Not So Ordinary~ A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 15: Cheesecake & Conversation

Chapter 15: Cheesecake and Conversation

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter went Brit (Liam's puppy) walking up and down the ceramic tile in Harry's kitchen, the pads of her small paws making a soft thudding sound. "Come here, girl." I called to her, taking a seat on the floor, crossing my legs and patting at my lap. She made her way over to me, clumsily collapsing on my lap, sighing and licking the tip of her nose. "Good girl." I smiled, petting her. The twit cam had ended shortly after Nidia had left. I tried to catch her heading out the door, but she had left in a hurry. The only new friendship that I had managed to make, had fizzled out faster than I could say 'wait'. I scrolled through my phone, all the texts that I'd sent to Nidia, pleading to her to let me explain. They all were ignored.

"What's wrong, babe?" Liam had just walked through the door and saw me, sitting on the ground. "Nothin, just thinking." I looked up and smiled at him, grateful for his sweetness. "I'm sorry about Nidia." He replied, keeping eye contact.

"I know she was important to you."

"Yeah, she was."

"I'm sure she'll come 'round sooner or later."

"She won't even answer my texts." I sighed, frustrated. "It's whatever." I added, glancing at something Liam was holding, slightly behind his back. "What's that?" I asked, as he slowly moved it away from me. "It's... whatever." He said, moving it further away from my reach. "C'mon, lemme see." I smirked, grabbing at it and finally pulling it off of him. It was a gossip magazine. "What the hell?" I asked aloud, flipping through the pages to see a massive photo of me, smiling into the twitcam. Liam ran a hand through the front of his hair, exhaling. "It was on our steps this morning." I scanned the article, my name... sorry, my fake name seemed to pop out at me. I read a bit out loud to Liam, "Cora Landins. A small-town girl from Canada who has now broke the news that Zayn Malik and her are an official couple. These two love birds are seen in a photo above, from a twit cam they had appeared in yesterday night with the other 1D lads." I stopped. Just below were some tweets people had sent to us. Some were incredibly nice, of course. But alot were negative. Not just rude stuff... mean stuff. Hateful things. "I didn't want you to see it." Liam told me, his puppy dog eyes matching Brit's. "It's whatever." I said simply.

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"How do you turn on this stupid oven, Laila?" Harry called to me from my kitchen. "Just push in the dial and turn it to what temperature you want!" I laughed, calling back from my room, peeking my head around the door frame. I was getting dressed and he made me promise to bake something with him before he went on with the boys on their promo tour around America. "Alriiiight." He bit his lip and squinted his eyes in concentration, turning the dial slowly. He paused, standing back. "There!" He exclaimed, impressed with himself.

I smiled at myself, listening to Harry talking to himself out in the kitchen. After pulling on some shorts & a baggy t-shirt I cam out to the kitchen, tying up my hair and going to the sink to wash my hands. Harry joined me, asking "So, what are we making, Mrs. Chef?" He laughed, pulling back a strand of hair that had fallen infront of my cheek. I smiled up at him, saying, "French Cheesecake!" Drying off my hands. "Oui oui, Gâteau au fromage français. Le français est la langue de l'amour, non?" Harry spoke, his french accent was terrible but that made it even more adorable. "I'm gonna pretend I understood what you just said." I giggled. "French is the language of love." He replied with, keeping eye contact as he took an apron off the hanging hook, reaching around my waist to tie it slowly, creating a nice bow. He tugged at the bow, perfecting it before adding, "Am I right, Laila?" Putting a hand around my waist, toying at the strings on the apron. I swallowed, nervous. "I suppose. I never learnt much French in school, mostly Spanish -" I continued gabbing on, my nervousness getting to me. Harry raised an eyebrow, cleary amused. " - Dorina helped me learn some Hungarian though, that's pretty cool and - " Harry put a finger to my lips and I shut up instantly, my hands getting sweaty. An awkward exhale escaped my lips as I waited for him to say something, do something. Instantly, Harry pulled me into him by the string on the apron, wrapping his arms tightly around me, his curls tickling my forehead. I expected him to kiss me right away... I wanted him to kiss me right away, but he paused for a moment. "Well, let's get baking then!" He exclaimed, gave me a massive smirk before winking at me and turning around to open the fridge. What an ass, I thought, smiling at him.