Replace Me (Sequel to No Foundations)

I'm All Gooey - Chapter 8

"Fine! Thankfully we have nothing to do today. I'll make breakfast for you guys if you want, sans the hangover cure. Sasha, get ready, we are going out after breakfast. It's been too long since I've gone shopping with you." I say and she rolls her eyes but smiles.

"Sounds good." She says, walking out for the room to her bedroom I presume. Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn all leave to do their own thing as well. Which leaves just Harry and me in the kitchen together. I sigh at him before looking around the kitchen at what to cook.

"Need some help?" He asks and I smile at him.

"You want to cook with me? Have we done that before?" I ask him, thinking back on our past relationship moments. He seems to be trying to remember as well.

"Nope. I don't think so." He smiles, "Look at us being all couple-y!" He says with an excited tone painting his voice.

"You're so lame." I shove him a bit before opening the fridge. "How do omelets sound?" I ask.

"Sounds fantastic!" He says.

"Alright then babe, looks like I'm gonna need you to do some chopping." I wink at him, handing him a large knife. "If you cut yourself with this, or even pretend to cut yourself with this," I glare at him, knowing it's something he'd do. "I will punish you." I warn him.

"Kinky." He says, kissing my cheek. I roll my eyes.

"I guess I walked right into that one." I say, starting to chop up peppers and mushrooms and Canadian bacon. "How is this refrigerator always full?" I ask, realizing we never go grocery shopping.

"Magic fridge?" Harry laughs, bowing to the fridge. I laugh, throwing some mushrooms at him. "You don't want to do that." He warns me and an evil smile spreads across my face.

"Oh yeah?" I tease him.

"Yeah." He says, dropping his knife and grabbing a handful of flour from the container on the counter. "Surrender now or prepare to fight, fight, fight!" He says.

"Pokemon reference? That ones new." I say, and he smiles his famous cheeky smile, obviously proud of himself. And with that I take the opportunity to spray him with PAM cooking oil.

"REMINGTON!" He yells, starting to chase me around the kitchen, throwing flour at me. We were both laughing like maniacs before Harry finally caught me. "Say you're sorry!" He says, squishing me between him and the pantry.

"Alright, babe, alright!" I say, reaching my hand into my apron. "I am so sorry... for this!" I say, cracking an egg over his head. He closes his eyes and just shakes his head slowly as egg runs down his hair. I laugh like a manic until he pins me against the pantry again and rubs his hair all over me.

"HARRYYYY!" I scream, trying to squirm away.

"That's what you get!" He says.

"My face is all gooey!" I scream.

"My hair is all gooey!" He laughs, trying to give me a kiss but I turn my face away from him.

"NO!" I shout and he pouts. I can barely resist him. "Ugh fine." I say, kissing him quickly, he lets me go and I walk over to the other side of the kitchen we the towels are. I throw one at him and he laughs at me.

"This isn't going to help me!" He says and I laugh.

"I guess not. You might want to go shower again." I say, walking over to him and wiping an egg yoke spot off his cheek and kissing him once it's clean. He rolls his eyes.

"Thanks for this." He says, sarcastically.

"You still love me." I say and he wraps his arms around my waist.

"Yeah that's probably true." He kisses me and I kiss him back. He deepens the kiss and sways us back and forth until more yoke gets on my face and I pull away.

"Seriously Harry, go shower. This is gross." I laugh.

"It's your fault!" He mumbles, before walking out of the kitchen. I look around the place and it's a huge mess. I sigh to myself this time before I start wiping down the counters.

"Hey Remi?" I hear Zayn's voice call to me and I look up. "Woah, what happened in here?" He looked around at the disaster.

"Harry happened." I said, smiling to myself a little bit.

"Oh. Where did he go?" He asks.

"He's taking a shower." I say, "So what's up Zayn?" I ask, although I have a feeling I already know what he's about to bring up.

"Well, I just kind of wanted to, apologize, I guess, for last night. I was really drunk." He says, not meeting my eyes.

"It's okay. I was taken off guard, but I understood that you were drunk and weren't thinking clearly." I tell him. "That's what it was, right?" I ask, just making sure.

"Yeah, pretty much, I don't know. I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have said anything. Obviously I'd never get in the way of you and Harry. I think I just get jealous of what you two have sometimes... You're both so happy and perfect." He confessed and I smile.

"You'll find that Zayn, maybe sooner than later." I say, my eyes flickering over to Sasha who is in the living room on the couch watching Niall and Louis play video games. Zayn smiles.

"Yeah, maybe." He says, zoning off. "Well I just wanted to apologize, and I guess thank you for understanding, and not ripping my head off. I didn't mean to put a damper on your night." He says and I walk around the counter to hug him.

"You didn't, but thanks for clearing it up. and just an fyi, you totally have my permission with Sasha if you're thinking about it." I whisper to him.

"Thanks," He says, trying to hide a smile. "Do you need some help in here?" He asks.

"Oh no. I'm making Harry clean up the rest of it." I say, and speak of the devil he comes walking into the kitchen.

"I just took a shower though!" he protests.

"Sucks to suck!" I wink at him, kissing his cheek. "I'm going to go get ready." I say as I walk out of the room, smiling to myself as I overhear harry grumble to him self.

"Hey are you almost ready?" Sasha asks.

"Yeah let me just change quick. Remind me in the future, Harry and I should never cook together. Ever." I laugh as I walk up the stairs.

"Noted." Sasha says following me to Harry and I's room. When we reach the room I walk into the closet to pick out a new outfit and Sasha follows me. "Umm... Is there anywhere I can sit in here that you two haven't had sex on?" She ask and I laughed, walking back into the bedroom and looking around.

"Umm.. The floor." I say, "Well that corner of the floor." I point and wink at her. She shutters.

"I'll stand."

"I missed you!" I pulled her into a hug, laughing.

"Put a shirt on!" She shoved me away from her. "I missed you too." She laughed. I rolled my eyes and walked back to the closet. Throwing on a simple outfit.

"Alright, let's go." I say, and we walk downstairs. All the boys are hanging out in the living room. I walk over to Harry and give him a quick kiss on the lips before grabbing my purse from the table next to him. "Kitchen clean?" I ask him.

"Yep!" He smiles at me and I pat him on the head.

"Good job baby!" I smile and Niall laughs at me. "We are going to go shopping then, I'll be back in a few hours."

"Be safe." Harry says, kissing me one last time before Sasha gets annoyed.

"Remi! Let's go!"

"I'm coming!"

"So is Christmas! Let's go!" She says, pulling on my arm.

"Bye guys!" I shout as we walk out the door. "So, which car should we take?" I raise my eyebrows at her as we walk to the garage.