Take Me Home (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Daphne was on her way home from the shops when she noticed a bit of conflict outside someone's home.
While attempting to break up a fight between two girls, Daphne was injured herself.
Who would've thought that a little bloody nose could go such a long way?...


13. Chapter 13

"I can't. Believe. We finished." I spoked slowly, looking at all the bakery bags stuffed with full cupcake boxes. It was seriously a miracle that we baked, iced and decorated 500 cupcakes within only a few hours. The bakery looked a complete mess, but I couldn't have cared any less.

"Me either." Harry breathed out, his hands on his hips, shaking his head at all the packaged cupcakes as the service bell chimed from the front.

We both walked over to the counter, a wave of relief instantly washing over me as I recognized the lady who had the massive order of death. I watched as her eyes scanned over the bags, her lips smiling as her body slumped forward in relief. I wasn't quite sure what exactly was riding on her 500 cupcakes, but for some reason it was that big of a deal.

"Oh my, you're so wonderful!" she cooed as I grabbed a few bags and handed them to her. Her face was glowing. "You are seriously a life savor! Thank you so much!"

"Anytime." I smiled back, lying through my teeth. If she ever had the nerve to come to the shop and place such an insane order in an almost impossible time frame again, I was sure going to fling a dirty whisk at her face. If Harry hadn't have showed up, I probably would've drowned myself in cupcake batter.

"Do you need help taking these to your car?" Harry questioned, appearing with his arms full of bags. The lady nodded quickly, thanking us once more before exiting the market with an added helper.

Feeling the adrenaline in my body simmering down, I made sure the oven was off before collapsing onto the big leather chair in the office. Releasing an overdramatic sigh, I retrieved my phone off the desk to see that Sara had finally decided to text back after hours.

500 cupcakes?! OMG DAPH!

Glaring at my phone, I began typing a response without a second thought. I was completely drained, out of my mind and extremely frustrated at the fact that nobody had been there when I needed them to help. I shouldn't have been left alone at the bakery and I should've been able to get into contact with someone.

No worries, I took care of it with a massive help from Harry. Sorry you couldn't help. x

Though it felt relieving in the moment, I knew I was going to feel bad afterward since Sara was literally in love with the boy. However, if she would've bothered to help me or at least act like she cared, I probably would've been a better sport about the situation. I was still bitter, even though the insane task had been completed.

"Such a nice lady." Harry stated, his sudden voice jerking me from my thoughts. I looked up at him and shrugged before turning my phone off and tossing it back onto the desk. "I suppose your boss will be happy about that sale, yeah?"

I barely shrugged my shoulders in response. "I hope so. I mean, I didn't finish his list of muffins from this morning, but that woman paid over a grand for those freakin' cupcakes. Who does that?" I questioned, standing as I wiped my dirty hands on my apron.

Harry rolled his shoulders slowly, his gaze fixated on me as my brow began to furrow in question. He smirked a little before reaching out and grazing my cheek with his thumb. 

"You had some white stuff on your face. Which I find that quite weird since I didn't see you on your knees at all today." he proceeded to say, his lips curling up into a deathly grin.

Completely dumbfounded at the vulgar comment, I quickly swung at him, my open hand colliding with his arm once, twice, four times until I had him all the way backed up out of the office, listening to him snicker between hits. It was almost as if he had liked it.

After hearing him mumble something else with a laugh, I attempted to swat at him again only to have my arm grabbed and locked into place. Wide-eyed at his sudden defense, I quickly yanked my arm away from his grasp, uncontrollably knocking a bowl of flour clear off the center island. The silver, metal bowl crashed to the hard floor as the white powder smoked up and went everywhere. We both froze, looking up from the mishap to at one another.

"That was all you." Harry stated with a laugh, his hands up in the air as if he were withdrawing himself from the situation. I could've growled at him in frustration if I had wanted to sound like an idiot, but I instead bent down and grabbed a handful of flour. "No, Daphne! Are you mental?" his eyes widened in surprise.

Holding my clenched hand up, I regretted my hesitation as he grabbed my loaded forearm. Imagining how hilarious he would look with flour all over his face, I then realized he had both of my hands in his grasp, causing me to twist and turn in attempt to free myself. All I proceeded to do was make a bigger mess of the flour on the floor, as are legs practically began to spar beneath us.

"You're so unbelievable!" I stated, almost grunting as we jaggedly danced around his circles, his tight grip on me.

I couldn't really believe the sudden change of events as he spun me around, pinning me against the counter. Embarrassingly enough, it was the sudden pressure of his body against mine that completely changed my mindset like a switch. I was so ready to destroy his pretty face with messy baking products, but all I found myself concentrating on was his body touching mine. I cursed myself mentally as I felt my guard slowly dissolving. There was no getting away at that point.

"You're the one making a mess here!" he responded, his voice bold but still showing amusement. All I could really do was just stare back at him, his blue green eyes locked onto mine as I felt my brain beginning to shut down. I was, for lack of a better word, fucked.

I wasn't sure where exactly Harry's mind had been, but mine was thoroughly concentrating on the feeling of his pelvis pressed against mine, and the fact that my heartbeat could've been mistaken for the sound of a woodpecker hard at work. I didn't even have time to blame or trace my feelings back to anything, as my eyes had already glanced down to his lips.

"Ah." he breathed out, smirking once he had noticed that he had control.

And once again, his utter cockiness flipped everything off in an instant as I flicked my clenched hand open, sending flour all over the front of him. Harry let go of me, his arms spread in shock as the powder clouded up everywhere.

I covered my mouth, attempting to hold in the laughter that wanted to roar from my lungs until his eyes slowly found mine, sparkling with revenge. Realizing he was ready to dive for me, my mind moved faster than my legs as I began slipping and sliding on the flour on the floor, failing to move at an effective pace. I felt as though I had hit an oil spill while trying to speed away in Mario Kart, it was slightly pathetic.

I was almost in control of my body until Harry wrapped both of his arms around my stomach from behind, holding on as I attempted to hurry away. Expecting him to be furious, I was surprised to hear his muffled chuckles as I hurried back into the office, his hold still on me. Stumbling forward, I caught myself on the desk chair as his downstairs collided with my rear.

"All you had to do was ask, yeah!" I exclaimed as he still held me from behind. My head turned slightly to the side, I waited for him to come back with something rude, but I felt his jagged breathing on my neck instead as my heart continued to race.

Glancing down at the flour that was splattered across the front of me, I couldn't imagine what Harry had looked like. I hadn't been able to get a decent look of the damage, but I was almost positive that my back was wearing nearly half of it.

It wasn't until I felt his lips press against the curve of my neck until my stomach began to knot up. His hands loosened around my bellybutton and lowered slightly to my hips as he began to slowly sponge away at my skin. It was only a minute or so before he pulled away and began coughing, only letting go of me to turn away and cover his mouth. Frowning, I turned to him to see him hacking up a lung, clearly creating a cloud of awkwardness in the room.

"I inhaled some flour." he stated dryly in between coughs, still embarrassing me a tad. Oh, yeah, let me start kissing on your neck only to get flour caught in my lungs and die. It's was genius, let me tell you.

"Good." I responded, shaking the knot out of my stomach, wondering how far I actually would've let it progress. I watched as he looked back at me, shooting an offended glare. "I wasn't really sure how I was going to explain the mess on my boss' desk if things were to escalate." 

"What?" Harry breathed out, slightly amused. I smirked at him, though my mind was questioning itself, wondering if I actually would have done him right then and there. "You would've. . .on the desk?" I shrugged my shoulders and sucked my teeth, regaining control of myself. There was no way that it was going to be that easy.

"I suppose we'll never know now." I replied nonchalantly before retrieving a broom and dustpan from the closet. Holding it out to him, I watched as he happily grabbed the broom with a smile.

"Now I can watch you practice bending over with the dustpan." he stated cheekily, watching as I began to glare. Harry then began flicking his eyebrows up and down before I pointed to the door. With his hands up in defense, he exited the office with a smirk.

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