Complications

"What's wrong? What's happening?"
"Just some complications."
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Beth and Harry? Great match. But things are complicated. And how are you supposed to fight complications when they have been part of your relationship from the start?

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Wowwwww, look at me updating two days in a row. Anyone impressed? No? Ah well. I hope you like this one :) x

 

[Harry's P.O.V.]

I internally squealed as I turned my back on Beth to start cooking. I stopped for a moment, a frown appearing on my face. I didn't even know what I wanted to cook.

"Ummmm," I murmured, turning to face Beth again. I had to think quickly, I needed to come up with an idea as soon as possible.

"What do you think of pancakes?" I asked cautiously. A grin immediately lit up her beautiful features.

"Is that even a question?" she then chuckled, swinging her leg out at me. I quickly dodged it with a giggle and nodded.

"Yes, I love pancakes," she then sighed, sitting up straight with an expectant look.

"Shame, I'm not making pancakes," I teased, sticking my tongue out at her.

"Please? You know you want pancakes too," she then added, sticking her chin out demonstratively. I pretended to consider it, stroked my imaginary beard and then sighed, throwing my hands up in the air.

"Okay, okay, I'll make pancakes."

"Thank you," Beth replied with a overly sweet smile. I beamed back and turned back around to get to work. I skipped to the fridge to get a few ingredients, then to what turned out to be a storage cupboard. When I had assembled everything I needed, I quickly googled a recipe and clapped my hands pompously.

"Let's get started then, shall we?" I smirked. This was my thing. I was in my element. I felt at home in nearly every kitchen. Harry had returned to the kitchen.

"Just wait for your taste buds to be blown away," I said, feeling satisfied.

"Will I find them walking in the wind?" Beth commented. I snorted, knowing she was smiling at my reaction.

"Wait?" I then suddenly announced. I span around dramatically.

"We need...." I whispered, just loud enough for Beth to hear me. She raised an eyebrow.

"Music!" I yelled, pulling out my phone. I heard her giggle as I looked for the perfectly cheesy song. My tongue between my teeth, I resolutely clicked on my choice. The music immediately started playing and I grinned.

"Is that-" Beth said slowly and I nodded.

"Dear future husband, here's a few things," I sang along, striking a pose, making Beth laugh.

"You need to know if you wanna be my one and only," I continued, acting as if I was on a stage.

"All my life," I then finished, slowly raising my hand into the air like one of those stage performers you used to see in old-fashioned clubs. Ugh. Clubs. I never wanted to enter one again. I quickly pushed the thought from my mind and turned around dramatically again, so I could really get to work.

I hummed along, trying to make my actions match the beat of the song as I mixed the flour and salt. I decided to use the eggs as shakers before cracking them, to see if Beth would think it was funny. I always loved to make her laugh. I loved to see her happy. Her smile was literally like my sun and moon.

Instead of walking, I shuffled over to get some milk, trying to do a sort of moonwalk, but honestly failing. I didn't mind, though. As long as I didn't fall over.

Fifteen minutes later, I was done with the batter, deciding not to leave it for a while like most people would do, seeing as the recipe said it was unnecessary. It was a BBC GoodFood recipe, so I definitely trusted it.

"Remember, the pans are not in the cupboard," Beth reminded me with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes, but smiled nevertheless, opening the drawer from before. When I had retrieved the right pan, I put it on the stove and turned it on. I found some butter and put some on the pan, whistling between my teeth as the current song played. Denial by Sugababes. I wasn't going to say I didn't like their music. Most of it was pretty good. Too quickly, the song ended and the next one came on. And the butter started sizzling. At exactly the same time.

"Oh my God, did you see that?" I gasped, smiling as well when I realised the song was another Sugababes song. About You Now.

"The butter started sizzling when the song started. Yeah, I saw that," Beth chuckled. I grinned, my mood getting even better.

"That was, like, perfect timing!" I exclaimed, still watching the butter, feeling elated. Then I decided to snap out of my daze and start making the actual pancakes.

"I love this song," I commented, pouring some batter into the pan. Then I started really listening to the song, so I could get ready for what I wanted to do next.

"You!" I yelled, spinning around so I could point at Beth. She giggled and I grinned, turning back to the pancakes. I continued to sing every 'you', never failing to do it at the right moment.

That was until I forgot I had a spoon full of pancake batter. My eyes widened when I saw that I had managed to fling the batter across the room. I stood there, frozen, with a spoon dripping onto the floor, unnoticed by me.

"Oops," I mumbled, quickly putting the spoon away and grabbing a cloth.

"I'm really sorry, I'll clean it up, gosh, sorry, I've made a mess, haven't I? What a silly mistake, that was stupid, sorry-"

"Don't worry about it, you dork," Beth then laughed, interrupting my chuntering. I smiled sheepishly and cleaned off the furniture and floor before returning to my now nearly burnt pancake. The song had ended to my dismay, but I didn't mind the one that was playing now. I had forgotten its name, though. I flipped the pancake thoughtlessly, surprised when it landed on the pan again.

"Did you see that?" I asked excitedly, looking at Beth yet again.

"Yeah, I'm impressed," she replied, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Ladies and gentlemen, bring you hands together for Harry Styles!" I smirked, taking a bow. With the pan in my hand. I quickly came up again, managing to stop the pancake from falling and dirtying the floor.

"That was close," I sighed, wiping my forehead. I heard Beth laugh again from behind me as I got back to the stove. I spent the next thirty minutes pouring batter and flipping pancakes with a self-satisfied air as Beth watched me.

Suddenly Photograph by Ed Sheeran came on and I gasped, turning around yet again.

"Come dance with me," I giggled, bowing down low over my outstretched hand, waiting for Beth to take it. She chuckled and entwined her fingers in mine, causing me to smile at the familiarity. It just felt right. Like our hands were made to hold each other. I quickly stood up again and placed a hand on her waist, so we could do a waltz-like dance. Even thought I didn't know how to waltz. Oh well. Swaying around whilst taking a few steps this way and that would have to do.

I grinned cheekily when she rested a hand on my shoulder and tried to lead a little. Which resulted in me tripping over my own feet quite a few times. I apologised over and over again, wincing when I accidentally stepped on her toes. At some point I got the hang of it, though. By that time I was leading again, feeling incredibly proud.

All I knew while we twisted and turned was that I was extremely happy, for one. I always was when I was around Beth. The feeling was inexplicable, but I didn't really care about putting a definition on the bubbling in my stomach. I wanted to feel that way forever, I wanted to spend every second of my existence in Beth's company. And I wanted to make sure that she enjoyed it at least as much as I did, if not more.

But I then realised that it wasn't very likely that that was possible, considering my status and my job. I felt like my mood dampened a little whenever I thought of having to leave Beth again. I didn't even want to think of it. I hoisted a smile on my face again and twirled Beth around again with a giggle. I was just going to focus on living in the moment and savouring every minute I had with her.

Caught up in my plans, I tripped yet again, but this time over Beth's legs, not my own. I squealed and stumbled, trying to hold myself up. I grabbed the thing closest to me, then realising it was Beth's arm and thereby bringing her down with me. My eyes widened for what seemed like the tenth time today and I hurriedly looked down to see I had landed on top of her.

"Oh my God, are you okay? I-"

But I cut myself off when I saw that Beth was slowly turning red from laughing her head off. I allowed myself to giggle along, assuming she wasn't hurt or anything. It must have looked pretty weird if someone had come in to see me lying on top of her, both of us laughing our socks off. But as I had promised myself just before, I savoured it. I enjoyed the sound of her laughing and the way she shook when she did so. I didn't even care how weird it looked if I was completely honest.

When we had calmed down a little, I grinned and kissed her gently on the nose. I giggled when she scrunched up her nose and kissed it again.

"Why are you kissing my nose?" she pouted, scrunching it up as I did it again.

"Because you have a cute nose," I answered letting out a giggle again.

"Well, thank you," she retorted, raising her eyebrows slightly. I nodded and tried to do it again, just for the fun of it, but she dodged me and it was my turn to pout.

"You're such a weirdo," she remarked, smiling slightly.

"Your weirdo, though," I responded, smirking and she sighed, returning a halfhearted smile. I leaned in again and kissed her properly this time, pressing my lips against hers. I loved the way kissing her felt. The way it just felt right. The way it lifted my heart up and gave me a dazed feeling. The way it was just perfect. I felt her smile into the kiss and immediately did the same. God, just her smile made me happy.

Suddenly a rancid smell reached my nose and I broke away, gasping. She also looked apprehensive as I got off her and helped her stand up, then immediately rushing to the stove.

"How could I forget my pancakes?" I exclaimed in dismay, grabbing a few locks of my hair.

"It stinks, how come we didn't notice it before?" Beth added, pinching her nose. I grinned and wiggled my eyebrows at her.

"Ugh, look at it, it's all black," I then frowned, scraping the remnants of the burnt pancake on a spare plate for it to cool off. We didn't want it to melt the bin bag or something. I had already been clumsy enough for the pair of us.

I got another pancake going rather quickly, considering the accident and soon I was standing there again, ready to not forget another one. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt an arm wrap around my waist. A smile appeared on my face and I slung my right arm over Beth's shoulders, feeling very content. I looked down at her and saw that she was also smiling and it just made me even happier. At that moment, we were like a perfect couple.

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Hiiii wow look at that I wrote another chapter. I don't think it's too bad. Anyway, the recipe Harry followed was BBC GoodFood's recipe for pancakes if you want it haha. And I hope the songs are a little familiar. Hope you enjoyed it as well.

~ ButUrNot1D_x

P.S. I didn't go through it to look for mistakes and bad stuff because I always end up hating it and I'm not really in the mood for hating the chapter I just published. So sorry about that.

 
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