Cherry- H.S

Trying My Best.

A/N: I strongly encourage you to fully listen to this song after you finish reading this chapter because it's Harry in a NUTSHELLLLLLL!

Also, I'm sorry for the pain... I would say I didn't mean to... but I fully meant to so I won't lie.(:

    I dance around the kitchen in his white Kiss tshirt. I have about eighty seven things going on at the exact same time, but it's a good day... It's Thanksgiving, and I haven't celebrated this in over two years. It's not a huge deal, but it's still something to me because he wanted to spend it with me. I told him to just walk in. The past week we've been in and out of each others houses, staying the nights here and there. He always tells me how much he loves it here because it doesn't feel like just a place I'm staying in but an actual home... He says his place isn't really a home in his eyes which hurts my heart a little bit.  A soft meow sounds, and I look up to Bowie with a smile as I stand in the kitchen, and he sits on the counter.

    "What's cookin good lookin?" I ask him, and he looks unamused. "Alright sour pus, wipe that attitude off your cute little face. We've got company coming, and I expect you to be on your best behavior.. We like him, remember?" I ask him, and he meows.

    "Okay geez you don't have to call me out like that... I love him, you like him. Same thing." I shrug, and he stares at me. "Okay I know, not the exact same but... you know what, shut up Bowie." I raise my eyebrows at him, and he lays down now, ignoring me. Sassy pants. I turn up the volume of the music, and move with a smile, knowing he'll be here soon enough. I listen to the music, and dance around the kitchen, and right away I notice the tune of the new song. I want it that way by the backstreet boys. I raise my wisk high in the air only to bring it back down in a victory fist pump. "Oh hell yes."

    "Dear god what are you listening to.." I turn around to see Harry leaning against the doorway, and I point my whisk to him, and then bring it close to me, preparing to use it as a microphone. "Please don't... " He shakes his head laughing, meeting me halfway. "Sing anything else, I mean it, any-"

    "You are, my fire, the one desire. Believe when I say... I want it that way." I let go of his hand as soon as the beat starts, and do a swift step touch, using the wisk for good as it sits in front of my face.

    "But we are two worlds apart, can't reach to your heart, when you say that I want it that way." I point to him, and do a spin, breaking into the chorus.

    "Tell me why? Ain't nothin but a heartache, tell me why? Ain't nothin but a mistake. Tell me why? I never wanna hear you say, that I want it that way." I spin around him overdramatically but he catches me by my waist, pulling me straight in.

    "This is a fire hazard." He warns me, and I smirk, wiggling my eyebrows.

    "What? Me or the food?" I wiggle them some more, and he shakes his head, laughing at me. I pull away from him, and change the song, going back to the stove to make sure the food is actually okay.

    "I know I don't have much room to talk considering I don't celebrate this holiday... but I'll be honest I didn't expect to walk into your kitchen and it smell like a mexican restaurant." He tells me, and I look over my shoulder to see him standing at the counter, his hand reaching up to pet Bowie.

    "Well normally there's turkey, and mashed potatoes and all that boring stuff." I tell him, turning the stove off.

    "And what are we having?" He asks.

    "Tacos... duh." I turn back around, coming straight to him. He welcomes me in with a real hug now.

    "And why tacos Cherry?" He asks, looking down on me as his arms rest over my shoulder, my arms wrapping around his waist.