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“We’re having waffles, with sides of eggs, hash browns, and bagels.” Liam said as we walked into his flat.
I was still slightly woozy from the occurrences on my way to breakfast, and I refused to look at Harry in fear that I’d break out blushing again.
“You look lovely Jenna!” Danielle exclaimed, coming out of the kitchen, a pitcher of orange juice in her hands. “Don’t you think so Harry?”
Kill me. Please kill me now. I thought silently.
“She looks beautiful.” I heard him reply softly.
My head snapped up, and I immediately glared at Danielle, who just shrugged her shoulders, and pranced off with El and Louis. I felt Harry’s smoldering gaze at the side of my head, practically begging me to turn my head a fraction of an inch to meet his green eyes. I refused to do so, and instead walked towards the living room.
“Hello!” I greeted Zayn and Niall.
“Good Morning Jen! Dressing up to impress a certain lad from Cheshire, I see.” Zayn said, looking up from his phone.
“No I’m—“
“Yes you are!” Niall said in a singsong voice, smiling brightly at me.
“Eleanor forced me into these clothes, for your information.”
“Whatever you say.” Zayn said, going back to his phone.
I knew that there was no point in arguing with Zayn. He was one of those people that used facts and an accusing voice in an argument, much like a lawyer. It scared that shit out of me and there was no way in hell I’d beat him.
I walked to the kitchen when I heard footsteps behind me, knowing it was Harry. I noticed that the kitchen table was already set, and Danielle was finishing off the eggs.
“Anything I can do to help?” I asked hopefully.
“No way!” Danielle exclaimed, “Your dress is way too gorgeous to risk ruining, and you’re a guest! We’re almost done, so you just sit down and relax.”
I sighed, “Please Danielle? I can’t go back in there.”
Danielle suddenly looked concerned, and abandoned her task. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” I said.
“I’ll let you get the cutlery out if you promise to spill what’s wrong after breakfast.”
“Fine.”
Danielle smiled, and pointed to a drawer, “Everything’s in there.”
I smiled gratefully at her, and pulled the drawer open and got to work. I spotted Eleanor with Louis, and she was sending me confused looks, and I just motioned that I’d tell her later. Before I knew it, I was finished, and everyone was piling into the room.
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Then and Now: A Harry Styles Fanfiction
FanfictionIt was just supposed to be a simple, harmless lunch date, to catch up with an old friend. But when that old friend is Harry Styles, there's no such thing as simple.
