Photograph | H. S.

8

"H, would you stop?" You scream when you feel another little shower of powder above your head.

"Not really." He shrugs, laughing as he watched you roll your eyes.

You both were baking some cakes for the cafe, and Harry had 'attacked' you three times already, which meant you've had to clean yourself three times.

"Okay, mister." You smirk evilly, grabbing a piece of dough, "Wanna fight? Let's fight!"

The chaos begins when the dough hits Harry's cheek. His eyes widen in shock, but he quickly recovers, and soon you both were throwing every ingredient you could find at each other, laughs and screams filling the kitchen.

Harry starts chasing you around, and you suddenly slip on the dirty floor, landing on your back. Harry can't stop himself so he falls as well, right on the top of you.

Your heart skips a bit when you notice how close you two were with the position you ended up in. You weren't blind, you admit you always found him a bit handsome, but now, with his face and curls covered with powder and his bright emerald eyes right above yours, he seemed flawless.

His expression gets serious, and you don't know if it's your imagination or not, but he starts to lean down slowly when a voice interrupts.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

You and Harry awkwardly stand up. You blush with shame when you see Jennifer standing by the door, frowning with her arms crossed, waiting for an explanation.

"Jen, I-"

"It was my fault, Jen." Harry cuts you off, "y/n was doing a great job but I kept teasing her, and we ended up in this mess. Sorry."

Your boss sighs heavily but then smiles, "You never learn, kiddo. I should put you washing dishes permanently. Now you both clean this up. I want everything shining!"

"Yes, Jen!" You and Harry say at the same time.

"Thanks for taking the blame." You tell him.

He shrugs, smiling, "I just did the correct thing. It was my fault after all."

You nod, trying to find on his expression any clue of what almost happened earlier. But he just turns around and starts cleaning.

Guess it was all your imagination.

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"It's so obvious you like him!" Emma says convincingly, taking a sip of her drink. You had just told everything to her and Louis. You were at Fine Line, it's your day off but seems like your best friends almost lived there now, which causes you to get a bit distracted sometimes, but you loved their visits.

"This turned into a girls talk, imma get coffee." Louis laughs as he stands up and goes to the balcony.

Harry is working today, and you sigh as you watch him running around to take care of orders.

"And why are you so sure of that?" You ask Emma, frowning.

"First of all, you wouldn't be thinking of that almost kiss if you didn't care." She states and you blush, drinking your smoothie, "Second, this is the first time I see you this happy since... hum, you know."

You sigh, knowing she is talking about Zayn. It shattered you when the relationship was over, but he was finally getting out of your head for good, and honestly you couldn't be more relieved about it. He wasn't the right person for you.

"Well, I'm not sure, maybe-" You interrupt your speech when you hear Harry's unmistakable laugh.

You look at the balcony, seeing he's laughing at something Louis said. He spots you and grins, winking at you. You feel a pinch in your heart and return it, waving as Louis comes back to the table, looking at Harry and then at you.

"God, you're so whipped." He mocks you and you flip him off, "Look, you'll know if he likes you, as well as you'll know if he doesn't."

"How?" You frown.

"You just know. We boys don't show wrong signals if we don't like a girl."

"Speak for yourself." Emma scoffs.

"Well, I'm a gentleman." Louis raises his eyebrows playfully, making you and Emma laugh.

You think of his words as you stare at Harry one more time, wondering if you're ready to open your heart to someone else.