Remembering Harry Styles

Chapter 22: See You Later

     “Okay, so, twenty eggs, half cup of water, one third cup of cooking oil.” I read off from the box.

     “You’re crazy! Why does german chocolate cake have twenty eggs? We only have about five up in the fridge.” Harry furrowed his eyebrows and sighed. Giggling, I wrapped my arms around his waist. I pecked his cheek and showed him the real measures for the cake we were baking randomly.

     “God, do you always have to do that?” Harry laughed. He spun around to place a soft kiss on my nose.

     “C’mon, silly! Have some fun when you and I are baking.” Harry nodded and cracked three eggs. Somehow, Harry is always a perfectionist when it comes to cooking and baking. He wants everything to come out perfect and taste delicious. I decided to leave him alone so he won’t be annoyed if I helped him.

     Sitting up on the kitchen counter, I kicked my legs in the air like a little kid. “Why don’t you help me decorate it?” Harry asked as he placed out all the colored frosting.

     Hopping down, I applied a thick layer of frosting all around the cake. Literally, it looked like a unicorn threw up on it; all these different colors frosting on the cake with rainbow sprinkles. When we finished decorating, we grabbed ourselves some forks and began eating it.

     Harry being the cheeky guy he is, he leans in and smears frosting all over my face. “Hey!” I shouted.

     Harry quickly sported off in the flat with the rest of the cake. Sighing, I wiped off the frosting off with my fingers and licked it. “Taste good doesn’t it?” Harry whispered behind me.

     “You weirdo! I was going to get you back, but you ran away from me. You suck.” I stuck my tongue out and went to the living room to watch a drama show.

     “Don’t be mad! Here, throw some cake in my face.” Smirking, I grabbed a handful of cake with my hands and threw it in his face.

     “Shit! I think there is some in my eyes. Shit, shit, shit!” Harry ran to the bathroom to wash off the cake. Being the lovely girlfriend I am, I stood by the door and laughed.

     “Mm, it smells so good down here!” spoke Harry as he came downstairs. His messy curly was messed up with dark under eye circles. He took a seat on the barstool watching how I cooked waffles, eggs, and bacon for breakfast.

     Plating them together, I passed the dish to Harry and had him taste it. Assuming that it tasted decent, he ate all the food that was on his plate and grabbed some more. We rarely had mornings like this where it was peaceful. Usually, I’ve been the one in bed sleeping away like sleeping beauty, but I wanted to treat Harry today. He’s been doing so much for and I haven’t really done anything to thank him.

     “You want me to take your plate and wash it for you?” he asked.

     Shaking my head, I gulped my last bacon piece. “No, that’s alright. You always do the cooking and dishes.” Shrugging his shoulders, Harry passed his plate and sat back down on the stools.

     “Hey,” Harry paused for a minute, “I need to talk to you about something really important after you’re finished washing those.”

     His raspy voice was different. It wasn’t normal. Keeping my calm, I finished up and hid the dishes back in the cupboard. In my mind, a million things were floating around. I couldn’t even walk straight or look at him straight in the eyes anymore. What should I expect when he says ‘I need to talk to you?’ Is he breaking up with me? Is he hiding something from me? I don’t know. I mean, I cooked him a nice breakfast.