I quickly changed into something comfy since I was in the house 24/7 now. I open the door to mine and Harry's bedroom and walk downstairs where I saw Harry sitting on the couch flipping through the channels.

A smile creeps on my face as I watch him shuffle his hand through his curls, making them more messier then they already were.

"Hey Harry." I said sitting next to him. I sat crisscross on the couch as I laid my hands in my lap, looking at Harry.

"Hey Tay." He looked that me for a quick second then moved his vision back to television. I sigh deeply. Why was he being so short with me? Did I do something? I thought what just happen was cleared up. All these questions entered my mind at once as I watch Harry just stare at the television like something was on his mind.

I hated the awkward silence that was beginning to develop between me and Harry so I finally decided to address the issue.

"What's wrong Harry? Did I do something?" I but down on my bottom lip as I stared at him, waiting for a response. I watched as he through the remote down and looked at me.

"No Taylor ... I'm just hungry." I chuckled to myself as he said that. Was he that hungry that he was getting agitated? I hopped up from the couch as stood in front of Harry. His eye brown lifted as he looked up at me.

"Why didn't you just say so?" I pulled Harry by his arm with all my strength and dragged him in the kitchen ignoring all the questions that he was asking. Once we got into the kitchen, he sat down in the counter chair as I walked to the fridge and opened it.

I bended my body over as I looked for something too cook for Harry. Maybe his favorite thing that I used to cook when we were younger. I parted my legs a little and looked between them to see Harry staring at my bum wide eye and parted lips.

"Like what you see?" I stood up and smirked at myself as I watched Harry's cheeks turn pink instantly. I laid all the ingredients on the counter as I took a pan from the cabinet and poured water into it. I wasn't going to stress that Harry was staring at me anymore because I could obviously see that he was embarrassed.

As I cut the oven on, I felt someone behind me, breaking down my neck.

"Whatcha making?" Harry said which made me jump. I turned around fully as our chest touched since he was so close. As much as it made me uncomfortable, it made me comfortable.

"It's a surprise. You'll just have to wait till I'm done okay?" I said pushing him away from me. I watched Harry as he peeked over my shoulder and sighed.

"You know I don't like surprises Taylor." He said standing in front of me with a small pout. I put both of my hands on his chest as brought my lips up to his ear. I breathed on his ear as I felt his body shift.

"Your going to like them today." I instantly back away from Harry as he just stared at me while I walked away upstairs.

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I add some more black pepper into the sauce as my body shacked side to the side from the song that was playing through my speakers.

"And we can't stop, and we wont stop." My hands traveled all over my body and skimmed through my hair as they locked together.



"Can’t you see it’s we who own the night." I picked up the bottle of salt with a free hand and sprinkled it into the sauce.


"Can’t you see it we who bout’ that lif-"

"Boo!" The large spoon flies out my hand and onto the ground as my body jumps from Harry scaring me. I instantly turned around angrily at Harry that he would do that.

"Why would you do that Harry! You made me drop the spoon and I'm cooking!" I yelled at Harry because I was so angry at the fact that he knows I get stared easily and he would do it anyways. As I began to yell again, Harry held his pointer finger up at me to stop me from talking.

A concerned look appeared on my face as I saw Harry clutch onto his stomach and bended over. I immediately rushed to him, since I thought that be was injured or in pain but relief flew through my body once I saw he was just laughing. Really, really hard.

"You should have saw the look on you face." He said between the laughs. He's eyes shit tightly as he begun to laugh harder. A little chuckle escaped my mouth by picturing my face when Harry scared me.

I began to laugh harder once I watched Harry laughing. To be honest, I don't know what was so funny but I was laughing like crazy though. My body lent on the counter as I held my stomach since it was hurting from all the laughing. I watched as Harry pointed at me and started to talk about my face again.

"Oh really? It was that funny?" I said sarcastically between laughs. Once he nodded his head in a up and down motion, I walked over to the other counter and opened the carton of eggs. I silently took on from the carton and crept behind Harry as he was still laughing.

"It's not as funny as this though." I cracked the egg onto on Harry's head. I held my laugh in as he turned around with a straight face which made me burst out laughing. I couldn't take Harry seriously, especially in this type of scenario.

Once I controlled my laughter, I opened my eyes to see Harry standing there, but he wasn't. My eyes searched the whole kitchen in search for Harry. When I couldn't find him, I shrugged it off and went back to cooking my food.

My body instantly turned around when I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. My eyes grew wide when I saw Harry with a evil smirk on his face and a hand full of white flour.

"No! I'm sor-" He poured the flour onto my head.

"And you did it." A smile snuck onto my face as I looked up at Harry. I kind of did deserve it though since I poured egg yolk all over Harry's head.

"Look who's laughing now!" He said. I walked over to where I had the flour and grabbed some, throwing handfuls all over Harry without any warning. Handful after handful, I kept throwing it on Harry as he ran to me. Harry grabbed the bag of flour from and and held my hands together to I wasn't able to throw anymore at him.



"You shouldn't have done that...." In a blink of an eye, Harry was gone. I had a good idea what he was going to do so when I went to grab the flour off the counter, it wasn't there. My eyes scanned the kitchen in search for Harry. When I didn't see him, I jetted to the fridge and grabbed the first thing that I could find.

Ketchup.

I instantly opened the cap and faced it the opposite way of me, so I could spray it on Harry if he tried to play with me.

"Come out, come out where every you are." I kind of felt like a spy. The way I was looking everywhere and always finding against something was basically what a spy does. As I begun to walk again, a ball of flour hit me. I clear it from my face quickly trying to look for Harry. In my peripheral vision. I smirked to myself as I walked over to the edge of the center counter and sprayed Harry with the ketchup.

"Agh! Ketchup!" Harry yelled. He moved his hand up to his face to block the ketchup from spraying him in his eyes. As he did that, he took the whole bag of flour and dumped it on me, leaving me stunned.

I looked down at myself. My whole body was covered in flour, eggs, sauce and ketchup! My body forcefully gets pushed into Harry's as he grabs my hand and quickly moves me too him.

Harry looked down at me with those beautiful eyes that I always used to get mesmerized in every time I would take one glance. We were fairly close as I felt his chest hit mine every time that he would exhale. I looked up at him and but down on my bottom lip.

"Who won?" Harry said. My vision switched back from Harry to his hand since I saw him grabbing the bottle of ketchup I laid on the counter. He quickly picked the bottle up and hid it behind his back.

"Who won Taylor?" He asked me again. I thought that I should make a run to the fridge and grab another bottle of ketchup or something, but I was for sure I wouldn't make it before Harry caught me.

"Taylor won." He dropped the ketchup from his hands and started to tickle me. His hands roamed my body as I laughed like crazy.

"Ha- Harry, stop." I said between the laughs. He knew that I was ticklish and he knew my ticklish spots like the back of his hand.



"Tell me who really won Taylor." He said tickling my stomach. I tired to move his hands away but he was to strong.

"Tell me." I tried to get the words out, but with the tickling and me being out of breath, it was impossible.

"H- Harry won." Once I said what he was waiting to here, he stopped tickling me instantly. His hands never left my body, they scanned my hips as I started to control my breathing once again. When I felt Harry's hands get closer and closer to my bum, I immediately grabbed his wrist and pried his hands away from me, letting them back to his side.

"Keep your hands to yourself."

I walked away from Harry and started to run up the stairs to get all this food off of me. Before I actually got upstairs, I looked back at Harry who was in the kitchen. My lips parted as Harry lifted his shirt off his head, revealing his beautiful tanned abs.






"Like what you see Taylor?" Fuck, how did he see me?

Notes

Omg! I'm sorry I haven't updated in like 5 days! My sisters coming from college for her birthday(my second sister) and I'm watching my 6 month old niece right now! So, yeah!

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example: How long was Taylor and Harry together when they was younger?

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