Breaking

Chapter 7

Saturday, October 20, 2012 1:25am

I sat there watching Harry scurry around the kitchen sticking something in the oven and others in a boiling pot. “Hmmm… Can I ask what are you making?” I smiled from amusement. He stopped chopping the carrot and looked at me dead serious. “Shhh… there’s no talking in La cuisine du Harry.” He said the last part with a very heavy and deep French accent. I couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. Harry glared at me which only caused my laugh harder. He grabbed a small carrot and tossed it at my head. I found this hilarious. I was laughing so hard that tears had begun to stream out of my eyes. I covered my mouth with my hands trying to muffle my laughter when I saw Harry getting ready to chuck another carrot at my head. After a while I calmed down and was back to as normal as I would ever be. “Can you sing me something? Please?” Harry whined at me. I just shook my head. “Pleeeease Jules. Sing me something. You know I love your voice.” Harry said looking at me with pleading eyes from across the kitchen island.” Again I just shook my head. “Oh come on. Why aren’t you speaking? At least speak to me.” He said sweetly. I hopped off the counter and grabbed the pad and paper beside the fridge and began to write. “What are you doing?” Harry kept nagging on.  I handed the piece of paper to Harry and then Hopped back on the counter I was previously sitting on.

“You, Harry Edward Styles, requested for me not to speak, so I will not speak, let alone sing. And since when do you love my voice? That’s new.” Harry read what I had written out loud. “What? What do you mean since when have I loved your voice?!? I’ve always loved it. Can’t you remember me begging you to join White Eskimo? And then me begging you to go on XFactor with me? I love your voice! I always have. I think people should hear it. And since when do you listen to what I tell you to do? Huh? Now that’s new!” Harry said as he walked towards me and placed his hands on my thighs. He placed a kiss on my forehead making it last a long time. “Now, Will you please sing for me?” Harry asked sweetly as he pulled away and looked into my eyes. “Grrr… fine. Only because I love you.” I said sounding annoyed. I winked at Harry and began to sing one on my favorite American country songs, Stuck Like Glue by Sugarland.

“Absolutely no one who knows me better

No one that can make me feel so good

How did we stay so long together?

Everybody, everybody said we never would

And just when I

Start to think they're right

The love has died

There you go making my heartbeat again

Heart beat again, heart beat again

There you go making me feel like a kid

Won't you do it, do it one time?

There you go pulling me right back in

Right back in, right back in

And I know I'm never letting this go

I’m stuck on you”

I stopped singing when Harry pulled out a dish from the oven and told me to go sit on the coach in the room we had entered from. I smiled and walked into the little white elegant room. I sat down cross-legged on the love seat and waited for Harry to walk through the door. After about what seemed like forever I was lying down on the couch when Harry finally walked in caring a tray filled with food. It smelled amazing. I sat down on the couch normally and waited for Harry to hand me a plate of what ever he had made. He sat the tray down on the little table in front of the couch and then took a seat beside me. “Ok. So are you prepared to be amazed?” Harry asked winking at me. “Hahaa… just feed me already. I’m starving.” I said poking out my tongue at him. He lifted the lid off of the plate to revile mac and cheese with peri peri chicken. “Whoa! Harry! How in the heck did you make this?” I asked completely and utterly shocked. He just chuckled and placed the plate between both of us handing me a fork. I crossed my legs and turned to face Harry as he also crossed his legs and faced me. We had the plate balanced between both of our legs just eating away. “I really can’t believe you made this. How in the world did you ever learn how to?” I asked astonished. “Well Louis has been teaching me how to cook a little and then I’ve been taking some professional classes.” Harry replied shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn’t anything out of this world. Once we were finished with the plate Harry sat it back on the table and asked me to close my eyes. After a little resistance I decided to close my eyes. “Ok. So I don’t know how good this is… but here it goes. Keep your eyes closed but open up your mouth.” Harry said chuckling as he heard how inappropriate his request had sounded. I laughed a little and then opened my mouth. He gave me a spoonful of something… it was warm yet cold, ice cold. It tasted almost like vanilla ice cream mixed with cinnamon and nutella with a crepe drizzled with something else. “Hmmm… that’s so good. What is it? It feels as if my taste buds are having a party. Can I open up my eyes now?” I asked inquired by the strange pleasure and taste. “Nope. Not yet. And hold up you’ll find out soon.” Harry said popping the ‘p’ when he said ‘nope’. I felt him move around in the seat beside me and then I felt his lips on my nose. “Now you can open up your eyes.” He said softly. I opened my eyes slowly scared to what I might find. I was met by big warm green eyes, barely two inches away from my face. His nose was almost touching mine. He had a wide smile across his face which caused my to smile. We must have had stayed a bit of a long time like that because when we finally snapped back into reality and looked down, the ice cream was completely melted and the crepe was all soggy. “Aww… it’s ruined.” Harry said frowning. “It’s okay. That just means you owe me another desert sometime. Besides… what I got to try of it was soooo good.” I offered him a reassuring smile. “Ok. If you say so. And I will. Hmm… we should probably go back now, it’s almost 3am.” I nodded my head and Harry jumped on the couch holding up his finger to signal for me to wait for a second. Harry carried everything back into the kitchen while I remained sitting on the couch. After a while Harry returned and stood in front of me offering me his hand. I grabbed his hand and I hooped up off the couch. We walked home holding hands and laughing at random things that would pop into our heads. When we got to the flat Harry opened up the door for me. “Hey, I have to go get something. I’ll be back in a bit.” Harry said kissing my forehead. I nodded my head and said, “Ok. Be back soon. I’m going to go to sleep. I’m exhausted.” I went inside and shut the door leaving Harry outside.