Falling for Harry Styles

There were a couple light raps on the door before it was squeaking open. “Knock, knock.”
“We’ve come to eat.”
“Niall don’t be rude.”
I chuckled to myself as I flipped over the last burger in the pan.
“Smells wonderful Darling,” Perrie chirped as she squeezed me in a hug.
“What’s on the menu?” Liam piped from somewhere behind me.
“Burgers,” I replied as I dropped the onions into a pan of oil.
“Is it almost ready?”
“Always the impatient one, aren’t you?”
I chuckled again at the friendly banter, “Yes, Niall, it’s almost ready.” I stirred the onions together and placed the lid on the burger pan, turning the fire off of them and letting them rest.
“Alright just call us if you need anything.”
“M’kay,” I sing-songed back and smiled as they all filed into the lounge.
I set the lid on the onions and proceeded to set the table, putting out the condiments as well. I heard Harry shuffle into the kitchen. “What’d I miss?”
“The arrival of our very lively friends.”
He chuckled, “Oh so not much then.”
I shook my head with a smile as I opened the oven and prodded the fries. I grabbed the mits and pulled them out as I felt Harry hovering behind me. I shucked them onto a plate and handed to him, “Can you set these on the table and call everyone in?”
“Sure thing babe,” he took the plate from me and chastely kissed my lips.
I smiled as he did what I asked and then piled the burgers onto a plate. I scooped the grilled onions into a bowl as everyone took their seats.
“Oh and fries too; you’re just wonderful.”
“Did you like, make them yourself?”
I nodded, “Real potatoes are much better than frozen. And they’re baked which makes them healthy-ish fries.”
Everyone chuckled as we made small talk and prepared our food. We fell almost silent as everyone started eating. “This is so good. How are you such a good cook I don’t understand,” Niall chanted between mouthfuls of food.
I chuckled at him as I finished the food in my mouth before I spoke. “Well my grandpa started teaching me when I was like twelve and I just kind of continued from there.”
“Have you ever considered becoming a personal chef? Because ya know, we wouldn’t mind having you on tour with us.” Louis quipped with a playful smirk and eyebrow waggle.
“Yea... about that….” I paused as every set of eyes turned to me questioning and expecting. “Erm, well,” I scratched the back of my neck absentmindedly as my eyes trailed everywhere. “Niall kind of made an offhanded comment about it last time and… the thought just never really left my mind. So I mean, if um, if you guys-“
“Yes,” Liam interjected with a smile. “We would love to have you on tour with us.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Niall chanted at increasing volume, eyes wide and excited.
“As long as it’s alright with you,” Liam finished. I smiled wide and nodded. “Great, I’ll go call Paul.”

Dinner flew by after that and pretty soon Harry and I were falling into bed. I had wondered how he felt about the whole thing because he had seemed sort of indifferent about it. “Haz?” I tried quietly and was met with a responding drowsy hum, vibrating my neck. I bit my lip before I continued, “How do you feel about this?”
“About what Love?” he replied with a sleepy yawn.
“Me coming on tour with you…?”
It was silent a moment before he was shuffling me around to face him. His eyes were droopy but his smile was wide and vibrant. “I’m ecstatic. Not only do I not have to eat dull food for eight months; I also don’t have to be away from my amazing girlfriend. This is going to be the best tour ever.” I chuckled at his sleepy tone as his eyes finally gave up and shut completely. I gently kissed his lips before I snuggled further into him.
By the end of the week we were all packed up and bidding farewell to our home, off to travel the world together. Even though we were both working, we promised each other we would make the most of it while we could. And we did.

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