A New Turn

Chapter 12

CAITLIN POV

I heard one of the small knocks on the door that I was so used to hearing 3 years earlier.

"Come in Haz."

I was leaning down next to my bed after plugging my phone charger into the wall. When I sat back up, Harry was seating peacefully next to me.

"Soooooooooooo, you settled in?"

"Yeah! I suppose so. Still a bit weird but hey, new start. Nothing wrong with that, right?"

"Of course not. But hey, you ever ever need anything, I'm here alright?"

"Yep. Always." Harry truly was a gem. Anytime day or night (even in different time zones), he would let me talk to him about anything and he would always give me some decent feedback. No matter what was happening in my life, Harry was always there.

I leaned in to give him a hug. I'd done that a fair bit in the past hour and a half. I saw Harry had a look of hunger in his eyes. I knew what I had to do.

"Ok well I'm starving. How about I make you guys a late breakfast?"

"Caitlin you don't have to do that."

"C'mon, it's the least I can do. And c'mon, you can't say no to my famous Apple Cinnamon Pancakes!"

He knew I was right. My Apple Cinnamon Pancakes were like god, you can never say no to them.

Before he could say anything, I raced out of the room, down the stairs and straight into the kitchen, completely ignoring Louis who I saw in a blur.

I began grabbing ingredients and bowls and pans willy nilly from almost every cabinet in the room. As I began sifting the flour and pouring the milk into a bowl, I heard faint footsteps on the tiles. Suddenly, it began getting closer and closer, before I heard the sound of a weight sitting in a chair at the island bench. I turned around to see my crush staring at me and what I was doing.

"Hey. What are you making?"

"My famous Apple Cinnamon pancakes! Want some?"

"Well after how much Harry has bragged on about them, how could I say no?"

I turned around to face the stovetop and began placing spoonfuls of batter into the pan. I could feel Louis' eyes burning into the back of my neck.

I thought I felt it move down to my ass for a sec. Eh, I must have been feeling things.

I turned back around and spoke to Louis.

"So tell me about yourself." He answered pretty swiftly.

"Well I'm 19 years old, I grew up in Doncaster in Yorkshire, I used to work at Toys R Us, my middle name is William and I love football. Oh sorry soccer. Australians are weird."

I gasped, I was utterly offended. Australians were not weird. Louis just sat and giggled at my reaction.

"So tell me about you."

"Ok well I'm 18 years old, I grew up in Melbourne in Victoria, I used to work at Gloria Jeans which is a coffee shop by the way, my middle name is Grace and obviously I love dancing. Hey and Australians are not weird, you are."

I saw Harry in the corner of my eye while Louis and I were debating whether Australia or England was weirder. Obviously it was England.

When Harry entered the kitchen, I could see a grin form on his face. I didn't exactly know why.

We decided we would continue the debate later. We had run out of arguments for now so we needed more time to regroup.

"Ok! Grab some pancakes and dig in!"

I looked away for one second to grab myself a plate, but when I turned back around, there was 2 pancakes left. Yep, thanks boys.

LOUIS POV

Debating with Caitlin was really fun. Australia truly was a weird country. Like why would you call football soccer?

"Ok! So grab some pancakes and dig in!"

Harry grabbed what looked like 7 so I followed his lead. After pouring about half a bottle of maple syrup over them, I began indulging.

Holy crap, they were bloody amazing. Where had they been all my life?

"Caitlin these are the greatest thing I have ever eaten. Oh my god."

And then Harry spoke. "Oh god Caitlin. Oh how I've missed these! Never leave."

After we were all finished, we decided that we would all go watch a movie. Harry and I thought we could go have a day in the city but Caitlin looked super tired and not really up to it.

As we entered the lounge room, Harry asked us a question.

"So what do you guys feel like watching?"

I didn't really mind. To be honest, I just wanted Caitlin to watch what she wanted.

"Um how about Anchorman?"

Caitlin was a legend. "Yes yes yes. Caitlin you have a quality taste in movies."

Harry set everything up. Caitlin just kept standing there awkwardly but I didn't want to tell her to sit down. I didn't really know why.

After Harry grabbed the remotes, he took up an entire couch. He was so subtle.

Caitlin and I sat down on opposite ends of the other couch. If we sat too close, I probably would have done something to spoil what we had started.

As the movie started, I kept glancing over at Caitlin. She had her eyes fixated on the screen and a slight smirk appeared on her face. I could tell that she couldn't wait for the movie, and honestly, who could blame her.

Giggles and laughs kept escaping her mouth and I found myself not even concentrating on the movie anymore. All eyes were on her.

Every time a breath left her sweet mouth, it seemed to time seemed to stop. Every time one of her giggles filled the room, a weight lifted off my shoulders.

She kept her eyes firmly glued to the screen as an image filled my head.

What if I just scooted across next to her, cupped her face and kissed her. Oh I wish I could do that.

She laughed the hardest during the fight scene, my favourite part of the movie. She was so cute. The way her eyes filled with excitement and love.

The movie finished and I was kind of glad. One more minute and who knows what I would have been doing.

"That movie never gets old does it?" Happiness was all I could hear in her voice.

"I think it gets better every time." Harry was right. That time, it got ten thousand times better.

Harry switched the television back to normal shows. Suddenly, the bar of Maclaren's filled the screen. Good old How I Met Your Mother.

"Hey Caitlin, what's your favourite tv show?" I asked her, considering mine was on tv.

"Um I really like Glee, Pretty Little Liars and The Big Bang Theory but How I Met Your Mother would be my favourite."

Holy crap.

I could tell we had so much in common.

Before I could say anything, the sound of the doorbell filled the apartment. Who was it?