Busted. I was busted, and I was embarrassed. I know Harry knows me but I didn't want him to see this. I didn't want him to see me like this.
It all started at 11 after I showered. When I got changed getting a text from Harry saying he'll be home by four. With five hours to spare I started cleaning the house while listening to every One Direction album.
I checked my clock and I still had an hour to spare so I put on Harry's album on shuffle and started baking a cake.
"I'M HAVING YOUR BABY! HEY! IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! OH!-" I dropped my cake just barely on the counter, my face in pure shock. Harry was home and he was recording me.
"Delete that. Harry!" I yelled, chasing him around while he was laughing.
When I finally caught him he wrapped his arms around me, "Relax love, it's not like this is going anywhere. Or is it?" He said before I heard a click on his phone.
"You posted it?" I asked pushing away from him. "You posted it!" I screamed as I got a notification and looked at Harry's Twitter.
"Busted." Was the the caption and busted was definately how I felt. Defeated, I walked back over to the cake to start decorating, Harry following.
"But you weren't supposed to be home for another hour." You moaned.
"Check your phone." Harry said, as he helped you get the frosting and sprinkles out.
I looked at the clock on my phone and saw that 1. It was indeed 4:24 (reference to my birthday), and 2. I had a ton of notifications.
"Oh." Was all I could say.
"Oh." Harry said, copying me.
"What's the cake for?" He asked.
"The cake was because I got tired of cleaning the house and wanted some cake so voila." I said, as we were decorating the cake together.
"Voila." Harry said, taking his decoration supplies away.
"Woah." Was all you could say.
As the two of you put the supplies away you agreed that you would get the first piece because you were embarrassed today and because you cleaned the whole house.
"It's really good!" You said, taking a bite.
"Really?" Harry said as he cut his own piece.
Silently you got your phone out and pressed record.
"So how's it taste?" You asked, trying to refrain your laughter.
"It tastes really-" Harry said before you smashed the cake in his face.
As you finished Harry was staring at you blank faced. "What?" He asked confused.
"Doesn't revenge taste the best?" You said, while typing as you posted it.
You threw Harry a towel and laughed as you were walking away, "Busted."
