Arabella's POV
Saturday afternoon

After breakfast, Harry and I came straight back upstairs and have just been chilling in my room talking in my chill area, which was nice as it helped me get to know him more.

The small things, like how his favorite artist is Stevie nicks and how the first song he knew all the words to was 'The Girl Of My Best Friend' by Elvis Presley.

"So favorite song?" I asked him, facing him with a cushion between my crossed legs.

We're just spending time with eachother, enjoying each others company and asking each other different questions, which I'm surprisingly so comfortable with, rather than closed off and nervous.

"Mmh, Favourite song of all time definitely has to be 'Free Falling' by John Mayer oh or also 'Shine On You Crazy Diamond' by Pink Floyd. How about you?" He says grinning.

"I don't know if I have a favorite song per say', but if I had to choose, I'd definitely go with put your head on my shoulder, by Paul Anka."

"Ahh the classic."

"Yeah I'm all for classics."

"Okay, What are you thinking about doing after school?"

"Well I have an audition for a ballet school coming up eventually. So hopefully I'll get accepted into the school, I'd love to dance.״ I say smiling "What about you?"

"I'm thinking of pursuing law, but I'm just not too sure yet. I am studying for it, but things change." He says and I nod.

"Okay um, favorite thing to do, or like a hobby?" I ask him.

"Well I know yours is dancing, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?" He says back to me.

"Asking me my question first now?." I say giggling. "Well in that case, besides dancing, I'd say art." I say shrugging.

"You any good?" He smirks

"I dabble." I say, getting up to grab my sketch book, before walking back and handing it to him.

"Okay this is insane." He says, flipping through the book, causing me to smile. "And just when I thought you could never get any more perfect." I heard him whisper, causing me to blush and lean forward to place a kiss on his cheek.

"How about you Styles?" I say, referring to my question. "Besides sports, and singing, which you definitely need to do for me more often." I say shifting around to lie down with my head on his lap.

"Well besides those two, I'd probably have to go with baking and cooking." He says smiling down at me. 

"No ways really?" I said smiling back up at him as he nods. "I'm impressed." I say, causing him do chuckle.

We sit there in a comfortable silence for a bit, before I sit up rapidly as an idea pops into my head.

"Cupcakes." I say, causing him to jump slightly due to my sudden movements.

"Mmh, what's that love ?" He asks, resting his head back against the board.

"Oh Mr Chef, you should know, it's the small little cake, with pretty icing on top." I say grinning like a two year old, causing him to chuckle.

"Oh baby, I know what cupcakes are, I was referring to your sudden outburst about cupcakes." He says chuckling once again towards the end of his sentence.

"My bad, I didn't mean to give you a fright, but as I was saying since you can bake, and I can't, can we make cupcakes." I say looking into his eyes. "Pleaaasssee."

"You know sometimes you make me concerned about the fact that I may be dating a child." He says as I get up and hold my hands out.

"Oh you are, but come on, let's go bake some cupcakes." I say pulling him up and walking downstairs into the kitchen with him.

I helped get all the ingredients and and the oven trays we were going to need. After that, I moved around to the counter and sat on the high chair behind the counter, watching Harry already start preparing the ingredients in the correct portions.

"Baby, do you wanna come over here and help me?" He says, snapping me out of my staring.

I smile nodding at him, before getting of the high chair and walking around the island to the other side.

"You know that I'm shocking at baking?" I say looking up at him fiddling with my hands, when he just smiles at me.

"Well then it's good that one of us knows how to, right?"

"Okay so Mr Chef, what do you need me to do?" I say smiling at him.

"You can measure the four cups of flour and put it into..." he says looking around before grabbing a bowl and passing it to me. "This bowl."

I nod and take the bowl from him before walking to the other counter where the flour was. The bag was placed on the counter, and the top of it was a bit taller than me, because my mom does a lot of baking, and by that I mean a lot, so they just buy the largest bags, but nothing I couldn't handle, right?

I grabbed the measuring cup and stood on my tippy toes, before tilting and reaching down into the packet and placing the first cup of flour into the bowl.

It definitely seemed easy enough as I continued with the second and third measurement, and I was happy to say I could have been a professional baker up until now, if the flour packet wasn't so tall.

Leave it to me, to loose my balance, falling right onto the floor, and cause the entire bag of flour to topple over onto its side and spill onto me.

The loud noise must have gotten Harry's attention, because suddenly the bag was set up right once again and the flour stopped pouring over my head. I sighed loudly with my eyes closed, trying to prevent any flour going into them, when I hear a deep chuckle. I take my hands and wipe over my eyes, clearing my view to see Harry leaning down in front of me, still laughing.

"Baby are you okay?" He asked standing up and holding out his hand, to help me stand up.

"Mmmh the packet was way too tall for me, but hey, I at least measured the 3 cups of flour." I say pointing to the bowl proudly.

"So when you said you couldn't bake, you really meant it?" He says smirking. I playfully hit his arm, causing him to laugh and hold his arms up in surrender. "Okay okay."
He says causing me to giggle.

"You've got a bit of something right..." he says, before gently dragging his thumb over my lips, clearing away the flour. He gently Leaned down placing a soft kiss over my lips, causing a smile to break out on my face.

"Mmmh you do too baby." I say before taking my hands and putting them on his cheeks, leaving two hand prints of flour on either side of his cheeks. I just look up at him and giggle.

"I should know you're up to no good when you call me baby." He says causing my to laugh.

"Okay love, go get yourself cleaned up, I've got this." He says.

"Are you sure?" I ask causing him to nod. I stand up on my tippy toes, placing a kiss on his lips before walking out of the kitchen to go shower.

Talk about trying to get flour out of  wet hair. You don't even want to know what a mission that's going to be.

Harry's POV

"The things this girl is doing to me."