It was currently a Saturday and I had been back from Africa for four days now and, although, I was still sad I was getting a little better. I’d just woken up, it being a quarter after noon, and when I did wake up the aroma of waffles hit my nose instantly. I smiled slightly as I rolled out of bed, pulled on Harry’s long flannel shirt and crept out into the kitchen where I saw Harry leaning over the stove with a spatula in his hand. I pulled my camera up on my phone and quickly took a photo before posting it to twitter.

@AbbyEGrimes: Woke up to WAFFLES. Love my boyfriend.

I put my phone away and wrapped my hands around Harry’s bare torso.

“Mornin’” I greeted him with a kiss on his shoulder.

“You mean afternoon?” He chuckled while putting a cooked waffle on a plate. “Hungry?”

“Dying of starvation here,” I told him as I sat on top of the counter and watched him cook. He glanced my way from the corner of his eye while laughing at me.

“I figured you would be.”

“How long have you been up?” I asked him as I took a chocolate chip from the bowl and popped it in my mouth.

“Since 8, but I had a radio interview to do and I just got back in not too long ago,” he told me while pouring more batter into the waffle maker.

“I swear you’ve done more cooking in this kitchen than I have,” I giggled as I started to set the table.

“I’ve done more cooking in this relationship than you have,” he countered with a smug smirk on his face. “I’m beginning to think you can’t cook, babe.”

“Oh, I can SO cook, Styles,” I told him while flicking his back with my fingers.

“Then cook for me,” he told me as he put the finished waffles down on the table.

“When?” I asked him as I sat down and loaded my plate up.

“Tonight,” he simply said as he sat next to me and rested his hand on my upper thigh.

“Hmm, that’s possible. What would you like me to cook?” I asked him with a mouthful of waffle.

“Surprise me, love,” he said as he too started to eat.

After we finished eating Harry had to leave again to tend to some more One Direction business today. I decided to sit on my couch all day in my pajamas and edit my photos from Africa. Once I went through half the photos I’d taken I decided to start planning the set-up of my gallery and conducting an email of my idea of turning it into a mini-fundraiser for the comic relief foundation. Just as I had hit send Harry came bounding through the door to my apartment whilst talking on the phone. He smiled at me before plopping down next to me and pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“No, Gemma,” Harry sternly said into the receiver, answering the question I was beginning to wonder. “Because Abby is cooking dinner for me tonight.”

“Does she want to hang out tonight?” I asked him while poking his cheek to get his attention. He simply looked at me, nodded his head and rolled his eyes.

“Let her, I still haven’t gone grocery shopping so it’s not too late,” I told him while I put my head in his lap and looked up at him.

“Gemma hang on, Abby is talking to me,” Harry said into the phone before placing his hand over the speaker. “Please say no,” Harry begged and I scrunched my face up in confusion.

“Why?” I asked him.

“Because she wants to bring her boyfriend and I don’t think the timing is appropriate,” Harry defended.

“Harry you haven’t met him yet so give him a chance. Your sister probably really depends on your opinion of the guy she’s dating,” I told him while playing with his necklaces.

“He went to school with her and he was a jerk to her,” Harry stubbornly said.

“Maybe he’s changed, Harry. You won’t know unless you meet him,” I told him as I placed my hand on his cheek.

“What if I don’t like him?”

“Then you don’t like him and I’ll be able to stop you from doing anything stupid that’ll embarrass your sister,” I told him with a small smile on my face.

“Fine,” Harry said and uncovered the speaker. “Abby said yes but you have to bring dessert. Dinner will be ready at 6:30, and don’t be late. Love you Gem,” Harry said before hanging up and looking down at me. “Happy?”

“Very. You’re such a man and it’s really hot,” I told him as he played with my hair.

“Oh really? Shall I take you to the bedroom and show you just how manly I can be?” He said with a smirk on his face as he stroked my cheek.

“Mmmm, as much fun as that sounds we’ve got to get to the store, babe!” I told him while I jumped up and pulled him up with me. “I have to change first though,” I told him as I walked into my bedroom. I walked into my closet and quickly changed into a pair of black shorts and a white V-neck followed with my favorite cardigan. Before leaving my room I put on a pair of brown sandals and grabbed my purse.

“Ready, babe?” I asked him as I walked back into the living room to find Harry playing with Sage.

“Yeah, come on then,” he told me as he grabbed my hand and led me out of my apartment. “You look nice,” he threw over his shoulder as we walked to the elevator. “I like your shirt,” he said with a smirk. That’s when I looked down and realized it was his shirt.

“I stole it from some hot guy I met,” I, nonchalantly, said. He smirked at me as the elevator brought us down to the main floor and we walked to the car park and climbed into my mini.

“I don’t like your car, it makes me feel so big,” Harry commented while he started to adjust his seat.

“Well, I’m a small person Harry, so it’s fitting for me,” I told him as I pulled out onto the streets of London and made my way to the grocery store. Once we got to the grocery store I parked the car and Harry and I walked in hand in hand, I grabbed a shopping cart and before I could push it anywhere Harry got in it and sat down.

“Really? How old are we?” I said to him as I pushed the cart towards the meat market.

“18 years old babe,” he, smugly, said as he grabbed a bag of chips of a shelf we went by, which caused me to roll my eyes as I grabbed enough chicken for four people and handed it to Harry to place in the cart.

“What are you making?” He asked as he watched me ask the guy behind the meat counter for some bacon.

“None of your business,” I told him as I grabbed the package from the man and told him thank you before handing it to Harry and pushed him towards the produce section. Just as I was about to bag some potatoes my phone started ringing from inside my purse. Harry fished it out and handed it to me.

“It’s Niall,” Harry said as I took it from his hand and pressed answer.

“Hello my favorite Irish person,” I sang into the phone.

“That’s quite the standing, lovely lady!” He sang back and ended his sentence with laughter. “What are you up to tonight?” He asked.

“Cooking dinner for Harry, Gemma and her boyfriend, why?” I asked as I tossed the bag of potatoes at Harry and watched them hit his crotch. Harry stuck up his middle finger at me while he grabbed his package in pain, I just laughed at him.

“Bummer. I was gonna see if you wanted to have a Niall and Abby night,” Niall said and something sounded off with him.

“Everything okay, Ni?” I asked him while I stepped away from Harry. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“Yeah, I’ve just got a lot on my mind and I needed some quality best friend time,” he said into the phone while releasing a sigh at the end.

“Awww, I’m your best friend?” I said to him, while bagging some more produce and tossing it to Harry to place in the cart.

“Zayn’s busy with Perrie tonight so you’ll have to do for now,” Niall, jokingly, said.

“Jerk,” I told him with laughter, and then came up with an idea. “Hey, how about you join us for dinner tonight?”

“I don’t want to impose,” he, hesitantly, said.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s already going to be awkward because this is the first time Harry is meeting Gemma’s boyfriend. So I insist that you come!” I told him with glee in my voice.

“Sure Harry won’t mind?” Niall asked.

“It’s at my place so Harry’s opinion doesn’t matter,” I spoke, and watched as Harry snuck some more candy into the cart and then turned to stick his tongue out at me. “And if it makes you feel any better I can invite Charlotte?”

“That’s actually what I needed to talk to you about,” Niall, sheepishly, said.

“What? Why?” I asked him as I turned down another aisle.

“I just…I like her… a lot but I’m getting mixed signals from her, Abs.”

“That’s cute. Look Niall, she just got out of a bad break up and she’s been dating that guy since 9th grade so it’s gonna be weird for her to flirt with another guy. In fact, I’m certain she forgot how to flirt with guys,” I honestly told him as I checked over all my items to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything.

“She never told me that,” Niall said, drowning out at the end.

“Yeah, so you just need to give her time. In plus, I can help you out tonight, so come over.”
“Fine, if you insist,” he said and I smiled a successful smile. After talking to him for a bit longer I finally hung up and checked my cart once more, I tend to get distracted when I’m on the phone.

“Niall’s coming tonight?” Harry asked from his spot inside the basket.

“Yeah, that okay?” I asked him as I made my way to another aisle to grab some spices.

“The more the merrier!” He shouted.

“Charlotte’s coming as well,” I told him as I grabbed what I needed and headed to the checkout counter. As I unloaded the cart, Harry handed me items to help out, and while we waited for the person in front of us to finish I played with Harry’s hair while he closed his eyes.

“Long day of interviews?” I asked him as I saw him start to doze off.

“Just lots of annoying questions,” he said as I felt his muscles become relaxed.

“Like?” I pressed.

“They kept asking about you, and it just really bothers me when they do.”

“How come?”

“I don’t want anyone else knowing what you’re like because you’re mine,” Harry firmly stated and I couldn’t help but smile down at him.

“You’re too kind,” I said as I leant down a pressed a kiss to his waiting lips. We were interrupted by a flash going off and Harry pulled away groaning.

“Great,” he mumbled and I slapped his head lightly.

“Forget about the paps, Harry. It’s just about us. In plus we’re pretty picture perfect,” I told him with a smile on my face and he just chuckled at me.

“I got lucky with you,” he said as he climbed out of the cart and started loading it up with the bags.

“I know,” I, smugly, told him as we made our way out to my car and loaded it up with the groceries before heading back to mine to cook dinner.

--Little Bit Later—

“Harry! You could help out with setting the table perhaps!” I told him as I walked into the living room to find him playing video games.

“Babe, come on give me a minute yeah?” He whined.

“Harry Edward Styles, if you do not get in here and set the table you aren’t getting lucky tonight or any other night for a long time,” I threatened him and he immediately paused his game and ran to set the table.

“How many spots do I need to set, babe?” He asked from the dining room and I smiled a victorious smile.

“Six, please,” I told him as I pulled the chicken out of the oven and set it on the counter top. I fiddled around with all the sides I was preparing, green beans with red potatoes, and Caesar salad. Just as I started to stir the sauce to pour on the chicken I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

“Everything smells and looks great, babe,” Harry said into my ear while placing a kiss on my neck.

“Not now, Harry,” I told him and he sighed.

“I know, I know. But tonight, you’re mine,” he roughly said into my ear and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.

“I wouldn’t dream of being anyone else’s,” I told him as I turned around and placed a quick kiss on his lips. We pulled apart due to the doorbell going off and Harry went to go get it.

“I can smell that food from the lobby!” I heard Niall say as he came into the apartment. He walked into the kitchen and wrapped me in a hug and placing a sloppy kiss on my cheek. “’Ello best friend.”

“Hey, Niall, beers are in the fridge,” I told him, motioning to the fridge.

“You know me too well.” Soon the doorbell rang again and Gemma appeared in the kitchen with her boyfriend.

“Hey Gems!” I exclaimed as I went and embraced her in a hug. “You must be Tom,” I said as I greeted her boyfriend with a hug as well.

“Tom, the beer is in the fridge if you want to grab one and go join the boys in the living room?” I told him and he did just as I said and once he left the room I immediately turned to Gemma.

“How’d Harry greet him?” I asked and she shook her head.

“Like the stubborn, little wanker that he is,” she said as she rested against the counter.

“He’ll come around, he’s just looking out for you, Gemma,” I reassured her.

“I know, he could at least give the lad a chance,” she exasperated while running her hand through her hair. I just smiled at her and went back to cooking.

“Is it almost ready?” Harry asked as he walked into the kitchen to dispose of his empty bottle and grabbed another. I quickly stopped him though.

“Don’t, you know how you get when you have alcohol in your system,” I whispered to him after remembering all the nights he would get angry at random men for just glancing my way.

“I’m gonna need it to get through this dinner, babe. He’s a cocky prick,” Harry said to me and I pulled my hand up to stroke his cheek.

“Harry, just behave yourself,” I told him as I let him continue to get the beer. He sighed before only grabbing one bottle.

“It’s for Niall, not me,” he said before pressing a kiss to my cheek and going back into the living room. I smiled as I started to set up everyone’s plates with food. Once I finished I placed all the plates on the table, poured 4 glasses of wine, knowing Harry would rather have wine than beer, and set out 2 beers for Niall and Tom.

“Okay, dinners ready,” I said as I walked to the living room. Everyone jumped up and made their way to the table. “Niall, you mind going and getting Charlotte from her room?” I asked him and he flicked me off before doing as I say.

“What was that about?” Harry asked as he stopped next to me to see Niall and I’s exchange.

“Niall has a little crush on Charlotte, so I’m helping him out,” I simply said before wrapping my arms around Harry’s waist.

“Not tonight. Tonight you’re Team Harry and you’re helping me,” he softly spoke and I nodded my head.

“Of course. I love you,” I told him before giving him a kiss on the lips. “Let’s go eat dinner, now,” I told him while taking his hand and leading him into the dining room.

We were half way into the dinner and you could cut the tension with a plastic spoon. Nobody was talking to each other and when I say nobody I mean Harry and Tom.

“So Tom, what do you do for a living?” I decided to ask, get this train rollin’.

“Yes, Tom, what is it that you do for a living?” Harry, smartly, asked and I punched his leg under the table.

“I’m actually a school teacher, I teach English,” he said and I nodded my head at his answer.

“That’s neat, I could never do teaching. I don’t have the patience for it,” I told him.

“Trust me, it took a lot of work to put up with teenagers. Now I apologize to my parents all the time for being a brat as a kid,” he joked and I smiled at him.

“I went to an all-boys school, it was hell,” Niall added in with a mouthful of food.

“That explains a lot, Niall,” I joked with him and he just shook his head at me.

“So, how does being a teacher pay?” Harry asked and I snapped my head to look at him with a look that said ‘don’t start.’

“Not much, but I’m still in school to get a higher degree, so once I get that I’ll get paid a fair amount,” Tom awkwardly said.

“You said you apologized to your parents for being a brat when you were younger?” Harry asked and Tom just nodded his head. “Have you apologized to Gemma for that as well?” Harry asked and I almost choked on my wine. I punched his leg really hard and Harry just looked at me like he didn’t know what he was doing wrong. I simply glared at him and turned back to the table.

“Really, Harry?” Gemma said with disbelief.

“What? You told me yourself he didn’t exactly treat all that nicely when you two were in school,” Harry, nonchalantly, said.

“People change, Harry. We were all childish back then, okay? Now just drop it,” Gemma sternly said and I saw Harry roll his eyes.

“Fine, then I’ll get to the biggest question,” Harry said while setting his fork down.

“Oh god, here it comes,” I mumbled and heard Niall mumble something of the same words next to me.

“What do you intend on doing with my sister, Thomas? Hit and run? Get her to fall for you then dump her on the side of the street with nothing but a broken heart?” Harry questioned and my mouth fell a gape at his words. I looked over at Gemma who was three shades of red at her brother’s interrogation.

“That’s it, you come with me right now,” I pointed to Harry as I stood up and dragged him to my bedroom with Niall hot on my heels.

“What did I do wrong?” Harry, childishly, asked.

“Are you an idiot, mate?” Niall said as he sat on the edge of my bed.

“You’re embarrassing her, Harry! You’re acting like a complete asshole which is something you aren’t! Gemma wants your approval, Harry, if she felt the guy wasn’t worth it she wouldn’t even bother to have you meet him!” I yelled at him as I shoved him. He looked at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

“I just—it’s my sister, Abby! Yeah she’s older than me but I’m always going to look out for her no matter what! I don’t want him treating her like shit, because she doesn’t deserve that. If he’s going to get my approval then he’s going to get it the hard way. Gemma will just have to deal with it,” Harry said as he went to walk away, but not before I grabbed his arm.

“What’s really bothering you about him?” I quietly asked him.

“I’m not talking about it right now, Abigail,” Harry said using my full name, which is only something he does when there’s a lot on his mind.

“Tell me, please, Harry,” I pleaded to him.

“Tell her, Harry. You can tell me so you can tell her,” Niall said from behind me and I looked back at him, giving him a soft smile in thanks for backing me up.

“What if he’s using her?” Harry said once he turned around to face me completely.

“Use you how, babe?” I asked him as I cupped his cheeks.

“Use her to get to me and the lads. What if he’s using just to get his name in a couple of magazine articles and then he’s going to dump her because he’ll have a flock of girls running after him because he dated Harry Styles sister?” He asked as he started to get teary eyed. “I don’t want to see my sister go through that kind of hurt. Because then she’ll hate me for driving away her boyfriend and I can’t stand to see my sister hate me.” I pulled Harry into a tight hug and pressed a million kisses to the side of his head.

“Sometimes Harry, you just gotta let what’s happening happen. Gemma is a smart girl, and I’m sure she’ll know if he’s using her to get to you. But I have a feeling that isn’t the case,” I whispered into his ear.

“How do you know?” He mumbled and for a second I didn’t hear him.

“She told me he didn’t want to meet you just yet. He wanted to wait until they got more serious, but she refused because your opinion of him means the most to her,” I said and felt him start to pull away.

“She told you that?” He asked and I nodded in response. “When?”

“While I was finishing up dinner,” I shrugged.

“Well now I fell like an ass,” Harry softly said and I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Good, you should because you’re acting like one,” I told him with a smile on my face.

“Not just an ass, but a douchebag,” Niall added and I couldn’t help but laugh as Harry faked being hurt by our words.

“Come on now, let’s get back in there so you can apologize and the rest of our evening can be lovely,” I told him as I hugged him. Before we could pull apart Niall flung himself onto us making a group hug.

“I love a nice family hug,” he said and Harry and I couldn’t help but laugh at the Irish blonde.

“And you mister! You need to start flirting with Charlotte!” I scolded him and Harry nodded his head in agreement.

“Doesn’t hurt to try, mate,” Harry told him and Niall walked out of the room mumbling something about hating both of us. We followed in suite and sat back down at the table.

“Sorry about earlier, Tom. It’s just she’s my sister so I’m going to be protective of her,” Harry said to Tom and I squeezed Harry’s thigh to let him know he was doing a good job. Harry looked down and smiled at me.

“Apology accepted. And to answer your question from earlier, I don’t plan on hurting your sister. I told her I picked on her in school because I had a massive crush on her and I’m terrible with girls. She knows how I feel about her and I feel a ton for her, and I know she feels a lot for me too otherwise I wouldn’t be meeting you right now,” he told Harry and Harry nodded.

“That’s all I ask then. Gemma, I approve,” Harry said before taking another bite of food.

“We just want a relationship like yours and Abby’s, we envy you lot,” Gemma said with an adoring smile on her face. I smiled at her to let her know I heard her.

“She is pretty perfect, huh? I mean a girl that can cook a wonderful meal, put up with asshole antics and still come back to me at night? She’s perfect,” Harry said while looking at me, I couldn’t stop the blush that formed on my cheeks.

After dinner, Gemma and Tom went to their hotel to go to sleep and Niall ballsed up and asked Charlotte to go out for drinks with him, which she agreed to. Harry helped me clean up the kitchen before we both settled down for bed.

“Am I getting lucky tonight?” Harry asked with a sly smile on his face and I just nodded my head at him. He rolled so he was on top of me and quickly started sucking on the spot that made me go weak at the knees and arch my back into Harry’s chest.

Sex with Harry Styles never got old.

Notes

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