Crimson Notion

fifteen

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It's been a week since Harry and I's little high school make out in the kitchen.

A lot of shit had to have gone down with Inprobus because Harry has been leaving very early in the morning and getting home late at night. I just hope whatever is going on has nothing to do with Liam. I don't want anything bad happening to him.

I wish I could have a chance to ask him about what's happening but I barely see him now.

The last time I saw him was when he got home at around midnight and he just kicked his shoes off and went right up to his bedroom without even eating dinner. That's why I've made sure to start packing lunches and dinners for him while he's out. I want to make sure he's fed and getting proper nutrition especially since he's been stressed and sleep-deprived lately.

The only thing I've been able to do to keep my mind occupied is clean. I've quite literally cleaned every room in this house by now except Harry's room.

When Millie gave me a tour of this maze of a house, she told me not to go into his room unless I had permission to do so and that he's very strict about people going in there. As curious as I am, I don't have a death wish right now so I won't risk it. Maybe another time though.

Anyways, even though I've cleaned every square inch of this fucking house, the touch of Harry's lips against mine is still fresh in my mind and I've been fighting with myself to stop thinking about it. The way his fingertips grazed my skin with a mission and even the way he took control that afternoon still has me an entire mess. All I've been able to think about is how I just want to kiss him and never stop. His words make me want to melt into a puddle.

No.

Stop it right now.

I stare at the large roll of cookie dough in front of me that I prepared last night and let sit in the fridge overnight. Alongside it, I have a rolling pin, a bag of flour, cookie sheets, parchment paper, and a glass cup.

Whenever I get bored I like to bake and my favorite thing to make is my family's cookie recipe. We've had this recipe for years and my mom taught me how to make it before she turned into a raging bitch.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mother very much but she and I are so different that it causes problems between us easily. We are both very stubborn and that doesn't mix well. I get along with my father a lot better than I do with her. He's the only one that understood Liam and I but he'd still always take my mother's side in everything and never stood up for us.

The kitchen door swings open making me turn my head to see Harry with a couple of bags in his hands.

He has on a black Rage Against the Machine band t-shirt on and his regular black jeans on today and his messy hair is draped down his shoulders. His eyes look more vibrant and alive now than I've been in the past week and it makes me happy to see that he isn't as exhausted today.

"What are you up to baby?" Harry comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder.

As my face turns a deep shade of red, I tap my nails against the counter and look at all the supplies laid out in front of us.

"I'm on a mission," I say back. I should probably get started on these. I left the dough to sit at room temperature for an hour already and I don't want it to get too warm.