Do I Frighten You?

Harry and I was sitting on his couch now eating ice cream, we where sitting across from each other cross legged, He had chocolate and I had vanilla, We were laughing and telling silly jokes. I had told him it was okay about his past, He had been through a lot and I understand that he isn't over it. He wants to be a better person/

"Why don't traffic lights never go swimming?" He asked with a huge grin on his face.

I don't know why but I was laughing already. "Why?"

"Because, They take to long to change." He said quickly.

I didn't get it for a minute and then did, and then started to laugh. My phone then vibrated I still had a silly smile on my face until I seen the caller ID it said. 'DAD'. I gulped and then declined the call.

He have me a crook smile and nodded slowly and proceeded. "Knock Knock."

"Who's there?" I asked.

"Annie" He said and began to smile.

"Annie who?" I questioned.

"Annie thing you can do, I can do better!" He said and throw his hands up in a happy way.

I gasped. "Nice, Good one."

"I know right." He said scooping another scoop. So did I.

"This ice cream is really good." I said.

"Girl, You think this is good? Try having my ice cream caramel cake it is Delicious." He said in a way, That made me very hungry.

wanted some, I never could see that a guy like him knew how to bake, I realized he could bake when I seen him in flour at his job. He was clearly the baker. "So when are you wanting to make this caramel ice cream cake for me?" I asked, and he smiled when I said that.

"Well, Whenever you like Malady." He said in a thicker British accent, and then laughed mysteriously.

"Now." I said sounding like a queen. "Make me cake young one. Lead me to the kitchen." I said putting the pint of ice cream down and then he did the same.

He had held out his hand in a gentlemen like manner. "Right this way, malady." We had walked into the kitchen moments after and then he had let go of my hand and reached for the cabinet and then the refrigerator. He gad gotten out a carton of eggs and then a box that had caramel cake written on it and a bowl and then a baking pan. He sprayed the brown down with pan spray just for it wouldn't stick.

I stood by him when he began to crack the eggs into the bowl and stir them. The way you seen him do this you would think that he is a freaking professional. He stirred the eggs until it was just yellow and then added the flour and then went back into the fridge and grabbed the milk,and sugar, and pour some inside of it. Then began to stir again. Once the flour was thick enough he grabbed the baking pan and brought it over closer by him and then poured the mix into the pan until there was no more mix in the bowl. He flattened it out until it all was evenly spaced and then he turned the oven onto 350 and put it inside.

He grabbed a smaller pan out and then grabbed some brown sugar and some kind of milk that was in a can. He turned on the stove and put the small point onto it and then waited for a minute and then put butter inside of the pot and just let it sizzle and then he added brown sugar and then added a little bit of the milk and he began to stir it.

"You're suppose to stir this for a long time until this becomes light brown and you can't stop stirring it if you do, The caramel will stick to the pot and it could mess everything up. it will taste all burnt and stuff." He smiled and was still stirring it. I nodded and watched as he did. I was quite amazed with what he was doing. I mean I wish I knew how to do all of this.

He added some more of the milk into it and stirred again, I seen as the caramel was building up and was actually beginning to look like caramel. I was amazed at all of this who taught him this and then he turned off the stove and then picked up the pan with the oven mitt and began to stir it continuously until it cooled down and then he put it into the fridge and by time that was done so was the cake. he stabbed it in the middle with a knife to see if it was cooked through and it was. he then put the cake into the fridge and then sat down at the table for a minute and I followed him. Wow he was good.

"We are almost done." He said throwing a little bit of flour into my hair making me gasp at his action.

He laughed. "Oh, I am sorry." He said sarcastically.

That was it, no one sprinkles flour on me and get away with it, I stood up and basically tackled him, Or at least tried too. He had caught me and literally holding me back from attacking me, He was stronger than I thought.

"Oh come on." I said with a small smile.

"I'm stronger than you." He joked. "I can do this all day, holding you back with one hand. I mean, come on Amelia, I know you can do better than this."

I gave up because I was already giving him all my strength. I gave up and tried to push myself off of him he wouldn't let me go, He still had my hand.

"I am sorry madam." He spoke in a soft voice. "But, I can not let you go, Not just yet. Not without a little kiss."

I felt his curls on my forehead, that how close we are about now and then he leaned in a little more, His forehead touched mine. I could feel his breath hit my face. His lips softly met mine, Kissing me passionate. Something was different about this kiss. Something sparked in me, My stomach began to flutter.

He pulled back from the kiss and gave me a crook smile. “Knock knock”
“Who's there?” I asked curiously.

“Claire.” He said fighting a smile.

“Claire who?” I asked.

“Claire the way, I am coming through.” He chuckled.

“Where do you get all of these jokes.”

“I have a knock knock book." Oh, Harry is now so adorable. I was going to have to find this book.

I laughed as well and he brought his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him and cuddled up a little bit. It was great to have a guy like him I was actually happy. I looked around and then seen something that brought my happiness away.

“Harry?” I whispered looking up at him. His eyes glowed as we both sat on the couch. I was so happy to be here with me. I sighed.

“Nothing.” I was close to saying something to him that I might regret saying, but something that I wasn't going to regret.

“What.” He said cupping my face making me look at him.

“It is nothing okay?” I sighed, I sighed and looked away from him.

“You were clearly thinking of something.” He frowned.

“I changed my mind.” I said softly.

He rolled his eyes and got off the couch and sighed.

“I'm sorry.” I stood up off the couch and hurried after him.

“Is it you thinking second thoughts about us?” He said, his eyes began to water.

“No.” I said softly.

“I am really sorry, I just didn't know where to go, I didn't want my mom and dad to look at me like I was some kind of crazy person.” He said looking away from me. “We ran away from Liam we came here. I am so sorry.” He whispered wiping his eyes.

I found myself bringing my arms around him. He was such an emotional wreck since that night. “It is going to be okay.”

“No, it is not going to be okay.” He said looking at me. “I can't stand anything bad happening to you.”

I hugged him as a comfort. He hugged me back wrapping his arms around me.

“I just want you safe with me, I want you to feel like I can be there all the time for you.” He said softly.

“I will be safe with you.” I said running my hands in his curls.

Notes

Anyone shocked? Was what Harry said was it sweet or was it mean?

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