until the end; narry

twelve

theme: chanel// frank ocean

" You can take off tonight, Milena. We'll be fine." Harry assured the woman who's been watching over the house since Harry and his father have last been there. She nods politely, grabs her things and leaves. " Alright." Harry clapped his hands together and rubbed them. " What would you like." He walks into the kitchen and looks in the freezer while humming to himself. Niall takes a seat at the island table. " Um, whatever you have is fine." Niall wasn't used to people cooking for him other than Zayn and his mother. He felt awkward giving his boss orders. " Don't be silly. Name anything. We've got prime rib, steak, beef, ham, turkey, lamb. I can cook a mean 3 meat lasagna." Harry lifts his head and peers over a Niall for an answer. " Um..steak is fine." Harry smirks and lifts the pound of steak out of the freezer. " Fancy. But you're going easy on me, Ni. what do you like with steak. Salad? Potatoes?" Harry asks and he starts to clean the meat.

Niall decided on salad. His wish was Harry's command as he took leafy lettuce and other greens out of the refrigerator. " Why don't you get out of your work clothes and relax. Dinner will be ready soon." Harry smiles. " You sure you don't need any help?" Niall asks while sliding off of the chair. " I'm sure. Go relax." Harry chuckles at how eager Niall was to help him. " I'll tell you what." Harry turned and points his knife at Niall. " You go and relax, take a shower, get in some comfortable clothes, whatever. Treat yourself for once. And you can help me with dinner." Niall places his hand on his hip. " Fine." He turns around and heads to his room, leaving Harry with a goofy grin on his face.

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" God that smells good." Niall takes in the aroma of whatever food was in the oven. " How was your shower, my love?" Harry hands Niall a glass of red wine as Niall enters the kitchen. " Fine but I thought I was helping you cook?" He asks while taking a sip. " You are. I didn't cook the steak yet. It's just baked potatoes in the oven. I know you wanted salad but I also knew you were only saying that because you didn't want me to cook." Harry turns. Niall smiles to himself because it was true. " Come." Harry gestures to the stove.
" My technique for cutting steak is to always sharpen my knife. If you don't, your slabs of meat will be messy and unevenly cut. And always let your meat completely defrost. If it's the slightest bit too cold, the cooking process won't be as even. This sounds complicated but it gets easier along the way. Just find techniques that are comfortable for you." Harry gets behind Niall and slowly walks him up closer to the counter.
" How do you know all of this?" Niall takes the knife into his hand and starts cutting his slab of meat. " you live and you learn. Trial and error." Harry smiles. He places his hand onto Niall's wrist and helps him cut. Once the knife hit the cutting board, Harry slid his hand to Niall's and grabbed it.

" So uh..How do you cook it?" Harry let's go and starts wrapping up the unused meat, placing it back in the freezer. He then picks up the cutting board and walks away with it. " Harry the stove is here." Niall calls out while following him. He exits through the glass double doors and onto the back yard patio. " The best steak, is grilled steak." The grill was already heated up. Harry must have done it while I was in the shower, Niall thought. The sizzling sound of steak beginning to cook interrupted Niall's thoughts.
" Can you set out some plates, pour some wine and check on the potatoes please?" Harry glanced at Niall with a charming smile. Niall turned and made his way back into the house.

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Niall closed the oven after checking the potatoes. He looked at the table and it was set nicely. To kill time, he decided to explore the house a little more. Walking into the living room, his eyes wandered to the family photos.
There were several of Harry. Looking into the camera with his beautiful big green eyes and perfect pink lips. Holding up all of his sea shells that he found, looking proud of himself. Another was him enjoying a burger the size of his head. Ketchup all over his mouth and a little mustard on his nose. Harry was so adorable and he looked so Happy.
Niall moves on to a few pictures of Harry and his father. His father lifted him into the sky smiling at his son laughing with joy. The next few showed them fishing, eating and just bonding together. But there wasn't one picture of Harry's mother. Not one.
" Niall! Food!" Harry called from the backyard. Niall jumped and quickly exited the room and back into the kitchen. Harry came in with two still sizzling steaks on the cutting board. He slid them in the two plates Niall set out and went to go take out the potatoes.
" Wow look at that. I outdid myself once again." Harry smiles and starts filling up the baked potatoes. Butter, sour cream, chives, cheese and tomatoes. He places them in the plates and sits.

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" Harry this is amazing." Niall covers his mouth to hide all the food he stuffed in his mouth. " I'm glad you like it babe. At least I know you're not lying." Harry chuckles at the sight of Niall stuffing his cute rosy cheeks with steak and salad. " Yeah, all honesty here." Niall smiles back picking up his wine glass.
Harry's smile faded, he looked down and tossed his steak pieces around with his fork.
" You know, Niall. Since were talking about honesty here.." Niall looked up from his plate. " My mother loved to fly. During the time of him moving back and forth to places and us two going on plane trips was the time of their divorce. He would avoid the divorce by taking me places with him. I was his happy place. I'm doing the same thing as my mother and father. The fake marriage for show. But the thing is, they actually loved each other. The fast life tore them apart. We never had homes. Just houses and hotels that didn't feel like home. Mother actually wanted another child but my dads lifestyle wouldn't let him do anything family wise." Harry shrugs.

" Harry. I'm..so sorry." Niall put his glass down. " I didn't tell you this for pity. I've been thinking a lot about what you said at the dinner with me and Savannah, believe it or not. You're right, I don't tell you anything. And if I want this to go any farther, I need to be honest with you. So..I'm an open book." Harry sighs and takes a swing at his wine.
" Okay...You and Savannah. If you guys are only together because of the publicity and your father , why does she want a baby?" Niall asks.
" Because Savannah actually loves me. When we met I told her what it was. Years down the road I guess she just couldn't help it." Harry takes a bite from his steak. " Well who could blame her?" Niall smiles. That made Harry smile to.
" It's gonna be hard you know. I'm not going to leave her but I do want us to start seeing other people. I mean it's just for publicity but even though it's only for show, I've known her for a long time. She's still my wife and like my best friend. Telling her all of this is going to break her." Harry shakes his head.

Niall understood now. Harry does want to tell Savannah and he will eventually. That was beginning to be enough for him.

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