"You might have something brewing in that little brain of yours, Lainey," Harry tapped his finger on his lip while pacing.
The whole school day, I was occupied with trying to come up with an answer. While we were baking, I explained my theories to Harry and he added on some of his own. We were getting somewhere, I think.
"Little?" I joked, "But seriously, it all makes sense. They all have something to gain from us. Sadly, I believe Jackson has been using Amanda. She's obviously head over heels for him. Think about it, Jackson messes with me, to try and get us to fight. He must listen to what I talk to Liam about in biochem. Nothing bad about you, of course, but how I feel about our justice system. It comes up a lot more than you'd think. If we hadn't been so open with each other, he probably thought we were going to break up. That's where Ashleigh comes in, she's been snooping on us to gather information. The prize she gets from this? You."
"So what does Jackson get out of this?" Harry questions sitting on the counter in front of me.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. Why would he choose us, of all people to mess with? There had to be a high power to him, but what would they want from me? I don't have anything to offer," I pondered. I settle my forehead onto Harry's chest. His steady breathing seems to calm my brain, just for a moment.
"Have you ever talked about your father in front of Liam?" Harry pulls my head to look at him. I scrunch my eyebrows in thought. Liam and I don't talk about a lot of personal things.
"I don't think so. If it had, it'd only come up once or twice and nothing big had been mentioned," I huffed, "Ugh, my brain is going into overdrive right now and I can't stop it."
I screwed my eyes shut and rested my head on his chest again. He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head, "I'm sorry baby, is there anything I can do?"
I looked up at him and puckered my lips. He smiled and drew me in for a sweet kiss. It soon turned passionate as he reversed out positions so that I was sitting on the counter. My hands rested on his shoulder as his rested on the sides of my thighs. He grabbed handfuls of the jean-clad flesh. This time, I swiped my tongue on his bottom lip. He took it by surprise.
I pulled away for breath and gave him a few more short kisses, "You should distract me like that more often."
"Mhmm," he hummed against my neck. Even while sitting on a counter, he was still an inch or two taller, so he was bent down a bit.
"We could sit here all day or we could actually get to work. Olive is out front today so we get the luxury of staying back here," My eyes drooped. I was not in the mood to work today. My stamina was low due to all of the racing my mind has been doing. I couldn't run for shit, but if I'm set on solving a problem, my mind won't stop running until that problem is resolved.
Harry pulled from my grasp and made his way to the bread room. I don't know if you could really call it a room, though. It is basically just an insulated janitor's closet. It keeps things warm nonetheless. He returns with a baking tray of cookies. They look awesome. I couldn't stop myself from taking one.
"Are these the chocolate ones you made the other day?" I asked. He nodded and held one in his mouth as well. They were chocolatey, but not too overpowering. Could probably use a nice glass of milk, though.
As if he was reading my mind, Harry came back with two small glasses of milk. I gulped the cool liquid and it felt refreshing washing down the chocolate flavor. I reached for a napkin to wipe my upper lip. Milk mustaches are a curse.
"What's on the to-do list today?" Harry asked, pulling my hips off of the counter. My feet hit the ground lightly. I cleared the counter and skimmed the baking list Olive gave us.
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1985 (h.s.)
Fanfic[COMPLETED] After getting over his initial facade I felt as if I was getting to know the real Harry Styles. I learned the little things about him like how he likes his bread toasted golden brown or that he always has to eat his salads with a certain...
