"Do you need help packing?" I called out while standing outside Harry's room, I didn't hear any reply so I knocked twice.
"Ugh fine fine," he opened the door slightly and let out a shaky breathe.
"What are you hiding in there Styles," I raised an eyebrow and he shook his head before letting me in.
Huge, huge was an understatement. The room was beautiful, big and matched my aesthetic perfectly.
His walls were black accent, there were photographs all over and the bed was dark grey.
My jaw was touching the ground as I looked around.
"I- it's beautiful," I let out a sigh and ran my hands on one of the pictures.
A young Harry was stood next to a tall girl, with Robert and next to him was a beautiful lady. She had black hair flowing because of the wind, she wore a happy smile and one of her hands were resting on Harry's shoulder. There many cute family pictures that he was hiding from everyone.
"Beautiful isn't she?" Harry stood behind me, he was leaning on the wall with his arms folded.
"Gorgeous, are we going to stay with her?" I asked and Harry nodded.
"Is this what you were hiding? You're such a softie!" I playfully punched his arm and he chuckled.
"Don't call me a softie and don't tell the lads, or anyone about this room," he warned and I nodded curtly.
"Softie" I teased and jogged away from him, opening his wardrobe and tossing clothes in his bag.
"Don't. Call. Me. That" he warned and I laughed.
"Whatever you say Styles," I playfully rolled my eyes and looked at him glaring at me.
"Aw I'm sorry softie are you angry?" I went too far again.
He was about to say something but turned away before helping me pack his stuff.
Harry helped me put the bags in the car and then the road trip to Cheshire begun. It was a very cold day, considering it was winter but Harry being the cold hearted man he was, turned the ac on full blast.
"I don't plan on getting hypothermia today Harry," I pulled my jacket close to my body and rubbed my arms. "You want me to turn the heater on?" he questioned and I gave him the 'isn't it obvious look'.
"Sorry love, its not that cold," he smirked and kept driving.
I groaned and hit several buttons causing the car to get colder.
"You're just making it worse for yourself," his smirked got wider and it took all my energy to not slap him.
"Y- you disgust me" I tugged on his jacket which irritated him more.
"Oh my god! I have to deal with your bullshit for 3 hours now" he complained.
"You might as well turn the heater on, I'll shut up and go to sleep then," I raised my eyebrows and he eventually gave up, turning the heater on.
After two hours of me napping and then one hour of us bickering, we finally reached the destination. Harry's mum's house wasn't a mansion or a warehouse, it gave out good homely vibes. As soon as I walked in I was welcomed by the smell of cinnamon and pumpkins.
"Harold!" Harry's stunning mum engulfed him in a hug, he smiled and returned the hug. Mamma's boy.
"And you must be Athena, I am sorry for all the trouble you have to go through because of my husband and son. Love your hair," she apologized on behalf of the two men and complimented my now fading purple hair.
"Its okay, I don't have a choice I guess," I let out a huff and she smiled. "Well make yourself at home, I need to have a chat with my son," she glared at him and I felt Harry tense up.
My hand made its way to his and squeezed the last three of his fingers, in a way of assurance. He looked at me confused but then smiled before following his mum out. I totally didn't mean to do that, what was I thinking? My legs carried me to the soft and plush couch where I sat and wrapped a fluffy blanket around me. I wasn't used to the cold, I hated it so much. I shut my eyes for a minute but then felt something warm curl up on my lap and saw a white with black patterns kitten. She was tiny, I pet her causing her to purr contently making my heart flutter.
"Why do all the pets like you and not me," Harry flopped down on the couch next to me.
"Because, you are a meanie who kills people," I answered and Harry shook his head.
"The question was rhetorical" he said and stood up before heading to the backyard.
I spoke to Anne for a while before heading to the backyard. I frowned at seeing Harry smoking while looking around.
"Are you seriously smoking right now? No mother likes seeing her son smoke," I snatched the cigarette and threw it on the ground, putting it off and throwing it in trashcan in the backyard.
"Thank you, you're the only one that can talk sense into this boy," Anne chuckled and squeezed Harry's shoulder.
"Both of you don't start attacking me," Harry pouted, he was a different person around his mom and I liked this side of him. I chuckled and put my arm around Anne's arm before walking inside the warm house with her. Harry followed us with Evie in his arms.
"Cookies?" she asked and I nodded following her inside the kitchen.
"Bake them yourself, Harry come here. Help your wife bake, that's how you will get closer and probably fall in love," Anne winked playfully and I let out a sigh. Working together with Harry isn't something I wanna do.
"I don't bake mum," Harry said rudely receiving a slap on his arm.
"Bake. I wanna see pretty and tasty cookies. I'm going down to Meredith right now," she spoke and took Evie from his arms, putting her down and leaving.
I put my hands on my hips and watched Harry.
"So? Are you going to help or lay around like the useless bitch you are," I said and Harry's eyes widened.
"Don't call me that, and now that you called me that I'm going to help," he walked over to the counter and pulled out two aprons, tossing me one.
We put our aprons on and I couldn't help but laugh at how funny Harry looked.
The polka dots apron on a button up and tie wasn't something I thought I'd see Harry in.
"You know what, I'm going to change first," he stormed into his room and walked out in a sweatshirt, skin tight jeans and a beanie from which little curls popped out.
"You look more relaxed and like a normal person now," I commented and Harry poked his tongue out at me. I sometimes forget he's just a normal young adult under the scary mafia.
I playfully rolled my eyes and pulled three bowls out.
"Flour?"
"Here" Harry put the huge packet of flour on the counter.
I put my hands on my waist and looked at the ingredients, I didn't want to tell Harry I can't bake cookies so I kept quiet.
"Oh dear, don't tell me you cannot even bake cookies. Is this what I'm stuck with for the rest of my life?" he laughed, shaking his head.
"I- yes I can't cook. I never baked with Rory," I sighed and googled the recipe.
"Oh it's easy" I chuckled and grabbed the bowl.
I handed Harry the spatula to soften the butter which he did while I waited.
After that I poured the flour in which got all over the island.
"Oops" I laughed and looked at my flour covered hands.
"That's how my hands look after I kill someone, except its red," he winked and I huffed, wiping the flour on his cheek.
"HEYY!" he exclaimed and grabbed a handful of flour before putting in my hair.
"Not the hair!" I squealed and tried to run but Harry grabbed my waist while laughing.
My back hit the counter softly as Harry laughed, his dimples on display and his face really close to mine.
"I gotcha" he spoke and looked into my brown eyes.
"I-" before I could finish my sentence Harry's lips melted in mine.
Our lips moved together as I closed my eyes, my hands flew to his beanie, pulling it off so I can get a good grip on his hair.
"Mhmm," he pulled awAy- and moved my hair away from my face.
"Should really get the hair re done," he spoke and I chuckled while shaking my head.
"Sure" I laughed and pushed him away.
"Wow"
"Wow"
We laughed again before getting back to making the dough.
"Roll me out like that dough-" I joked as Harry leaned his head back laughing loudly.
"You know I would do that in a second," he winked and threw a chocolate chip at him.
"Loser" I ate a little raw dough.
"You don't want salmonella now? Do you?" he slapped my hand away.
"I don't care about salmonella, I just want dough," I took some again before watching him pop the hot plate in the oven.
"And now we wait," I took the apron off and hopped back to the couch where Evie was sitting.
Few minutes later, Harry's phone rang and I don't think it was good news looking at his expression.
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