"What are you doing in my room?" I ask Harry, not only curious but a little creeped out. "I'm not, it's a dream, duh. You can control your dreams you know." That makes sense, I've heard that. But I know I'm not dreaming. I'm not an idiot. "Harry, what are you doing." I ask again. Harry sighs. "You'll find out in the morning." Harry leaves out my door. I don't think about what he had said, and I don't care. I go back to sleep.
Harry probably creeped back into my room once I was asleep because there lay a note that wasn't there before.
"Meet me at the market when you wake up. I'll be waiting."
Sighing, wanting to just go back to asleep again, I get up so I don't keep the love of my life waiting. Usually, I go by the phrase "dress your best everyday as if you're going to meet the love of your life" or something like that, but this time I put on grey sweats and a white baseball tee with navy blue sleeves, white dots on them. Slipping on my black Vans, I stuff my phone in my sweats pockets until I grab my keys, not telling Mum I'm leaving. She just watches me walk out the door.
Rubbing the note between my fingers that was once standing on my bedside table, I wonder why Harry would ask me to meet him at the Markey out of all places. Why does he even want to mee met? After that whole funeral mess yesterday? This boy is something else. I like that.
I take my time finding a spot and text Harry once I had noticed the number on the inside of the folded note (to make it stand) when flipping it around.
~I'm here. Where do I go?~
I sniff, coughing into my elbow until my phone sings in alertness.
+Go inside to the bakery aisle. I'm already walking there so you best gets a goin'.+
If Harry had said that verbally to me, he probably would have sounded country.
Getting out of car, wishing I had brought a hoodie or something since I'm pretty cold in this beginning winter weather, I enter the store. It feels like it always feels when I walk into the market; like everyone's looking at me because I'm invading some sort of privacy. Or the party doesn't start til I walk in. But it's usually always the first one.
In the bakery aisle, I can see Harry examining some boxes of cake mix. He's in a plaid button down, the first few buttons undone to show off his toned chest, a brown hat lays atop his perfect hair, black skinnies, brown boots. His right arm us tucked under his left arm put, supporting his bent left arm as his finger hooks over his lips in thought, eyebrows furrowed.
Harry looks over at me once I'm a few feet away, smiling at me. "Pick a cake." He orders. "Why?" I ask, not feeling the happy mood he's in. I'm a bitter old boy today. I will take a lot to make me laugh. And I laugh at everything.
Harry frowns at me. "Pick one, Debbie Downer." Huffing, I grab a fudge cake and hand it to Harry. "You didn't even think about it." Harry puts the box back on the shelf. "I don't care I like fudge." I shrug. "Pick your favourite. Or one you haven't tried before." Rolling my eyes, I only glance at a few flavors. I take the white chocolate chocolate cake box off the shelf and shove it into Harry's hands.
"Pick some frosting." He moves me down the aisle some. I huff again, letting him know I don't want to do this as I hand him a tube of red and blue frosting. Harry picks out the decorations instead of making me do it, holding everything in his giant, sexy hands. I follow him to the freezer section, walking along the rows of ice cream.
"Pick an ice cream mate." I knew I would have to. I immediately go for the vanilla. Harry raises his eyebrow at me. "It's my favourite." I defend. Harry smirks and tosses a can of whipped cream into the air, catching it and strutting past me down the aisle to the candy aisle. I already know he'll want me to pick out my favorite candy, so I get some Sour Patch. Grinning, Harry picks up Swedish Fish and strides past me again, making me swivel around to follow.
He scan's all the items on the self scanner, swiping his card to pay for it all. He doesn't let me carry the bags, either. He tells me to follow him to his flat before we have to separate to go to our own cars. What is he doing?
Once at Harry's home, I park in front of his house and catch up to him so I don't have to make him wait for me. "Are you ill?" Harry asks when he finally takes the time to examine me. Anybody would guess that at first glance. "Yeah." I respond, crossing my arms. Harry kisses the tips of his fingers and presses the to my forehead before turning to the left for the kitchen. My face remains unamused, even though I got baby butterflies at his actions.
I look behind me at my right and see two guys sitting on the couch. I guess Louis isn't here, because I know he lives with Harry. Or upstairs in this small flat. "Hi, I'm Liam." The kind eyed one smiles, maneuvering his hand out to me. "Niall." I reluctantly shake it. "Zayn." The sparkled eye one grins. I raise my hand a bit and look back to the kitchen where I don't see Harry, but he's in there.
"I've got to get ready for work." Liam says, bringing attention to himself. I watch him skip stairs to probably shower. "NIALL!" Harry yells violently. I can picture his face looking pretty weird while doing so. I walk into the kitchen where I see everything set out on the counter for making a cake. "What's your favourite drink?" He asks. "Fizzy drink." He continues. "Coke." I shrug. "Zayn!" Harry calls. "Yeah mate!" "Can you sugar on top go to the market and get two Cokes! I forgot them!" I don't even let Zayn answer before I volunteer myself. "I can go get it. I have some at my house anyways." I take my keys from my pocket. "No. You're staying right here. Zayn has no problem doing it. RIGHT, ZAYN." Harry speaks just a little bit louder at the last two words to emphasize that whether Zayn wanted to do it or not, he was going to. "Not really." Zayn mumbles. "Goddamnit" Harry bows his head, walking into the living room.
While Harry's distracted by begging Zayn to do his favor, I walk out the door to go get the fizzy drinks from my house. I just steal them from the outside fridge in the garage instead of inside, just to avoid Mum asking any questions I don't know the answer to. Unless she knows and that's why Harry was in our house.
Walking back into Harry's flat, Harry is standing right there when I walk in. Arms crossed, pink frilly apron on, and lips pushed together and up in a disapproving mad smirk. I hand Harry the Coke's and he rips them from my hand sarcastically mad. "Don't you EVER do that again." He fake scolds, walking back to the kitchen. I just sit on the couch and let Harry do his thing.
"You must be really under the weather." Zayn comments, looking at me. I nod, not giving him the time of day to look back. Instead I cross my arms over my chest and lean back in the one seater chair, my head resting against the back of it.
Waking up from my little nap, Harry nods his head to the front door. "Come on Sleeping Charming, lets go." Harry carries the covered up cake to the front door with his keys dangling in his hand. "We're taking my car." Harry calls out. I haven't asked him my curiosities again yet, but I don't have the will to. I'll just let whatever happens, happen.
Harry drives us all the way to the lake. He takes the cake from the backseat before guiding me over to the tree covered land, walking through the small jungle until we get to the other side, the side with softer sand because very few souls know of this place, the water is prettier, though it's a lake, it's just more clear somehow, and it's more quiet. No one around to annoy you.
If I wouldn't know any better, I would think this was a date.
Harry curses under his breath, handing me the cake I still have yet to see what looks like. "Hang on, I didn't grab the blanket." Once I have a firm grip on the cake, Harry bolts back into the tree's and bushes, my head following my eyes following him.
Glancing down at the cake, I set it down in the sand and plop down next to it. I sniff again, feeling my stomach gurgle and the vomity taste warning me I need to prove I'm ill once again. This time, I didn't eat too much of something. More like I ate too less.
Laying down on my side, I curl my arms to my chest as I lay there waiting for Harry to return with the blanket. I wonder what his plan is. Make me eat a cake saying HEY YOU CRIED IN MY ARMS. EAT THIS BABY CAKE , BABY CAKES. It's not clever, but it's calling me out.
I sit back up when I hear Harry's footsteps, watching him lay the blanket down next to me. I scoot onto it after wiping sand off of myself, sitting back up instead of laying down.Harry moves the cake onto the blanket too and digs through a plastic bag he brought also, taking out two paper plates and a bag of plastic silverware. He sets it up as if we're at a dinner table. He's not stopped smiling this whole time, his little smile or proudness, and he doesn't even know it. How cute.
"So-" I sneeze. Harry is silent, staring at me. "Sorry." I mumble, swiping my arm under my nose in a sniff of recovery. "Bless your soul." Harry's voice is small and quiet. "So Pizza Boy, you make me pizza everyday. And it's really fuckin fantastic. So I made you a cake, since I'm better at baking than cooking but I'm still a pretty mad chef."
You're getting cocky.
"Aaaaaand, ta da!" Harry lifts up the plastic thing cover the cake, a red and blue drawing over the white frosting. The blue is Harry and the red is me. I'm giving him a pizza and he's giving me this cake. I can't help but smile for the first time today.
"Do you like it? I should have had Zayn do it, he's the artist, but I wanted to do it myself." Harry explains. I nod. "I love it." I grin. He smiles back. "Great, lets eat it." Harry takes out one of the plastic knives so he can cut us out a piece. I watch him, studying his every feature. His hands, his face, his bones, his chest, his legs, his hair, his style, his everything. He is perfect. And I'm just here.
He even has attractive looking roommates. Attractive people stick together. I'm just the Pizza Boy. I make him Pizza, he's pays me and watches me cry.
"Niall, is it good?" I snap out of my daydream, looking at the plate in front of me. "Oh, uh," I pick up the plate and quickly take an unwanted bite. "Yeah, it's really good." I answer, setting the plate back down. I'm not hungry and I don't want to give my organs more of a reason to puke all over this blanket.
((This is the part where you start the song))
"So, how do you like doing good deeds?" Harry asks, smirking at me. "What?" I ask, not getting how his question is relevant. Harry doesn't answer. Instead, he cuts up more pieces of the cake and puts everything back into the bag. "Come on." Harry calls, standing up with the bag wrapped around his arm and the cake in his other hand. I stand up and pick up the blanket, wrapping it around my shoulders.
I hold the cake as I follow Harry back to humanity, where everyone else at the lake is. Harry walks up to a couple with a little girl. "Hi! We have some cake we're not gonna finish, would you want a piece?" Harry asks, gesturing to the cake in my hands. The little girl looks at her parents for assurance. "If you want one you can have one." The mom tells the little girl. Harry smiles and turns to me, moving a piece from the cake and onto a paper plate, setting a fork right in the middle of the cake before giving it to the little girl. "Thank you!" She smiles, wasting no time to start eating it. "You're welcome. Have a nice day!" Harry waves as he starts walking off.
Hm. I like this Harry.
Harry gives out the rest of the cake to thankful strangers, mostly kids wanted it though. Harry drops the cake bin and bag into his backseat, walking back to go to where we were before. "Wasn't that fun?" Harry asks once we're seated back on the blanket in the isolated area. "Yeah, I guess." I grin a little.
Harry rubs his lips together and looks out to the water. "Here's your coke." Harry says, tossing sand out of the ground to reveal the bottles. How did he do that without me noticing? Well, I was pretty tired before I had to start moving again.
I take it, having no problem opening the bottle with my hand while most people would need a bottle opener. Harry does it effortlessly, while I had to use some muscle.We both take the first sips at the same time, making my throat scratch and burn.
"Is it fun working at a pizza place?" Harry asks. I shrug. "Gets pretty boring." It's silent for a few long seconds. "Do you have a job?" I ask. "Not yet. I'm looking for one." Harry sighs. Jay needs a new delivery guy...
"Um, my boss Jay has been telling me she needs a delivery guy, to deliver the pizza's during the day? We used to do it just at night but now we do it both AM and PM. If you want you can apply, it doesn't take any special skills." I casually take another drink of my Coke, making my eyes water a bit from the sudden flavor and it hurting my throat. "Are you saying I have no skills?" Harry asks, sounding flirty. He probably would be if I weren't a guy. "Precisely." Harry chuckles and looks back to the water. I hadn't looked at him once yet. I do now, through the corner of my eye.
"So we could work together." Harry points out, leaning back on his hand. "If I got the job." I nod. "If you got the same hours I worked." He's right. I'm a Debbie Downer now that I just said that. "I would make sure of it." What's that suppose to mean?
God, I wish he was gay.
"Have anyone special?" This must be 20 questions now. I shake my head. "I'm not really the appealing type to most guys." I widen my eyes at my answer. Should he know I'm gay yet? He would be weirded out and not speak to me again. "I mean, uh, to girls. To anyone." Horrible recovery. Harry's already giving me a look. But it's not the look you would expect when you slip out a hint that you're into the same gender.
"I'm single too." Harry smirks. Blushing, I nod, taking another drink. I'm not looking at him, but I can feel his eyes on me. He knows now. God, he knows. And he's not awkwardly trying to make this thing end? What even is this thing? Another man date? Friend time? Are we even friends? Well, we kinda have to be after the funeral.
"Why don't any guys like you?" Harry asks. Yepp. He definitely knows. Damn it. "I'm shy at first, and everyone judges on appearances nowadays." Its a simple answer, one to make him not question it further.
"I think you are perfect boyfriend material. You look like you'd give good hugs, too." He complimented me. Why can't this be recorded so I can watch this over later? "Yeah, I give really good hugs. I'm a cuddler." I get cocky about my hugs. I know my hugs are really good hugs. "Show me." Harry challenges. More butterflies erupt in my stomach as I set my drink down, Harry mocking the action, and lean over to hug him. He hugs me back, resting his chin on my shoulder.
I wanna stay like this forever. He's so warm and comforting. His hug is phenomenal. He is perfect beyond belief. I don't want to leave his arms. Not to mention how good he smells.
I linger a bit before Harry starts to pull away, smiling and nodding in approval. "That was a pretty great, actually. You're a beautiful hugger." It's almost like he called be beautiful.
I nod, looking down at my hands. I take another drink, failing to avoid the awkwardness. "You're a great hugger, and I'm a good kisser. Something in common, sort of." I good be smooth and tell him to show me or prove it, or I can ask how I would know if he's good or not or avoid hinting to it altogether. But Harry does it for me, I don't need to say a word.
Harry, placing a hand on my cheek to make me face him, presses his soft lips onto mine in a soft, slow, wonderfully beautiful kiss.
Harry Styles, the definition of perfection, is kissing me. The definition of a perfect day; this.
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Stayed up WAY late writing this. Hope its good! :) Finally, some Narry action!
Thank you all for the nice comments in the A/N, it made me really happy to see them! :)
For @ShortAndIrish , I'll tell you the first thing Affney said when I had to be transferred to the room. He said, "I'm not dying." Today is actually his birthday, he's turning eighteen. I'm eighteen, so I'm pretty thrilled about that :) He's so cute haha just, adorable being all means.
QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER (QOTC):
What is your faovurite thing in your kitchen?
Mine our fridge because it has so many weird magnets on it :)