Criminal

39

Jessy

Harry and I are cleaning the kitchen, he is a really good cook. He made roasted chicken and smashed potatoes on the side.

"You're a really good cook" I say.

"Thanks, let's see how your chocolate cake tastes."

I made a chocolate cake before Harry made the roasted chicken.

"It's gonna be horrible" I say.

"Let's find out." Harry takes a bite from the cake.

He makes a sour face.

"Is it that bad?"

"This is disgusting, it's horrible, your a terrible cook!" I gasp at his words.

He chuckles, "I'm just joking love it's great."

I sigh of relief. "You could've been more nicer if it really was bad," I pout.

"Aww is someone sensitive?" Harry coos.

"Kind of."

"I'm sorry, you know I was kidding." he wraps his arms around me.

"I know" I kiss him on the cheek.

"Hey have th-" Niall walks in then looks around.

"What's this?" Niall asks pointing at the food.

"Harry cooked it except for the cake I made it" I explain.

"Harry?" He questions.

"Yeah, you know I can cook."

"I know but you don't cook like ever. If one of us asks you to cook something for us you say no and flipping us off."

"I felt like cooking today" Harry mumbles.

"Mhm" Niall eyed us suspiciously.

"What?" Harry asks.

"Nothing, I just came to ask you have the others came back from the hospital?"

"No."

Niall doesn't say anything else he walks back into the basement.

"What do you want to do? do you want to eat the cake?" Harry asks.

"No, I was wondering can we go back to that house in the woods?"

"Yeah let me just go tell the guys we're leaving."

*ding ding*

I turn my phone on and see I have another text from the unknown number. I don't bother to look at it I just ignore it.

"Ok let's go" Harry says.

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"Why did you want to come here?" Harry asks when we sit in the sofa.

"I don't know, I like it here it's peaceful."

"You've only came one time here."

"I know but still" I say.

"No one can find us here together" Harry says.

"Are you still planning on coming to the party right?" he says.

"Yeah" I sigh.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm just tired" I say softly.

"Then take a nap" he suggests.

"Not tired like that I mean like tired of hiding us from everyone."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm tired of sneaking around and always watch out who sees us together."

"So what do you want to do about it?" He asks.

"I don't want to hide anymore, at least let's tell my parents."

"I thought you said they would flip if they found out."

"They might not I don't know let's tell them, please" I say.

"I don't know" Harry says unsure.

Hey guys
This chapter is dedicated to Zayn since it's his birthday. Happy birthday Zayn! I'm sorry it's short and it's boring.