Callux's POV
I open the door to our flat and I'm meat with the smell off smoke and it's a little misty inside. I start to freak out instantly.
"HARRY?" I yell out, in a bit off a panic as he is supposed to be home, please be OK, I think to myself over and over again as I don't hear him calling back
"HARRY, WHERE ARE YOU?" I call out for him again.
"KITCHEN" I hear him yell back and I sigh with relief, so I walk to the kitchen, and I'm so confused off what he hell he could be doing.
"Harry, what are you doing?" I ask as I take a look around, there is smoke coming out off the oven and Harry is just opening every window in the house that he can open.
"I'm baking" he tells me as he turns around with an awkward smile on his face
"baking?"
"yeah, I thought I could try"
"Well babe, it does not look like you have done it successfully" I tell him
"I kinda forgot that I was baking, and went to edit a video" Harry tells me as he looks down to the floor.
"you forgot?"
"yeah, I forgot to put the timer on and I guess I left them in there for to long" he bit his lip and I just smile and laugh a bit,
"get them out, you need to turn the oven off right now, or you will set the smoke alarm off" I tell him as he just went to open the windows, he did not even open the oven or turn it off, so there was always more smoke coming out
"it went off, that is when I remembered that I was in fact baking" Harry tells me, I have no words for him. I just shake my head
"you are such a child" I just laugh as I turn off the oven and open it up, only to be met by black smoke and ruined cookies.
"surprise" Harry smiles as I take the tray out and put in on the counter
"you were trying to bake cookies I see "
"hey, I managed to bake them, at least they are not raw you got to give me that at least"
"well, they are not eatable either, so that is not much better" I say to him
"I'm sorry, I was just trying to be a nice boyfriend" Harry then tells me as he looks down on the floor
"hey, none off that, It was a cute though, and I love you very much for it, but next time, let me bake the cookies OK"
"fine, I wont bake cookies anymore" he says and now I feel bad, I never wanted to hurt his feelings.
"hey common I never said that, don't be sad"
"I'm just going to try a cake next time" he tells me as he looks up, a grin plastered on his face
"you are lucky that you are cute, you know that" I shake my head and laugh, and then I start cleaning up the mess that my boyfriend had made when attempting to make the cookies.
Don't judge Harry, because Harry is me!
I can't bake!