23. Hot Mess(Ashley Tisdale)
I enter the bakery and I see Steve behind the counter. Where is Harry? Not that I care about. Of course I don’t.
"Hey" I say
"Hey. It happened an unforeseen ...Abby, Molly and Erica didn't come to work today."
"Their uncle died. The funeral is in town near here."
"So we have no one in the kitchen?"
"Yeah, Harry is there and he needs your help. I already called Mr. Wakefield but he was a friend of this man, so he is in funeral too. But Mrs. Wakefield will come to help us"
"Okay" I say
I get in the kitchen and there is Harry, wearing an apron and a bandana. He is putting the dough in the oven.
"Hey baby. I need your help here" He says "Put your apron, a bandana and come help"
I do what he asks and came back
"So what now?"
"Are you one of those girls who don't know even how to make ice or you can do something in the kitchen?"
"I know how to make ice and I can do more than that"
"Great, you'll be helpful. We need to do a cake. It's an order. The client will be here to take it in the evening. I got the recipe here so...let's do this"
Harry was being so... bossy?! Or should I say professional? I don't know but I don't like taking orders from him. I know I'm only doing my job and do is he. Still it piss me off.
I look at him , he is breaking the eggs in a bowl. I can see his muscles of his arms. Oh he must work out. Harry must have a nice body...his abs must be so....what am I thinking? Harry can have nice body but he is a jerk. He harmed me.
"Baby I'd be glad if you stop looking at my body and get some flour" he says smiling
"I'm not..." I can deny it, but we both know it's true. I give up on arguing with him and decide to do what he says
I hate the way he acts, like he is the best. His ego is so big! He thinks everybody loves him. Guess what? I'm not everybody!
I come back holding a bag of flour.
He puts some in the bowl and adds milk and chocolate in the dough.
"What is going on with you, baby?" he asks turning around to face me "You've acting weird this week. And don't try to deny, I know you"
I keep in silence because I don't want to answer him. I don't want him to know he is the reason.
"It's because of me, right?"
I look at him angrily.
"Have I done something wrong baby?" He asks innocently
"Of course you have! You are so pathetic and you think you are the best just because there are stupid girls the themselves for you! You think just because you are hot and can sing you are the boy but you are not!"
"You think I'm hot" he asks smiling
"Have you listen to me?! That's why I'm talking about! I don't know how you can have such a big ego! And you are so selfish! Gosh, I've been so stupid! How could I have ever think you are different?! Yesterday you don't even know that girl's name but you promise to call her again!"
"So you are jealous" he asks coming closer
"No! I think it's ridiculous the fact you don't even remember the name the girl you fuck!"
"Well there've been so many girls..."he tries to defend himself
"I was right. You are just a womanizer. I don't know why I thought you were a nice boy. You make clear who you truly are on Saturday and today"
"Yeah, Saturday when I came in the ring and you and your stupid band were there and I couldn't train and because of that I felt on Sunday"
"Are you done baby?"
"You are blaming me for everything. I am just asking if you are already done with this shit, baby"
I don't know if I am really, really mad at Harry or I'm too tired to control myself. I want to punch Harry! This guy is driving me crazy! I look around and without thinking I take some flour and throw on his face.
I laugh hard because it is funny. I don't maybe it's just because I'm tired. There is a point when I' m so tired that everything seems funny. Harry in the other hand isn't laughing. Maybe because for him, it's not funny, there is flour all over his face.
"Oh you think it's funny, uh?" he says coming closer, making my heart beat fast. When did he start making me feel like that? "What do you think about this?" he grabs some flour
"Don't Harry! No! Please" I beg him. Too late. My face has floor and I clean them from my eyes while Harry is laughing
"Look at you!" he laughs more
I throw more flour on Harry and so did him on me. We start a flour’s fight. I have to admit it's fun. I haven't have fun like this for a while. It's good to laugh and don't think about anything.
I sit on the floor supporting my back on the table’s side , tired of throwing on Harry
Without saying a word, Harry does the same.
He offers me a cloth to clean my face while he cleans his with another one.
"My belly hurts of so much laughing" I say
He laughs and look at me. In fact he is looking at my mouth
"What?" I ask stopping laughing
"You have flour on the corner of your mouth"
I pass my thumb to clean it.
"Not it's still there" he says
All of the sudden, Harry is coming closer. I only hear my heart betting fast. His face is really close. His lips coming closer. He links the flour near my mouth. So close to my lips that makes me shiver. All I can think is in his lips on mines.
I look deeply is his eyes. His green eyes so close...
"Harry!" Someone calls him making us pull off fast. We stand up and see Mrs. Wakefield in front of the door
"My Gosh" she says looking at the dirty floor...our little fight had made a little...mess
"Yeah, sorry for the mess"
"What were you two doing?! You should be working not...throwing flour at each other!! We have few staff today and you two are playing!" she says angrily
I'm feeling bad. It was irresponsible of us
"I'm really sorry. It was childish and irresponsible of us. It won't happen again" he says smiling
"You know you are a really charming boy, Harry. I can't stay mad at you"
"Now you two clean this mess. And you young lady, take care of yourself, this charming boy always get what he wants" she smile and winks
Harry laughs again
"We better star cleaning the mess and finish the cake" Harry says
It's all I can say. The truth is Harry linking me left me speechless. What is wrong with me?
The past hours we stay in silence. We clean our mess, bake...and only that.
I don't know what to say to Harry. Why has he done that, anyway?! The worst of all is that I liked it. The shiver through my body… I want to fell again. But no! It's Harry and I hate him! I hate myself more for liking him!
It's almost 10 Pm and Mrs. Wakefield says we can leave. The problem is none of my parents can pick me up here.
Harry and I walk out of the bakery together, without saying a word
"Where is your father?" he asks me
"He can't pick me up. I'm walking to my house. So...see you"
"Wait! You are alone?"
"I'm not letting you walk alone this time at night. I'm coming with you"
"What? What about your car?"
"I lend it to my friend"
"Harry my house is in the opposite direction of yours. I can walk by myself. Thank you but you don't need to do that"
"I'm not asking you of I can accompany, I'm telling you that"
Why he is doing this? Treating me like a child?!I could complain about him but it would be worthless.
We walk in silence for a while
"So have you download any song?" he asks
"No. I haven't had time for this yet. It's been a busy week"
He says nothing.
"Harry you really don't need to do this. I'm not a baby. I can walk alone to my house"
"It's late Katy. I know you're capable to walk alone but I don't want anything bad to happen to you"
"Why are suddenly being so protective? What is happening?"
Harry stop walking and push me to a wall. My back feels the impact but I don't care. I'm more concern about how close Harry is to me. My head is in the middle of his two arms. His face is too close to mine.
"You want know what is happening Katy? The thing is since the day you walk in the bakery I want to fuck you. But then I realize that you are not like the girls I fuck. I care about you. You are different. I linked the corner of your mouth, most of the girls would be begging me to link their whole body. But you didn't. And this is driving me crazy. I'm starting to feel something more. I need you, baby. Look at me" his eyes are locked on mines . His lips really close to mine" and tell me what you want me to do. If you want me to kiss you or if you want me to back off"
Kiss me. Pleaseeeee. Part of me is begging for his lips. But no. He is Harry. I'm afraid if what he can do to me. If he kiss me I might not be able to control myself.
"I think we should keep walking. I don't want to be late" I say breathless
He pulls of and we walk to my house in silence.