Harry is the first number that's on the contact list. I pick up the phone and click the first number to call.
It rings and rings until I hear a familiar voice on the other end.
"Hello? Harry?" the Irish accent rings through.
"Niall, hi," I reply back with a smile on my face. "Arabella? Does Harry know you're calling?" he asks in a worried tone, probably shitting his pants because Harry could walk through this door and lose it any minute now.
"No, I was wondering if I can have Harry's number because I made lunch and he doesn't have fries," I ask biting my nails at my anxiety acting up.
"I pray for you Arabella," he says with a sigh escaping his lips, and my laugh roaring through the room.
"Alright so, his number is 646-886-9797," Niall says chuckling lighting, while I write the number down on my hand.
I thank him and end the call.
I now have to call Harry and I'm all of a sudden nervous. I hope he isn't angry with me.
I dial the number, and put it on speaker; hoping that he picks up.
"Hello?" his deep voice ringing through the phone with a hint of confusion written in it.
"Harry," I say sweetly.
"Arabella?" he asks confused and shocked at the same time.
"Hi," I reply.
"Arabella? How are you calling me?" he asks and I can already imagine his hand running through his long locks.
"With the home phone in your kitchen," I reply with my voice shaking because even over a phone he's still intimidating.
"Okay? Is everything okay baby? Do you need something?" he asks in a concerned voice making my heart melt, and my smile to widen.
"Well, I have a surprise for you when you get here and I just need you to pick up some french fries from any restaurant because you don't have any," I reply leaning my elbows on the counter while talking to him.
"Anything else you need?" he asks then I hear a door shutting right after.
"No nothing," I reply back cutting up tomato's.
"So, what's this surprise?" he asks in a cheeky tone causing me to shake my head with a grin on my face.
"I can't say. You'll have to wait and see," I reply in a cheeky tone as well.
"Well I hope I walk in on you naked," he says freely as if it's nothing.
"Harry!" I squeal at his dirty comment.
His laughter rings through the phone making me happy that he's laughing and not always serious all the time. "Okay baby, I'll be there soon." he finally says and hangs up before I can say anything back.
I finish up cutting the tomato's, then begin slicing up the onions.
I walk downstairs to turn the TV off, when I hear a clicking of a tiny heel and Harry's voice calling my name. I run upstairs to greet Harry, I hope he likes what I've done.
I watch him look at the food laid out, which his arms crossed over one another.
He looks up and me and smiles while walking towards me.
I lean up to kiss his cheek, which he kindly accepts.
"I love this, thank you," he says kissing my cheek also.
I accept his thank you and we begin to put our ingredients in our food, adding fries to the side of the plates.
He takes the first bite of the burger as I watch him to see what he thinks.
His eyes go wide and he says, "it's good."
I smile in satisfaction because someone finally admit's that I'm a good cook.
"Did you notice that I cleaned up the place also?" I ask while stroking his arm. He watches my hand then nods his head, thanking me for the hard work that I've done.
"I decided to clean up be-" he cuts off my words by saying, "I'm taking you to the living room."
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Fanfiction"I'll never see him again" she said. Oh, how wrong she was.
