I hummed to his touch as he traced his fingers along the bare part of my back. Of course, I was wearing a bra and panties; I wasn't about to lay with him naked. I had him put his boxers back on as well, it only made me comfortable that way. The rest of our clothes were scattered around the room, except for his headband that I took off of him and put onto my head. Here I lay on the handsome boy's side, rubbing my fingers along his tattoos.

"I could get used to this, you know?" Harry smiled at me, releasing a little chuckle from his lips.

I sighed and shrugged, "I just don't know if I could get used to you." I tried really hard to keep a straight face, but I apparently think I'm just so funny and wound up giggling.

He kissed me on the forehead, "Are you sure about that?" He tilted my chin up with his finger and planted a kiss on my cheek, then one on my nose, then one on my jawline and finally, a nice warm kiss on my lips.

"Okay, maybe I wouldn't mind keeping you around a little longer," I said into the kiss. Then a sudden sweet smell hit my nose. "Shit! The cupcakes!" I jumped up and grabbed the nearest piece of clothing and placed it on. I heard Harry laughing as I sprinted down the stairs. I removed the beautiful cupcakes from the oven as quick as I could, I definitely don't need them to burn. Mmm, even Harry's looked delicious. I'm in for some serious competition.

"Mine are better, I know," Harry walked into the kitchen with a cocky smile. He was now wearing pants, but still was shirtless. Oh yeah, that's because I'm wearing his shirt, which is still messy from the food fight.

"You don't even know who our judges are and they love me," I said confidently.

"Your family?"

"No."

"Where are they anyways?" He sat down on a bar stool and reached out for one of the cupcakes.

I smacked his hand away, "Those aren't for us. And my parents are at work." Well, my dad is anyways.

He rubbed his hand that I smacked, "Where's Gail?"

"Uh, school?" I lied.

"At 6 pm?" he pointed to the clock on the oven.

My hands began to shake. I hated lying but I just didn't want to tell him yet. "She had a field trip."

"When does she get back? Maybe I can go with you to pick her up," he smiled.

"No!" I snapped. When I saw his look of horror, I got embarrassed by my actions and sunk to the floor, hiding my face in my hands. Suddenly, two large hands pulled mine away from my face, but I quickly looked to the floor. Harry was now sitting in front of me, sliding himself in between my legs.

"Lex, what's going on?" he kissed one of my knees and gently scratched my legs with his fingernails. I finally looked up to see concern all over his face. I feel like I should tell him. He'll be there for me, right? I don't know.

"I don't want to talk about it," I sighed, fighting the tears back.

He brushed his fingers through his curls, "And you don't have to. I just worry about you, that's all."

"I'm okay," I placed my hands on his waist. "You'll find out tomorrow anyways, when you meet the judges."

"You're not even gonna tell me who they are, are you?"

"Not a chance," I smiled. "Let's decorate those cupcakes, shall we? They have to be cooled down by now. We can record again too."

He tugged at his still batter-covered shirt that I'm wearing, "Maybe we should get dressed first."

"Right," I gave him a nervous smile. "That's probably be a good idea." He leaned over and kissed me on the head before standing up, helping me up to my feet as well.

We both headed up the stairs where I removed his shirt and handed it to him. I slid my clothes on and took Harry's headband off my head. I tossed it to him as I walked into my bathroom where I brushed my batter covered hair. Once it exceeded my expectations (for the most part), I walked back into my room to see Harry wasn't in it anymore. He must already be in the kitchen. Oh no.

I ran downstairs as fast as I could and caught Harry about to eat a cupcake. "HARRY! PUT THAT DOWN!"

"Make me," he smirked as he held the sweet high above his head.

"Oh I will," I growled. I made my way over to the stupid boy. If he knew who these cupcakes were for, he wouldn't even look at them. He doesn't realize that they're special.

I looked up at the cupcake that sat in his hand. I bit my lip before cleverly placing my hand on his groin, causing him to moan. His breath was getting shaky, but he fought the feelings and kept the cupcake in place. Damn, he's a tough one to crack. Time for plan B.

"I didn't want to have to do this," I placed my fingers in his belt loops.

He gave me a dirty look, "Do what?"

"This!" I kneed him right in his sensitive man part. His hands quickly shot down to cover his groin, releasing the cupcake that I caught in mid-air. Mission accomplished. I placed the cupcake back onto the pan with a big grin on my face. Then, I walked over to a drawer, pulling out a ziplock bag that I soon filled with ice from the freezer.

I walked back over to Harry who was now in a fetal position on the floor, groaning in pain. I handed him the bag to help ease the pain I caused down there.

"Why'd you do that?!" he groaned. Ha, he's finally able to speak.

"Those cupcakes aren't for us! Don't touch them!" I snapped. I was angry that he couldn't just listen to me.

"A simple kiss would've done the job," he whined.

I scoffed, "Yeah right, you probably still would've eaten it." He just glared at me. "Do you need a kiss now?"

"Please?" he stuck his lip out at me. I giggled as I proudly made my way down to him and gave him a wet kiss on the lips. "I'm still mad at you though."

I shrugged, "You'll live." Then I stood up and set up the camera again. Well, all I really had to do was turn it back on and click record. Then, I went to the pantry and pulled out another tin of chocolate frosting. I had more frosting because sometimes I like to eat the tin of frosting by itself. Don't judge. I pulled out two frosting tubes from a drawer and began placing both tubs of chocolate frosting in the tubes. By the time I was finished, Harry was able to stand up again.

"Ooh, professional," Harry grinned like a kid in a candy shop.

I handed him his frosting tube as I grabbed my own. "It's already recording, are you ready?"

"Yes Ma'am," Harry saluted. Dork.

We faced the camera. "So now our cupcakes are finished. I have to say, I have some pretty stiff competition."

"As do I." Aww. He's actually being nice.

"Now, we have to decorate the cupcakes."

"Before we do that..." Harry took his tube and squeezed frosting on my face. Well, so much for being nice. He squeezed a dot of frosting on my nose and three lines of frosting on each of my cheeks. "Now you're a kitty cat," he said 'kitty cat' in a child voice.

I looked at the camera and waved my finger in circles by my ear, telling the audience I think Harry is crazy. Harry laughed and gently pushed me before we began decorating.

"Oh and one thing, the decorations must be PG."

"Why?" he whined. What a child.

"Because our judges wouldn't necessarily approve of inappropriate markings on their cupcakes," I said while adding frosting to one of my cupcakes.

"I don't think this is fair. She won't tell me who these judges are," Harry looked at the camera and pointed in my direction. "She could be cheating for all I know. Bribing them or something."

I gasped in fake disbelief, "I would never." I grinned evilly at the camera and winked, "Or would I?"

"Clearly a cheater," he shook his head.

"The world may never know," I continued swirling frosting onto the sweets. I can't help but feel like I'm missing something. "Oh, I almost forgot!" I ran to the pantry and pulled out a bunch of containers of sprinkles. We'll be needing these. I had so many colors: lime green, dark green, pink, red, sky blue, purple, white, orange and yellow. So many colors. I obviously love baking...and sprinkles. Once again, don't judge.

"Geez Woman, you have the whole rainbow," Harry stared wide-eyed at the containers.

"Ooo, rainbow, that's a good idea," a lightbulb went off in my head. I'm excited for how my cupcakes will turn out. Thanks to Harry's comment, I began my idea. I placed frosting on a cupcake, and flattened it out with a spoon. Then I took the red sprinkles and created a red line across the cupcake. I did the same with the orange, yellow, lime green, sky blue, and purple sprinkles, placing a line of each color under the last. This cupcake now had a rainbow of sprinkles, I loved it. One down, eleven more.

"Do you have any sort of candy too?" Harry questioned. I thought about it for a minute before walking over to the pantry in search for some. I found Mini M&Ms and Twizzler Pull and Peels. I placed them in front of Harry and went back to brainstorming how to decorate the rest of my cupcakes. "Thanks," I heard him say, but I was in deep concentration.

After a few minutes, he held up a cupcake and said, "This is what Lexington will look like after she loses." I glanced at the cupcake to see he used the cherry red Twizzlers as hair and two brown M&Ms as eyes on the cupcake. He also placed a red M&M on it's side to look like lips and used pink sprinkles to make it look like the cupcake was blushing. I busted out into laughter, that has to be the funniest thing he's done all day.

I plotted my revenge as I made a Harry cupcake. I placed the chocolate chips upside down as his curly hair. Then, I used green icing for his eyes. This cupcake isn't even funny so I decided to take it up a notch. I placed two yellow M&Ms on their sides, one underneath the other.

I chuckled to myself before holding it up, "Harry's chicken he's going to lose." Get it? Cause I used the yellow M&Ms as a beak? Well, I think I'm funny.

"Cheeky Bastard," Harry laughed. Glad he thinks I'm funny too. I placed his cupcake by my other completed ones.

I don't know what came over me, but I took my frosting tube and squeezed a dot onto Harry's nose. Then I grabbed red sprinkles and pressed them onto his nose. "Sup Rudolph?" I giggled and licked the residue off of my fingers.

"Now look who's the crazy one," he smirked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I joked before focusing back on the cupcakes.

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Harry had run out of frosting eventually and I had to hand mine over to him. Before I did that, I squeezed a mountain of frosting onto my last cupcake.

"Stop, you're gonna use it all," commanded the curly-haired boy. He still had three cupcakes left. Talk about slacking. I sighed and handed him the tube. I grabbed the bag of chocolate chips and began placing as many as I could onto the mountain of frosting. "What on earth is that?" Harry pointed to the cupcake I'm working on. This one was the most special cupcake of all, an order from one of the judges. If only Harry knew, but I'd rather surprise him than tell him. And believe me, he'll be shocked.

"Rocky Mountain," my words sounded more like a question. He wouldn't understand.

Just then, I heard the front door open. Thank God! My mom walked in, saving me from having to explain any further.

"Hi Sweetie," my mom walked in and placed her purse onto a barstool.

"Hey," I waved to her.

"I was talking to Harry," she pointed to him and smirked. Thanks Mom. I'm feeling the love.

"Hello Jenny," Harry said to my mom. Why does he call her by her first name? "Oh, you were high when she and I met," Harry put his hands behind his back, saying each word rudely. Bitch.

My mom hugged Harry, "I like this boy, you should have him here more often."

"If only he wasn't in a famous boy band," I patted Harry's cheek. "Shoot, I just realized we're still recording." I cleared my throat and gestured my mom to get behind the camera. She did what I asked as Harry and I prepared to speak again. "Well, we're just about done. I'll show you our finished products tomorrow. Then, you guys will be able to meet our mystery judges. Who will win?" I placed my hand on Harry's shoulder, "Styles?" Then I placed my hand on my chest, "Or Reed?" I watched Harry as he placed his fingers in the shape of an 'L' on his forehead and pointed to me. He just called me a loser. How nice.

"Okay, we're good," I gave my mom a thumbs up.

She stopped the recording and turned off my camera, "You two are adorable." I hid my face in Harry's chest; she's so embarrassing.

"Well I am," Harry pushed me off of him. I gasped at his rudeness. "I'm kidding!" he laughed before pulling me into a tight hug. He groaned as if he was hugging me with all his strength, "You're way cuter than I am." Even though he said that, I swear he was shaking his head no at my mom. Jerk.

"Finish your damn cupcakes," I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. I said that in a much nicer tone than it sounds, I swear. "Hey Mom, can I talk to you?"

She nodded her head and walked into hallway, having me follow her. "What's up Sweetie?" she played with my hair.

"Is dad with Gail at-?"

She interrupted me, "Yes. Your father got off of work and sent me home. They're going to sleep there tonight. It's pretty late, and if we're still going to go tomorrow, it only makes things easier. Is Harry coming with us?"

"Is that okay? We made cupcakes for them," I smiled. "Well, and for the video."

"Of course that's okay. Are you gonna need us to help record the reactions?" My mom knows me so well.

"Yes please."

"I'll probably have your father do the recording. He's better with technology than I am," she laughed. "Is Harry staying here tonight?"

I haven't really even thought about that, to be honest. Well, it's late now so he might as well. "Can he? He can sleep in the guest room."

"Don't be silly. He can crash with you in your room." Is she serious? She's definitely not your normal, average parent. All I did was shoot her a puzzled look, making her chuckle. "Sweetie, I'm trying to help you out. You deserve a little fun in your life. Just be quiet, you have to remember I'm sleeping down the hall."

I face palmed. Can she be any more embarrassing?

"Night Harry! Use protection!" she shouted as she headed towards the stairs. I guess she can.

"Will do, Jenny!" I heard Harry shout. Oh my goodness, what have I gotten myself into?

I walked into the kitchen to see Harry smirking. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he chuckled. He's up to something, isn't he?

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After he finally finished his cupcakes, we placed them in the refrigerator. We were going to stay up and watch tv, but I just so happened to yawn and Harry decided we should just go to sleep. One little yawn and off to bed we go. Really? Whatever.

I felt bad because I had nothing for him to wear, but he didn't seem to mind. He just stripped to his boxers and climbed into my bed, waiting for me to change. I went to the bathroom to change since I had to pee and brush my teeth anyways. I had picked out some fuzzy red pajama pants and a grey tank top to wear, nothing special. Once I finished up, I climbed into bed with him.

We both laid on our sides next to each other. He made me giggle a little when he pulled me closer to him so he was spooning me. I intertwined our fingers and held them against my chest, which he was okay with so he could hold me.

He kissed the back of my head, "Night Kitty." Shoot, I didn't take the frosting off of my face,

I laughed, "Night Rudolph." I hadn't even noticed if he still had frosting on his face too, but I still liked the nickname.

I could get used to this.

Notes

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