"Tweet. Tweet...." A probably little bird sounded from my window.



As I gently opened my eyes, sunlight flashed on my face. "Ughhhh." I said in a sleepy voice. I slowly sat on my bed, party dress still on my body. I slighty glanced my bedroom. From seeing things here, I found some unsual thing. Bag near the lamp shade, shoes near my closet, and the blue tux of Harry on the arm chair.


"What happened?" I thought walking slowly to my mirror, palms holding my temple. I stared at my reflection.. A young messy lady in a red and white dress. Barefooted, no accessories, no make up. Just really my dress. I examined all of my flaws, every part of me, my body, everything. I sighed and then went back from my bed again, relaxing from the fresh scent of my aircon..




After sometime, I felt my body grumbled . I checked where my phone was. I found it on my bag: that's the last time where I put my phone. I unlocked my phone and see no direct message from me. I noticed that it's nearly three in the afternoon.




I didn't bother what I look like. I just need something to put on my stomach and that's all.. So after wearing my slippers on, I went down the kitchen. I saw prepared foods from me. Oh my God. D-did Harry made this? There were pancakes, bacon, sausages, eggs, toasted breads, and nutella.


I quickly ate them all. It has been a great branch for me.





As I walked to my fridge to get some orange juice, I saw a sticky note posted on my fridge. I let myself get the juice first before reading it. I read it on my mind.

Lalaine,
I'm sorry that I didn't let you be awaken a while ago. You look very tired princess. You've done enough yesterday. You really deserve a magical sleep. Enjoy your food. :) See you by 8pm for a dinner date. Ps: Your car has been fixed. See it on your garage, racer. -H



I choked with what Harry explained on the paper "Racer? Princess? Magical? Dinner date? What. What? What the fuck. Oh my God, Harry."



Thoughts running on my mind. What's the meaning of all of these. Why did he not just waken me up? I'm not a princess. He's not my servant. Why did he took care of me. Shit I feel too ashamed. I benefited a lot from my simple help me. And um, what's with the term racer? Oh my God. Did he distinguished that it was me? My body was tensing up. Cold feeling against my red dress again..



I took a deep sigh and headed towards my couch on the living room. I quickly dumped my body not noticing what I would lean on. I closed my eyes and then went a nap.


When I woke up again, I am deeply in mood though it's nearly five in the afternoon. I decided to make some cupcakes for Harry..




As I'm finished with the icing and designs for the cupcakes, and quickly turned for the dough and mousse itself. I noticed that there were no baking materials to be used.


"Fuck. Okay, I need to go to Mrs. Austen's."




Tired, from doing the design for the cupcake, annoyed from letting my baking materials to be out of stock. Confused, why did Harry invite me for a dinner date. These were the feelings of Lalaine right now as she fastly changed with her shorts, white v neck shirt and a beannie.



"Riding on a bike will surely make it quicker." I thought and then went on my bike and drove it fast.



I remember when Zayn used to let me join on his back. I love those times. Everyday was a really in a different adventure. I always asked Zayn to teach me how to ride a bicycle then since everyone find riding a bicycle cool. I had a lot of bruises and wounds on my knee then but still I tried just to ride a bicycle.I giggled from those memories. They were the sweetest part of Zayn.




"Thank you, Mrs. Austen. This is for Harry Styles now. Shhh." I told to the pretty old woman, as I'm done buying everything for baking.


"Oh. That curly haired boy? I saw him everyday from the headlines. His cupcakes are nice like yours. Make it more special for me love." A soft voice from her was heard. I gave her a huge smirk and then waved for my good bye.