Micah walked towards the pantry with Harry right behind. I stood in amazment as shock took over my body. It was obviously some kind of sick joke that someone was playing on me.... but the longer I stared the more reality sunk in. Harry was actually here. He was actually going to be working with me. He was ACTUALLY going to have to talk to me. He was going to see how weird I was. Oh god. I was going to have to act normal while he was at work with me. It would just be easier for me not to talk at all than act normal.
"Harper, what is with you? We need to start working on the red velvet cake! Rosa is waiting on fresh cake!" He sobbed.
"Oh, uh sorry. What do you need me to do?" I said lazily as I tried to pull myself out of this funk I was in. I didn't normally care what people thought of me. Why was I so worked up over some boy? This was so not like me.
" Oi! You did not just ask me that question. Do what you normally do! Go get the flour and the red food coloring. Harry you go with her, she can show you where all of that is while I get the other ingredients." Micah said while throwing his hands in the air. I heard him mumbled something as he walked to the fridge. Probably cursing how stupid I was acting. Harry And I locked eyes as he walked towards me. I dropped my eyes the floor not wanting him to see be blush.
"Hello there, Love. Fancy meeting you here." He said as he smiled at me.
"Oh. Uhm yeah! I never thought that I would see you after I bumped into you today!" I said loudly, Causing Micah to look at me and stick his toung out at me. Harry chuckled as he noticed my overly loud voice.
"I was actually hopeing to see you again." He winked causing me to blush again. I looked into his lively green eyes before turning and walking back to the pantry. Harry walked up and stood right by my side causing me to get goosebumbs as his arm grazed mine. I tired to move away a fraction of an inch hoping he wouldnt notice but when i looked over, there he was looking down at me. I could tell he thought that I didnt want him that close as he took a step back, giving me more room. I handed him the flower and the sugar, while I looked around trying to find the red food coloring. Harry spoke up, "It's up there, Love. Top shelf to the left." I looked up and sure enough, there it was. I stood on my tiptoes trying my hardest to reach it.
"Here, let me help you." Harry said as he reached, accidentally touching my hand in the process. I turned just as Harry's face was above my slightly. He looked down and saw me staring. He grinned showing me his dimples. I nearly fainted. Luckily, Micah made an annoyed sound from the kitchen.
"We better get back before he throws one of his fits." I whispered. Harry nodded and stepped aside allowing me lead him into the kitchen.
"So, I'm Going to go help Rosa up front." I said to Micah.
"All right then. Tell her I said that the cake should be done shortly!" He said as he put the chef hat on. I heard Harry laugh at the sight of Micah in the chef hat.
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On the walk home Micah was pretty quite. I could tell something was up.
"Are you ok? You're not talking, so don't try that, 'I'm fine, I'm just tired is all' because I knkow you're lieing." I said. He just looked at me and then down at his feet.
"Micah, seriously, you're freaking me out!" I stopped walking and grabbed ahold of his arm, making him turn to me.
"Harp. I have a secrete.... I can't tell you. I told him I wouldn't."
"Who is he? You don't have any guy friends?"
"Harry, Harper. Harry told me something but he doesnt want you to know." He said looking back at down at his feet.
"PLEASE, please, please tell me! I won't tell Harry!" I squealed.
"You promise? I also did something I don't want you to be mad about....." He said still looking at his feet.
"Micah, have I seriuously ever been mad at you? And I promise!" I was growing excited.
"Ok, So. Harry asked for your number." He paused. "I didn't give it to him." He paused again, looking up at me.
"That boy. That beautiful boy asked for my number?!" I said, while jumping in a circle around Micah.
"Harper, I told him I was your boyfriend." He said, looking back down at his feet. I stoped jumping and looked at him in disbelief.
"What?" I said laughing. "Micah, you're gay."
" Well I know that! But Harry doesn't." he said. This all wasn't making sence to me.
"Why wouldn't you want Harry to have my number? He is a sexgod. He is perfect. and for whatever reason he has some sort of interest in me!" I said gesturing to all of my body.
"Harper. He is in a band. A world famous band. He is in......One Direction."
"One what? Ok? Why does that matter? It's just a band Micah." I said. Still looking at him confused.
" I just don't want you to get hurt is all, Harper. He isn't the type of boy for you." Micah said, looking deeply into my eyes.
"Ok, Micah. How would you know what kind of guy that is right for me?"
"Harper, he'll be leaving soon to tour the world and he'll leave you behind. And the world will eat you up while he is away. All of those negitive comments about you. You couldn't handle that." He said.
" Micah. I can handle anything. I'm on my own. I have no one besides you and I have done a pretty good job on my own. I have been strong. I am strong. I feel something for Harry. Something that I have never felt for anyone." I said looking at the ground, embarrassed at sharing my emotions.
"Harper, do you really think your parents would be proud of you, if you dated a celebrity?" Micah said, still looking into my eyes. I was slightly taken aback by his comment. He knew how I felt about my parents yet he still brought them up.
"How dare you Micah! You know nothing about my parents or what they would want for me." with that comment I turned and walked away from Micah. I could hear him calling my name but I kept walking.

Notes

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