Living with Harry Styles

Chapter 5

Sorry it took so long to update.

I had major writers block and so much homework to do.

So here is the chapter.

Sorry it's so short

- Emilyxx

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"Emily? Emily?" I heard someone distantly call.

I opened my eyes. I was lying awkwardly on my bed still in my clothes. I looked at the clock. 3pm. I hadn't even noticed I'd fallen asleep. I must have cried so much that I fell asleep. You see Daniel and I had been going out for 6 months so him suddenly breaking up with me was a lot to deal with.

"Emily are you in there?" I heard the person call again.

It was coming from my door. Then I remembered I had locked it when I had came in earlier. I slowly got up off of my bed and made my way towards the door, grabbing a blanket as I went. I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and slowly unlocked the door. When I opened the door I saw a very worried/annoyed looking Harry standing on the other side.

"Emily why didn't you open the door? I've been banging on the door for 30mins w--" Harry said angrily before cutting himself off, his voice softening. "Were you crying?What happened?"

I opened my mouth to try and answer but nothing came out but a small squeak. The tears then started flowing again and I couldn't control them. I felt like a huge baby right now.

"Aww come here babe," Harry said stepping into my room and wrapping me in a massive hug.

I just cried and cried into his hoodie as he led us over to my bed. He laid down with me next to him, me clinging onto his neck and still crying. We stayed like this for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything to each other. Me crying into his now probably saturated hoodie and Harry just holding me, rubbing calming circles on my back. When my sobs started to slow down a bit and my tears stopped flowing, Harry finally spoke.

"What happened?" he asked looking down at me.

I slowly pried myself off of him and wiped my now puffy eyes.

"Daniel," I answered sniffling slightly as I lent up against the wall.

"Daniel? What did he do?" he asked confused as he lent against the bead head.

"He broke up with me," I whispered, barely audible.

Things went silent again with Harry not responding to my answer. I just stared down at my lap, blinking back tears. All of a sudden Harry stood up from the bed and held his hand out to me. Why was he holding his hand out for?

"We're going to cheer you up," he said laughing, obviously seeing the confused look on my face.

I took his hand as he helped me up from the bed. I suddenly couldn't feel the ground anymore and my whole body was shaking. Harry had thrown me over his shoulder and was now running down the stairs. This hurt like crazy and not to mention the fact that my head was down near his ass.

"PUT ME DOWN NOW STYLES," I yelled/laughed as he continued to run through the house with me hanging off of his shoulder.

"Okay, okay. Chill Em," he laughed finally putting me down on the kitchen island. Not the place I particularly wanted to be sat right now.

Harry then started rummaging through the fridge pulling out random things and then doing the same thing with the cupboards. He was obviously looking for something but I couldn't quite gather what it was. I looked down next to me and studied the items now laid out on the island. Eggs. Milk. Butter. A round tin. A spoon. A bowl. Sugar.

"So I'm guessing your idea of cheering me up is cooking then?" I said looking over at Harry who was still looking through one of the cupboards.

"Yep," he replied taking out what looked to be the final ingredients for the mystery thing we were making.

Chocolate and raspberries. What are we making? I am a horrible cook.

"We are making chocolate and raspberry muffins," said Harry reading my mind.

"You know I can't cook Haz," I replied jumping off of the island.

"Exactly," came his reply as he walked out of the kitchen and came back in with this phone.

He placed his phone into the dock situated on the island and Ne-Yo came blasting out of the speakers.

"This is going to be interesting," I said helping Harry put the ingredients into the bowl.

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1 hour later, me and Harry were sitting on the kitchen floor laughing with egg and flour all over us, not to mention the rest of the kitchen. We had gotten into a little bit of a food fight when Harry had 'accidentally' spilled egg on my arm. Some how we had actually managed to make the muffins without burning the kitchen down in the process.

Once I finally calmed down I looked over at Harry to see him already staring at me, a huge grin plastered across his flour covered face.

"What?" I asked suddenly feeling very self conscious.

"Your smiling," he answered.

I'm smiling? What the hell type of answer was that? Of course I was smiling. Had he not seen the state of the kitchen?

"Of course I'm smiling you idiot. Why is that so amusing to you?" I asked back.

"I said I would cheer you up and I have clearly succeeded," he answered, doing a little victory dance as he stood up off of the messy floor.

"Shut up," I blushed, as Harry helped me off of the floor.

The timer for the muffins went off and Harry took our lovely 'masterpieces' out of the oven. We both took a muffin after they were cooled and cautiously took a bite out of them. They actually tasted pretty good.

"Thank you Hazz," I said after I took the last bite of my muffin.

"For what?" he asked, swallowing the last of his muffin.

"For being such a good friend to me and for just being you."

"Aww, come here Em," he said as he pulled me into a gigantic hug.

We just stood there in the middle of the kitchen hugging. We kept hugging until we heard a voice come from behind us.

"It looks like a bomb site in here. What did you kids do?" asked a very confused looking Anne from the doorway of the kitchen.

You could see by the look on her face that she was in no way going to step foot into her now fully trashed kitchen.

"Just a little baking mum," replied Harry with a hint of laughter in his voice.

Anne however did not seem to find the matter funny, even though you could see that she was trying to hide a smile.

"I want this kitchen cleaned up before Robin gets home in 20 minutes," she said walking towards the lounge room.

"Yes mam," both Harry and I replied, whilst saluting.

I turned to look back at the kitchen and couldn't actually understand how it was that we got egg on top of the fridge and on the roof. This is going to be interesting to clean.

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So there it is

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