Little Things

Jenny is just an average teenage girl who works at a pet store. One day while she's working though a certain boy and his friend appear in the shop. They talk for awhile a start to become really good friends. But will something spark between the friendship? If so, what would others say? How would they react? Would things go good? Or bad? You'll just have to read the story if you want to find out ;)


22. Chef Styles

“I know you’re probably sleeping, but I just wanted to wish you good luck since we’ll be having an interview when you wake up. Early morning:/ but the point is, don’t worry, you’ll be great! xx”  

“I hope so…have a great day, I’ll call you when I’m done!”  

“What are you doing up this early? It’s 5:30 am you should be sleeping!”  

“I can’t:( I had a nightmare and woke up. I’m so nervous, I don’t remember anything!”  

“Aw sweetheart, what was your dream? You’ll do great, trust me!”  

“Someone was chasing me and I don’t really remember anything but the fear. And of course that stupid 4th of July was in the dream -.-“  

“haha. you worry too much! We studied enough, you’ll know everything. After they took off your plaster, would you like to come over my place?”  

“Sure:) I’d better go now, I’ll read through my papers one more time, then I’ll just get dressed and try not to panic. Thanks for the bracelet, I’m sure it’ll bring me luck:P”  

“Well that’s why I lent it to you:) See you later xx”    

I sat up in my bed, eyeing one of Harry’s bracelets, that now was resting around my wrist. He gave that and a kiss to me, when he left yesterday. I chuckled as the thought of him coming and leaving just like it was the most natural thing in the world popped up in my mind. Even my mom changed from his presence. She greeted him nicely and never interrupted us. However she didn't lose her old self totally, whenever Harry wasn’t here, she didn't leave me alone. She was asking me all kinds of questions about us and wanted me to invite him to a family dinner, since my dad still didn't meet him. But I thought it’d still be early. Although our relationship was blooming nicely, I felt comfortable and natural with him, it was still new for me. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door.

“Good morning, darling! I brought you some coffee and breakfast. Today dad will take you to school. Eat it, dress up and you can go. After the exam, I’ll take you to the hospital to get your plaster off. I have to leave now, good luck today!” Mom said while he put a tray full of delicious food on my bed, and kissed my head.

“Thanks mom, bye!”

I put the food away, I couldn't eat, not even a little bite. My nerves were as thin as a hairbreadth. Instead, I drank my coffee and went through every single one of my papers before I put on the black skirt and white button up shirt I chose as today’s outfit.  

“Dad! I’m ready, can we go?”

“Sure dolly. Get in the car, I’ll be there in a minute.”


“Yes, Laura?”

“Mommy told me to give you a good-luck-hug!”

“Aw, I’m sure that’ll help me.”

“And here’s my pony toy. It’ll take care of you, but be careful, it has wings, don’t let it fly away.”

“I won’t. Thanks hun! See you later!” I chuckled at her adorableness, and got in the car. I mumbled in annoyance as it began raining. It was quite cold fir skirts, but because of my leg, I couldn't wear jeans.  Half an hour later, I was sitting in the classroom with Sissy and Violet, and was more nervous than ever.  

“10 minutes girls…”   ~  

“Here’s my little hero!” Mom opened her arms in front of her car waiting for me.

“How did it go?”

“I don’t know. I was so nervous, I messed up the words and I know I made a big mistake at the end, but I don’t know how much will it affect the result.”

“Aww, I’m sure you did great. Now come on, let’s get that plaster off your ankle. Do you have any plans for today?” she asked as we got into her car.

“Harry invited me over his place.”

“For the night?!” she shrieked.

“No, mom geez calm down! Just for the afternoon.”

“Oh okay. I can give you a ride if you want?”

“Yeah sure, thanks. Did you bring my jeans? I can finally pull it over my legs soon.”

“Yes, it’s on the backseat.”

“Great. Do we have an appointment, or have to wait for hours?”

“We have an appointment. Wait here, I’ll bring you a wheelchair.”

When we arrived, she got out of the car, looking for a nurse. They came for me with a wheelchair, so I didn't have to struggle through the corridors with those crutches. We only had to wait for about 5 minutes until the doctor called me in.  

“So a cracked ankle, huh? We’ll take off the plaster and do an X-ray. Does it hurt?”

“No, I can’t really feel it, and I didn't use it at all. If the result of the X-ray is good, can I participate on that dance performance?”

“We’ll see.”  

Another doctor came into the room and in a few minutes, the white material was off my ankle. It wasn’t swollen anymore, which was a good sign, right? Mom pushed me over to the room, where the X-ray took place, and a male nurse lifted me up to a bed, so they could clearly see my ankle. They still didn't let me use it, which was annoying now, that it was free.

“Okay, we’re done. Go back to the surgery, where the doctor will tell you about the result in a few minutes!”

“Thank you!”

“Oh mom could you please give me my phone? I have to text Harry I’ll be over soon.” I quickly typed in what I wanted to say, and finished just in time before the doctor called us inside.

“Well your X-ray result is very good. Your ankle is intact again. Now you can start using it gradually. It’s Monday, so you might try jogging on Saturday. You have to increase the amount of practicing gradually starting on Monday, okay? And if you feel any pain during it, you have to stop!”

“Okay, thank you doctor.”

“Here are your papers, good bye!”


“Cheer up darling, you can dance!”

“Mom, you don’t get it. Do you have any ideas how many extra lessons will I have to take? I totally missed the new moves.”

“At least you can dance. Here are your pants, go to the girls’ room and change. I’ll wait in the car.”

I walked with a slight limp because it was really uncomfortable, but at least it didn't hurt. I changed into my tight, black jeans and put on a white converse. On the way to the car I searched the address Harry sent me, and showed it to my mom when I got into the car. It wasn’t far away, about 15 minutes later I was greeted by a huge, elegant complex. You could tell from the other street that someone famous lived there. As mom stopped the car, he came outside with a dashing smile. I opened the door and he immediately reached for me, to help me get out of the car. He greeted my mom, then we quickly got into the house, not wanting creepy papz to catch us. When he closed the door, he turned to face me, cupped my face with his hands and planted a long, sweet kiss on my lips.

“Hi!” I giggled after we broke away.

“Hey! Tell me, how was the exam?”

“Honestly, I can’t remember anything. I was so nervous I still have a headache and I know I messed up a few things but I try not to worry until I get the result.”

“I’m sure you were great. Are you hungry? I thought we could cook something together!”

“Yeah sounds awesome!” Just when I finished my sentence, my stomach let a huge growling sound go that made Harry burst out laughing.

“When was the last time you eat?”

“Umm…yesterday night?”

“What? You haven’t eaten anything today?”

“Well I couldn't  I was on the edge of fainting!”  

“Come on then sweetheart, let’s feed you!” he picked me up and carried me to the kitchen where he placed me on top of the counter.

“I can walk now!”

“I know. What did the doctor say?”

“I can gradually practice  So if I can learn the new moves I can dance.”

“Are you sure? I mean, you shouldn't dance around with a cracked ankle.”

“It’s not cracked anymore.”

I pulled him close to me and kissed him.

“You’re so sweet when you worry about me.” He smiled and closed the gap between us one more time.

“So how can I help you chef Styles?”

“Okay, we’re making roast chicken with steamed vegetables and French fries.”


“I’ll do the chicken, could you please chop the vegetables?”


“Oh and by the way the lads are coming over later.” I froze, and looked at him shocked. The first time I’ll meet them as Harry’s girlfriend. He chuckled at my widened eyes and hugged me.

“It’s okay, you've already met.”

“I know, but not like this.”

“The fact that you’re my girlfriend will only make them, and by them I mean mainly Louis, cheekier. Everything will be the same.”

“By cheekier, you mean he’ll make uh sexual comments?” I blushed at my own sentence, but I had to ask.

“Yes, probably. You’ll have to get used to it.” I giggled and kissed him before we got to the cooking part. Harry put on some music and we danced and sang around in the kitchen like two idiots.

After Harry put the chicken into the oven, he sat me on the counter again.

“You shouldn't jump around with your ankle.”

“And you shouldn't put me here and there like a little toy. By the way here’s your bracelet.” I reached for my wrist to took it off, but Harry stopped me.

“Keep it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep. I want you to have it.” He stood between my legs and wrapped his arms around my waist. I rested my forehead on his and just stared at his eyes.  

“How is owning such beautiful eyes is legal?” I asked chuckling.

“I could ask the same question about your beauty.” I bit down on my lip to stop myself from smiling, but failed miserably. As the smile widened, the blood gathered at my cheeks, making me bend my head. Harry put two fingers under my chin and lifted it, so I was staring into his beautiful emerald green eyes again. He smiled, and kissed me lovingly. My arms sneaked up to his shoulders as his embrace around my waist became tighter. Just when I was about to wrap my legs around his waist, a cough from the doorway interrupted us.

“Well, well look at our little lovebirds! Shame on you Harry, you’re going to make a huge mess upon this poor girl’s innocence!” Louis shouted. Him and the others were laughing, while Harry helped me get off the counter. Great, it was just fuel to the fire. I was going to face a few embarrassing hours full of blushing….

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