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"Okay, toppings..." Harry clears his throat, looking down at his phone. "Spinach?"
"Yes." I nod.
"Olives?"
"No." I shake my head.
"Mushrooms?"
"No thank you."
"Onions?"
"The breath is a no from me." I cringed at the thought of kissing Harry with bad breath.
"Such a picky eater," Harry says, shaking his head in disapproval.
"You can put whatever you please on the pizza," I tell him with a shrug. "I can just pick it off."
"We both agreed that we're making dinner for each other, so I'm making it to your liking," he says, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration as his eyes flick back and forth, reading his phone screen. "Besides, we're making a veggie pizza for me anyways."
"I don't know why we didn't just do this in California," I tell him with a shake of my head. "Sometimes I forget the difference between vegan and vegetarian."
"Pescatarian," he corrects me, looking up from his phone to shoot me a stern glare.
"Sorry, pescatarian," I say but am immediately confused. "Wait, what's the difference between vegetarian and pescatarian?"
"A pescatarian is a person who doesn't eat meat but eats fish," he says.
"So it's a way of cheating vegetarianism?" I raise an eyebrow as if to accuse him.
"I don't cheat," he says in a serious tone, tilting his phone screen away from his view in order to give me a harsh stare. My heart sank to my stomach at the look he gave me, but was relieved once he cracked a smile, returning his attention to the phone in his hands. "Spinach it is, then," he says simply.
He stares down intently, fiddling with his bottom lip, tapping on his screen every so often. And after a few minutes of doing so, he sets his phone down on the table, flashing me a cheeky grin.
"It's ordered," he says.
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Of course, the groceries eventually came. As much as I hate going to the store at times, I would hate it even more if I could never go to the store.
I just hope that never happens.
"Cheese?" Harry asks, turning around to face me. I was leaning against the wall, watching fondly from behind as he made a pizza.
"Lots," I say in an exaggerated tone. Harry nods his head, chuckling as he grabs a large handful of cheese, sprinkling it over the sauce-covered pizza.
"I see you like your pizza how you like your men," he says, turning his head every so often as he speaks. I furrow my eyebrows together in confusion.
"Huh?"
"Cheesy." He turns halfway around to face me, flashing me a...well, cheesy grin.
Although the joke wasn't really that funny, I couldn't help but laugh. Harry always has the corniest jokes, but they almost always never fail to make me laugh.
After spreading the cheese over the entirety of the pizza, Harry dusts his hands off by swiping them together. He moves across the kitchen to the fridge, in which he opens.
As he searches the shelves for whatever it happened to be he was looking for, my phone begins to ring from where it was tucked away inside the back pocket of my jeans. I quickly pull it out to answer it, but held my breath once I saw the caller ID.
Noah.
Without hesitation, I click the phone's off button to silence the call, tucking it back into my pocket. I had no intention of returning his call either.
I pushed myself up off the wall I leaned against before making my way over to Harry, who had returned to the counter with the newly bought package of spinach.
"Not an important call, I take it?" Harry assumes, opening up the package of spinach.
"Absolutely not." I shake my head vigorously. Harry chuckles at my response, grabbing a handful of spinach with his fingers before spreading it over the circular area of the pizza.
I rest my elbows on the counter near the edge, resting my head in my hands. I watch Harry affectionately before my phone begins to ring in my pocket once again.
"You sure?" Harry asks, raising an eyebrow as he returns the package of spinach to the refrigerator.
I let out a sigh of annoyance as I push myself up off the counter to stand up straight, pulling my phone out of my back pocket once again.
Noah again.
"No," I grumble angrily, clicking the decline button and tossing my phone onto the counter in front of me.
"What is it?" Harry asks, returning from his adventure to the fridge.
"Noah keeps fucking calling me." I roll my eyes, insanely irritated.
"Just tell him to stop," he suggests as if I haven't already thought of that.
"But that's the thing...it doesn't work like that. I mean, earlier he was blowing up my phone and I told him to stop," I catch Harry up on all the drama with Noah, even though he was standing next to me as everything was going on. "I'm not entirely sure why, but I really thought he would...but now he just keeps calling me. A-And it's even worse because he knows I'm in London with you."
"Wait hold on," Harry says just as I finished my sentence. "He knows you're in London?"
"Yeah."
"With me?" He says, traces of fear very obvious in his eyes.
"Yeah," I repeat myself, letting out a scoff of annoyance.
"L, I really hate to say it, but I think it would be best if you block him," Harry says, a worried look on his face. "This is not me being jealous or whatever, because, well quite frankly, I don't think I have much to worry about with this guy. I'm really just trying to keep you safe, and the fact that he knows that you're in London is just...scary."
"You're right." I sigh. "But the last time I blocked him, he got a new number to text me from. I mean, what if he does the same thing again?"
"Then you'll have to get a new number." He shrugs. "But I don't want some psycho stalking you 24/7. I don't want anything to ever happen to you, and if I need to get extra security, just for you, I will. All you need to do is say you feel unsafe and I can make a few phone calls."
"Harry, you don't need to do that." I reach over to place my hand on his forearm. Not yet, at least.
"If you change your mind, let me know," he says, his voice firm and serious. He reaches down to pick up the pizza stone that held the uncooked pizza, before holding it up like a waitor. "Let's get this in the oven so we can eat, yeah?"
"Yeah." I shake my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts.
This whole thing with Noah was worrying me. I mean, in today's day and age, it's so easy to find out where celebrities live. And I wouldn't be surprised if Harry's address has already been leaked, which might explain the vast amount of security devices around the exterior of his home.
I would just hate for anything to happen. It would be my fault, and I would take full blame for it.
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The pizza was good. Very good, actually. Maybe even some of the best I've ever had...but I would never admit that to Harry. After all, I wanted to win the competition and I wouldn't want him to get a big head.
"What did you discuss in your meeting this morning?" I ask to break the silence and make small talk. I rest my elbows on the edge of the table, tapping the pads of my fingertips against the table.
Harry lets out a single chuckle as he swallows his bite of pizza. Whatever the answer was must've been so funny he had to tell me, because he immediately turned to face me.
"I know how much you hate answering questions too far in advance," he says, desperately trying to hide his smile, "and you're definitely going to hate me for this one but, it's very important. And Jeff told me to ask you, so now I'm obligated to."
He clears his throat in order to cover up his laugh.
"What are you planning to be for Halloween?"
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