mitch bake

Just Friends

Harry leaned against the wall, propping himself with his shoulders, his arms crossed. He watched as she stood in the kitchen with Mitch, laughing. She held the bowl in her hand, her other hand mixing the batter. Mitch sat at the table telling her a story, but Harry couldn’t look away from her. 

He wasn’t sure when the feelings appeared, he had known her for a year now. They met through Sarah, Harry already knew the brunette who lived across the hall, but then Sarah’s old high school friends moved in, Y/N. She seemed to get along with everyone, everyone but him. Harry had tried to get to know her, he did. But she  would simply answer the question and walk away, she never seemed interested in what Harry had to say, and that upset him, a lot. 

“What are you guys talking about?” Harry asked, pushing himself off the wall and walking towards the table. 

She hated being the center of attention, she preferred to stand against the wall and watch others. She preferred to take the seat in the back of the classroom, the seat where no one would notice her. The teacher would call out her name she would squeak out a small ‘here’, even that small moment gave her anxiety. She hated having eyes on her, never knowing what the person was thinking. She had attended the school for years now, and some kids didn’t even know who she was. She was the opposite of him, and to this day she still had no idea how he noticed her, how she belonged in his friend group. 

She had seen Harry, he was always there, making her nervous. She didn’t want to sound stupid in front of him, embarrass herself. From the moment she saw him her heart seemed to race, her palms would start to sweat, she just wanted him to notice her, but she didn’t want to step out of her comfort zone. 

He loved having all eyes on him. Harry enjoyed being the center of attention, he loved being the one everyone listened to. He loved making people laugh and smile. In High School, he loved having friends and sneaking out late at night to hang out with them. He was the class clown. He loved playing sports, having people cheer his name on the sidelines. He was used to it, ever since he was little he liked having the attention on him. Harry still didn’t understand how he couldn’t get her attention though, how he couldn’t get her to notice him.

Harry loved hearing her laugh, he loved hearing her stupid jokes. Harry loved hearing her sing to herself when she thought she was alone in the apartment and he would run over to grab something. He loved her singing to the group in the car, music blasting, her legs propped up on the seat, she would toss her head back and yell along with the music. He loved it when she would look at him, but then blush and look away. 

“I was telling Y/N how you slipped in the shower last week,” Mitch stated, making Y/N giggle.

She turned, grabbing a small pan and butter, “so what’s this cake for?” Harry asked. 

“Oh, uh, work,” she mumbled, pouring the batter in the mix. 

“Her office is having a party,” Mitch added. 

Harry loved Mitch, he did, but he just wanted to strangle the long haired man. He hated the fact that Y/N was so comfortable and open around Mitch and not him, he hated how she was open to everyone but him, it’s almost like she disliked Harry. 

“Where did you learn to bake?” Harry asked, pulling the seat back and sitting down. 

“It’s just a box,” she stuttered, opening the oven. 

“I used to work in a bakery maybe I can teach you,” Harry offered, a smile on his lips. 

She doesn’t respond. she’s not sure what to say. But her cheeks are pink. 

“But your shit at baking,” Mitch says. 

Harry shoots him a glare, “’m not,” Harry snapped.

“So Y/N, what are you doing tomorrow? We are all going out,” Harry adds. 

“Sorry I’m busy.”

“Where’s Y/N?” Harry asked, grabbing a chip off the table. 

“She had a date but the guy stood her up,” Sarah stated, rolling her eyes, “what an ass, anyway’s she wanted to be alone so she’s at home.”

“Stood up? Who would do that?” Harry asked.

“Some ass,” Mitch stated as if it were obvious.

Harry slumps back in his seat, “oh my god just go,” Sarah groans, “go talk to her.”

“She hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Sarah rolled her eyes, “she really likes you.”

“She can’t even look at me-”

“She’s a shy person Harry,” Sarah stated, “you make her nervous, she likes you.”

“She’s all you talk about so for the love of God ask her out,” Mitch pleads.

Y/N wraps the blanket around her sniffling. She had waited at the restaurant for three hours but Rick never showed. She was left at the table alone, and had to walk back alone. Her cheeks were pink and puffy and she just wanted to lay in bed and forget it. 

“Sarah?” She called, opening the door to her room and peeking down the hall.

She wipes her eyes, walking down the hall. She stops seeing Harry standing in their living room, “Sarah’s not here,” she whispered.

“I know,” Harry says, he takes off his jacket, placing it on the couch, “that guys an ass.”

“Oh god she told you?” Y/N’s hand comes up to her face, trying to hide from Harry. 

“You didn’t deserve that,” he says.

Y/N looks at her feet, “I’m going to bed,” she says. 

“Sarah says you like me,” Harry says as she turns, making her freeze, “but I think you hate me.”

“Which is a real shame because since the moment I met you I can’t stop thinking about you,” Harry admits, “and I’ve tried getting you to talk to me but you never seem to want to.”

“I don’t hate you,” she whispered.

“So what then? Is Sarah right?” Harry asked her. 

Her fist tighten around the blanket, not daring to look at him. She knew she wasn’t the kind Harry went after, “does it matter?” she asked. 

Harry steps behind her, his hand on her shoulder, “yes,” he whispered, turning her, “I feel like you hate me, and it hurts Y/N.”

“You hardly know me.”

“Because you ignore me! You act as if I’m not even a part of this friend group! It hurts Y/N! I like you, I want to date you, I want to take you out, I want to get to know you, and I hate that you spend your time with Mitch and Sarah and Jason but not me!”

“You like me?” she whispered. 

“Is it that so hard to believe?” He asked. 

“You hardly know me,” she repeats.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to get to know you,” Harry says, his hand reaching up to graze her cheek, cupping it, “give me a chance to get to know you.”

She closes her eyes, enjoying his touch, “okay,” she says, “yeah.”

He bends down, kissing her softly, “you won’t regret this Y/N,” he promises. 

I know this is not my best work but I hope ya’ll enjoyed it. I’ve been posting so much lately so I’m going to tone it down a bit so I can post some better quality work :) My request are always open!