The Streets Of London ~ A Harry Styles Love Story

Sofia have rented an apartment in London with her bestie, Emilie. They both have to work on each of their career. After packing out they are really tired and want some energy. By coincidence they ended in Starbucks, and that is were they meet Niall and Harry. What happens next? Only time will tell.

(This story is dedicated for my lovely friend Sofia and are based on our hopes and dreams ♥)


12. Pancakes

I woke up with a sleepy Harry next to me. He was laying on his stomach so his back was uncovered, and I could see his well-trained muscles. He had his head in my direction.  His hair was one big mess, and once in a while came little snoring sounds from him. I kissed his forehead softly, before I went out in the kitchen. I had let him stay here after what happen last night.
“Hmm, what should I cock for him?” I thought, as I stood in the small kitchen. I looked around to find a recipe book, but then I remembered, we didn’t have any recipe book. Then suddenly the answers came to me.... Pancakes! Everyone loves pancakes right? I know, I do, and they always make pancakes in movies for breakfast, don't they?
I found some recipe online called “American pancakes”, I looked at the photo. It was those tiny chubby ones. Okaay, let me see.. Some eggs, some flour, some milk and a lot of other stuff. Luckily we had all the stuff you needed. I put everything in bowl and mixed it all together. This was going to be good, I could feel it. I found a pan and turned on the hotplate.
“I have a meeting on Starbucks soon, so I am leaving now.” Emilie said, as she came into the kitchen. She was wearing a black blazer, white top and washed out jeans. “Are you making pancakes?” She walked in my direction. I still hadn’t told Emilie about last night, and she had no idea Harry was here. “Smells good.” she said and looked impressed. I should tell her soon. We basically told each other everything. ”Thanks.” I said with my eyes on the pancakes. If I looked her in the eyes, she would know something was going on. I lifted the pan and turned the pancake around in the air. Always felt cool, when I did it.
“Well I gotta go... Bye!” Emilie said. “Good luck! I yelled after her. “Thanks!” she said and smashed the door. Hope it didn’t woke up Harry. Last night he was asleep, before I got into bed, so he must have been really tired. Perhaps something was going on, so he couldn’t always fall asleep at night? Well, I hoped he would tell if there were, he should know that I’m trustworthy person.
The last pancake was made, and I must admit; they look just as good as the photo. I set up the table; with everything you can possible use for pancakes. It looked ready with a stream coming from the pancakes. Should I make coffee for him? Did we even have coffee? Wait.. No we didn’t..
To keep our heads above water, I should also find a job. Today I would look for another job, now that Starbucks rejected me. I found my computer and placed it on the table. Hmm.. What to pick? What to pick? I scrolled up and down for jobs in London, but nothing seemed to suit me. Then I saw it. I sounded perfect. Music Cafe. And there even were an address.1 Duke Street Hill, London, England (London Bridge).
“Smells good!” Harry said as he came out from my room. His hair was really messy and he looked like he wasn't quite awake yet. Oh my.. He was only wearing his Calvin Klein underpants. He had six pack and a wonderful toned v line. It looked he was photo shopped! :O I suddenly forgot how to speak. “Stop staring!” I thought to myself, but he looked so tired, I don’t think he noticed.
“I’ve made pancakes.” Thanks God my month could speak. I felt ridiculously shy in his presence now.
“What are you doing babe?” Harry asked. He leaned over me, held his arms around me and kissed me on my forehead. He looked at my screen. “I’m trying to find a job...” I said depressed. “Music Cafe” he murmured and continued reading.
 “I thought, you would work on your carrier? he asked and sat down on the other side of the table.
“I will, but I have to get another job meanwhile.” He nodded like he understood.
“Please have some.” I said and looked at the pancakes.
Harry took his first bite. ”Wow this is really good!” Harry said with his mouth full of pancake, his eyes wide open, his hands covered in syrup. Yeees! Mission completed.
“Thanks sweetie.” I said and smiled. Now it was my turn to taste it. Wow. It was really good actually. I hate to praise myself, but this was just like a piece of heaven.
“Listen Kitten. I’m still really sorry about everything, and I want to make it up to you... And I have to start somewhere.. So I know it’s a little late maybe... But tonight a friend of mine is having a huge party, and I want you to be my date.. and if you want to.. you can bring Emilie?” he waited for me to answer. Well as far as I knew, we didn’t had any plans tonight.
“I would love to, and I’m pretty sure Emilie would too”. She did love to party.
“Sounds great!” he said. “So have you seen anything of London yet?” he asked.
“Nooo.. Not really.. I haven’t had the time.” Well a part of it was true. I mean, I could have spent yesterday different, but I was just so sad. Of course I didn’t mention it.
“Really?” he said with a crafty look on his face. ”Well I have got an idea... I will be your personal tour guide, and we a going on sightseeing around London one day?” He looked at me for confirmation.
“It sounds like a great idea.” I answered with a wide smile.
“Do you know what time it is?” He asked and looked around for a watch. It looked like panic was rising in him.
“It’s 10.30.” I answered him and wondered why he seemed so stressful moments ago.
“Oh.. okay.. I just have something, I have to take care of.. And I had no time feeling..” he said with his dimple-smile.
“Can I ask what?” I was kinda curious now.
“Yees, I just need to help a friend...hmm... the guy who is blowing the party tonight.” he said. I wasn’t sure if I should believe him, because it looked like he was lying.
“Okaay.” I said with a suspicious look.

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