Tattoos On The Heart
Cookie Dough War
I was half way through the first season of New Girl when I heard my doorbell go off. I threw my covers off me and quickly ran to the door, grabbing my wallet along the way. I opened the door and my mouth fell open.
“You aren’t the Chinese food I ordered,” I said as Harry stood in front of me with a smile on his face. He dropped his bag and pulled me in for a hug. “What are you doing here?” I muttered into his shoulder.
“You said you needed a friend, so here’s your friend. Sorry I’m a few days late,” he said into my hair as he lifted me off the ground.
“What if I wasn’t talking about you?” I, smugly, told him as he set me back on the ground and grabbed his bag before following me into my house. I sat on the couch and Harry sat beside me.
“But you were, otherwise you wouldn’t have said ‘in person,’ in your tweet.”
“Okay, you caught me, mophead,” I smiled at him, as I used the first nickname I ever gave him. “You didn’t have to come though.”
“But I wanted to. So here I am, I’m all yours until the 8th,” Harry said while throwing his arms out in front of him, as if he were presenting himself.
“That’s a long time…”
“Oh piss off! We’ve got 8 days to get to know one another more!” Harry said as he playfully hit my arm. I smiled at him before the doorbell rang throughout my home.
“Chinese food!!” I yelled as I stood up, grabbing my wallet, and ran over to the door. I was greeted by a young Asian man, I handed him my money and told him to keep the rest as a tip. I shut the door and walked back into the living room where I placed the two bags on the kitchen table. “You’re lucky; I ordered enough Chinese food to feed a small country.”
“Why did you order so much?” He asked as he helped me place the cartons on the table.
“I was hungry,” I, nonchalantly, told him as I walked over to the fridge and pulled it open. “Want a beer?”
“What kind do you have?” He asked from the table.
“Corona, Blue Moon, Sam Adams annnddddd I had a Budlight but not anymore.”
“Corona, please. Where do you keep the plates?” Harry asked as he opened different cabinets.
“The cabinet by the oven,” I told him as I cut up a lime for our Corona’s and grabbed the salt before carrying them over to the table. Harry grabbed two plates and brought them over as well.
“This is the best Chinese food ever,” I told him as I handed him a napkin and a pair of chopsticks.
“We’ll see about that,” Harry said with a smug smile on his face as he put some noodles on his plate. “Pass the Teriyaki chicken.” I handed him the carton after scooping some on my own plate.
“So, what shall we do while you’re down here?” I asked him as I scooped some noodles on my own plate.
“You could show me the rest of Austin, and you can give me another tattoo.”
“You want another tattoo? What of?” I asked him as I took a sip of my beer.
“A cross, by my thumb,” he told me, around a mouthful of chicken.
“Really? That’s all? I can do that here with my tattoo gun I have at home. I’ll even do it for free.”
“No, no, no. I’ll pay you,” Harry said as he wiped some sauce off his chin, using his tongue. That was cute.
“Harry, it’s fine. The least I charge for tattoos anyways is fifty dollars, and that wouldn’t be worth fifty dollars. So I’ll do it for free,” I told him as I patted his forearm that was resting on the table.
“I’m in the middle of planning a tattoo for my back,” Harry, absentmindedly, said.
“Really?” I asked him and he nodded his head. “Will you be allowing me the pleasure to tattoo that tattoo once you finalize it?” I asked him, a smile on my face.
“If you’re nice,” was all Harry said before we continued eating our food with minimal conversation.
- - - -
“Harry, it’s a simple concept! Her boyfriend, of six years, cheated on her so she automatically has to move out so she turns to craigslist to find a new place. While searching, she finds a loft, currently housing 3 guys, looking for a fourth roommate. She’s weird, they’re weird, but they don’t think they are but trust me they are, and she moves in with them. What’s so difficult about that?” I said to him as we started watching the fourth episode in season one of New Girl, my favorite show.
“Who moves in with strangers?! That’s dangerous! One of them could be a rapist,” Harry said as he shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
“None of them are rapists, I’ve watched the whole season. Although, Schmidt is a little creepy when it comes to his sex life…and other people’s lives.”
“Whatever you say, Kat. Can I take a shower now? I have 8 hours of filth on me,” Harry grimaced as he looked down at his clothing. He was staying at my place, in the guest room, while he was here. I told him there was no since in him paying for a hotel across town, when he would just be at my place the entire time.
“Yes, you can use my bathroom,” I groaned as I pointed to the appropriate door. “I’m gonna go make cookies!”
“Chocolate chip right?” Harry asked as he walked over to the bathroom door.
“Duh.”
“Will you save me some cookie dough to eat raw?” He asked with an innocent look on his face.
“Course, Harold. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?” I asked him and he smiled at me before going into the bathroom. I skipped into the kitchen and began pulling out all my ingredients; I would need, and started measuring them out before setting them aside. I pulled out the mixer and multiple mixing bowls and then I realized that if I wanted to make some orgasmic cookies, I needed music. I quickly ran out of the living room and towards the hall of the bedrooms, before I turned into my room I collided with what felt like a wall before toppling forward. When I opened my eyes, Harry was beneath me and letting out a very loud groan.
“Oh my god, Kat. That really fucking hurt,” Harry groaned and when I surveyed him more, I realized he only had a towel wrapped around his waist.
“You’re naked!” I screamed and watched Harry wince at how loud I was, before a smug smile overtook his facial features.
“Uh yeah? My stuff is in your guest room? I was lazy,” he said as he, smugly, smirked at me.
“This is really awkward,” I told him, trying to focus my attention on his eyes instead of what little he was wearing.
“Then get off of me…unless you like this?” Harry, cockily, said and, with a roll of my eyes, I got off of him and grabbed my phone that was sitting on my nightstand before brushing past Harry and going back to the kitchen.
“Hurry up and get dressed so you can help me,” I said as I walked past him and back into the kitchen.
About five minutes later, Harry emerged from the hallway wearing a pair of sweatpants and loose fitting white shirt. He looked good in white. No, Kat. Snap out of it. You are not attracted to Harry. So you saw him half-naked, who cares. SNAP OUT OF IT.
“What do you need me to do?” Harry asked as he stood beside me and looked at the mess I had sitting out on the counter.
“You can start mixing the dry ingredients, make sure they’re mixed really well,” I told him as I walked over to the cabinet I kept the pans in. I stood on the tips of my toes as I tried reaching for the cookie pan sitting on the very top shelf. I started to squeal, as my 5’3” stature caused me to come up short. Just as I started to climb on the counter I felt Harry place a hand on my waist before reaching up and grabbing the pan with such ease.
“Here you go, let me help,” he whispered into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Th-thanks,” I stuttered as I went back over to where we had everything set up and began making the dough.
Just as I finished scooping the first batch onto the pan and placed it into the oven, as soon as I turned around I felt something goopy hit my cheek. I lifted my hand up and wiped the substance away before opening my eyes and seeing raw cookie dough on my fingers.
“I swear it was an accident!” Harry said, while dropping the spoon. “I was just going to ask how big we want the cookies to be.”
“That’s a fucking lie,” I told him with a frown set on my face. I walked over to the bowl of raw cookie dough and grabbed a handful before turning to Harry.
“Don’t do it, Kat. I’m being serious, it was an accident. In plus, I just showered,” Harry said while backing away from me. But before he could run away from me I slapped him in the face with the hand that was covered in raw cookie dough. I couldn’t help but laugh as the sticky madness was stuck in his curls and spread across his cheek. In the middle of my laughing spree, I felt a clump hit my plum colored sweater. I immediately gave Harry the death glare.
“You fucked up. This is my favorite sweater,” I told him as I grabbed to handfuls of dough and began chasing him around my home.
“Come back here, Styles!” I yelled as I chased him back into the kitchen. I was just about to grab him when we both slipped and fell, myself ending up on top of Harry, again.
“Who knew dough was so slippery,” Harry said from beneath me, as he smiled. I took both my hands, covered in dough, and ran them through his curls, with a devilish smile on my face. “You’re the devil.”
“Got cha,” I whispered, my lips just mere inches from his. I could feel his breath on my face, the smell of mint intoxicating me. I, inwardly, shook my head before rolling off of him and going to clean my hands.
“Great, now I have to shower again, Kat!” Harry groaned as he stood up and came to wash his hands too.
“You should have thought about the repercussions before flinging this shit on me,” I told him as grimaced as the disgusting dough on my fingers.
“I just wanted to have some fun,” Harry whined and I rolled my eyes while emitting a chuckle at the British boy.
“And fun is what we had,” I told him as I patted his hair, softly as to not get more dough on my hands, before going into my room to change my sweater.
“You aren’t the Chinese food I ordered,” I said as Harry stood in front of me with a smile on his face. He dropped his bag and pulled me in for a hug. “What are you doing here?” I muttered into his shoulder.
“You said you needed a friend, so here’s your friend. Sorry I’m a few days late,” he said into my hair as he lifted me off the ground.
“What if I wasn’t talking about you?” I, smugly, told him as he set me back on the ground and grabbed his bag before following me into my house. I sat on the couch and Harry sat beside me.
“But you were, otherwise you wouldn’t have said ‘in person,’ in your tweet.”
“Okay, you caught me, mophead,” I smiled at him, as I used the first nickname I ever gave him. “You didn’t have to come though.”
“But I wanted to. So here I am, I’m all yours until the 8th,” Harry said while throwing his arms out in front of him, as if he were presenting himself.
“That’s a long time…”
“Oh piss off! We’ve got 8 days to get to know one another more!” Harry said as he playfully hit my arm. I smiled at him before the doorbell rang throughout my home.
“Chinese food!!” I yelled as I stood up, grabbing my wallet, and ran over to the door. I was greeted by a young Asian man, I handed him my money and told him to keep the rest as a tip. I shut the door and walked back into the living room where I placed the two bags on the kitchen table. “You’re lucky; I ordered enough Chinese food to feed a small country.”
“Why did you order so much?” He asked as he helped me place the cartons on the table.
“I was hungry,” I, nonchalantly, told him as I walked over to the fridge and pulled it open. “Want a beer?”
“What kind do you have?” He asked from the table.
“Corona, Blue Moon, Sam Adams annnddddd I had a Budlight but not anymore.”
“Corona, please. Where do you keep the plates?” Harry asked as he opened different cabinets.
“The cabinet by the oven,” I told him as I cut up a lime for our Corona’s and grabbed the salt before carrying them over to the table. Harry grabbed two plates and brought them over as well.
“This is the best Chinese food ever,” I told him as I handed him a napkin and a pair of chopsticks.
“We’ll see about that,” Harry said with a smug smile on his face as he put some noodles on his plate. “Pass the Teriyaki chicken.” I handed him the carton after scooping some on my own plate.
“So, what shall we do while you’re down here?” I asked him as I scooped some noodles on my own plate.
“You could show me the rest of Austin, and you can give me another tattoo.”
“You want another tattoo? What of?” I asked him as I took a sip of my beer.
“A cross, by my thumb,” he told me, around a mouthful of chicken.
“Really? That’s all? I can do that here with my tattoo gun I have at home. I’ll even do it for free.”
“No, no, no. I’ll pay you,” Harry said as he wiped some sauce off his chin, using his tongue. That was cute.
“Harry, it’s fine. The least I charge for tattoos anyways is fifty dollars, and that wouldn’t be worth fifty dollars. So I’ll do it for free,” I told him as I patted his forearm that was resting on the table.
“I’m in the middle of planning a tattoo for my back,” Harry, absentmindedly, said.
“Really?” I asked him and he nodded his head. “Will you be allowing me the pleasure to tattoo that tattoo once you finalize it?” I asked him, a smile on my face.
“If you’re nice,” was all Harry said before we continued eating our food with minimal conversation.
- - - -
“Harry, it’s a simple concept! Her boyfriend, of six years, cheated on her so she automatically has to move out so she turns to craigslist to find a new place. While searching, she finds a loft, currently housing 3 guys, looking for a fourth roommate. She’s weird, they’re weird, but they don’t think they are but trust me they are, and she moves in with them. What’s so difficult about that?” I said to him as we started watching the fourth episode in season one of New Girl, my favorite show.
“Who moves in with strangers?! That’s dangerous! One of them could be a rapist,” Harry said as he shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
“None of them are rapists, I’ve watched the whole season. Although, Schmidt is a little creepy when it comes to his sex life…and other people’s lives.”
“Whatever you say, Kat. Can I take a shower now? I have 8 hours of filth on me,” Harry grimaced as he looked down at his clothing. He was staying at my place, in the guest room, while he was here. I told him there was no since in him paying for a hotel across town, when he would just be at my place the entire time.
“Yes, you can use my bathroom,” I groaned as I pointed to the appropriate door. “I’m gonna go make cookies!”
“Chocolate chip right?” Harry asked as he walked over to the bathroom door.
“Duh.”
“Will you save me some cookie dough to eat raw?” He asked with an innocent look on his face.
“Course, Harold. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?” I asked him and he smiled at me before going into the bathroom. I skipped into the kitchen and began pulling out all my ingredients; I would need, and started measuring them out before setting them aside. I pulled out the mixer and multiple mixing bowls and then I realized that if I wanted to make some orgasmic cookies, I needed music. I quickly ran out of the living room and towards the hall of the bedrooms, before I turned into my room I collided with what felt like a wall before toppling forward. When I opened my eyes, Harry was beneath me and letting out a very loud groan.
“Oh my god, Kat. That really fucking hurt,” Harry groaned and when I surveyed him more, I realized he only had a towel wrapped around his waist.
“You’re naked!” I screamed and watched Harry wince at how loud I was, before a smug smile overtook his facial features.
“Uh yeah? My stuff is in your guest room? I was lazy,” he said as he, smugly, smirked at me.
“This is really awkward,” I told him, trying to focus my attention on his eyes instead of what little he was wearing.
“Then get off of me…unless you like this?” Harry, cockily, said and, with a roll of my eyes, I got off of him and grabbed my phone that was sitting on my nightstand before brushing past Harry and going back to the kitchen.
“Hurry up and get dressed so you can help me,” I said as I walked past him and back into the kitchen.
About five minutes later, Harry emerged from the hallway wearing a pair of sweatpants and loose fitting white shirt. He looked good in white. No, Kat. Snap out of it. You are not attracted to Harry. So you saw him half-naked, who cares. SNAP OUT OF IT.
“What do you need me to do?” Harry asked as he stood beside me and looked at the mess I had sitting out on the counter.
“You can start mixing the dry ingredients, make sure they’re mixed really well,” I told him as I walked over to the cabinet I kept the pans in. I stood on the tips of my toes as I tried reaching for the cookie pan sitting on the very top shelf. I started to squeal, as my 5’3” stature caused me to come up short. Just as I started to climb on the counter I felt Harry place a hand on my waist before reaching up and grabbing the pan with such ease.
“Here you go, let me help,” he whispered into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Th-thanks,” I stuttered as I went back over to where we had everything set up and began making the dough.
Just as I finished scooping the first batch onto the pan and placed it into the oven, as soon as I turned around I felt something goopy hit my cheek. I lifted my hand up and wiped the substance away before opening my eyes and seeing raw cookie dough on my fingers.
“I swear it was an accident!” Harry said, while dropping the spoon. “I was just going to ask how big we want the cookies to be.”
“That’s a fucking lie,” I told him with a frown set on my face. I walked over to the bowl of raw cookie dough and grabbed a handful before turning to Harry.
“Don’t do it, Kat. I’m being serious, it was an accident. In plus, I just showered,” Harry said while backing away from me. But before he could run away from me I slapped him in the face with the hand that was covered in raw cookie dough. I couldn’t help but laugh as the sticky madness was stuck in his curls and spread across his cheek. In the middle of my laughing spree, I felt a clump hit my plum colored sweater. I immediately gave Harry the death glare.
“You fucked up. This is my favorite sweater,” I told him as I grabbed to handfuls of dough and began chasing him around my home.
“Come back here, Styles!” I yelled as I chased him back into the kitchen. I was just about to grab him when we both slipped and fell, myself ending up on top of Harry, again.
“Who knew dough was so slippery,” Harry said from beneath me, as he smiled. I took both my hands, covered in dough, and ran them through his curls, with a devilish smile on my face. “You’re the devil.”
“Got cha,” I whispered, my lips just mere inches from his. I could feel his breath on my face, the smell of mint intoxicating me. I, inwardly, shook my head before rolling off of him and going to clean my hands.
“Great, now I have to shower again, Kat!” Harry groaned as he stood up and came to wash his hands too.
“You should have thought about the repercussions before flinging this shit on me,” I told him as grimaced as the disgusting dough on my fingers.
“I just wanted to have some fun,” Harry whined and I rolled my eyes while emitting a chuckle at the British boy.
“And fun is what we had,” I told him as I patted his hair, softly as to not get more dough on my hands, before going into my room to change my sweater.
Notes
Sorry I haven't updated in a bit. I've spent the last week packing for college and moving to a new state! Tell me what you think!Kat's Outfit
Arrrgggg when are you updating????
6/25/14