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"Are you just gonna stand there?" Harry asked with a smile, eyeing the cute boy curiously. 
                          
"You have to tell me what to do." Louis answered and bit his lower lip. 
                          
"Whisk this." Harry said and put a bowl in front of him. 
                          
He stared at it.
"Harry? How do you whisk?" He asked with blushed cheeks.
                          
Harry giggled. He fucking giggled! Yeah, okay, that was cute. Louis held his breath when Harry took his hand and showed him how to whisk. His hand was still tingling when Harry let go.
"So why did you?" Harry asked while he poured melted butter into the batch. 
                          
"Did what?" Louis asked preoccupied with this whole whisking thing. 
                          
"Why did you want to go on a date with me?" Harry asked. 
                          
Louis stopped what he was doing and looked at him. 
"Have you looked yourself in a mirror lately?"
                          
"Oh, so you think I'm hot?" Harry grinned. 
                          
Louis rolled his eyes at him and threw some flour in his face. Harry looked surprised before he dipped his finger in the batch and smeared it on Louis's cheek with a smirk. 
"Oh, no you didn't!" Louis hissed. 
                          
He grabbed his spatula with frosting and made sure to smear a fair amount on Harry's nose. He waited for Harry's reaction and screeched when he picked up two eggs.
"Noooo! Please don't Harry!" 
                          
He couldn't help but giggle as he ran around the kitchen island to get away. Harry laughed and put the eggs down again. 
"Okay, I won't. Just because you were so polite about it. Peace?"
                          
"Peace!" Louis grinned. 
                          
They wiped their faces on a kitchen towel and continued with the baking. They put the cupcakes in the oven and while they waited for them to get ready Harry started to small talk. The conversation ran smoothly and they discussed everything from favorite classes in school (Louis was surprised to find out that Harry loved music class as much as he did) to annoying sisters. 
                          
Harry took the cupcakes out of the oven when they were done and they let them cool for a while before Harry showed him how to decorate them. 
                          
Louis had a really great time. That wasn't something he had expected. He was surprised that Harry hadn't tried to make a move on him considering the reputation he had. 
                          
They sat down at a table up front and Harry got them some sodas. Soon they were munching on the cupcakes.
"These are great." Louis grinned.
                          
"Now you know how to make them." Harry smiled. 
                          
"Not really. I can't believe you work at a bakery." Louis said and took another bite of the cupcake.
                          
"Why is that so hard to believe?" Harry asked.
                          
Louis blushed.
"Ehm, you know, you have a certain image."
                          
"So what? Now your little fantasy of hooking up with the school's bad boy is destroyed?" Harry asked with furrowed eyebrows. 
                          
Louis's eyes grew wide. 
"What? I don't have fantasies, and absolutely not those kinds." 
                          
"Everybody has fantasies, Louis. I'm gonna make you tell me all of yours with time." Harry smirked and winked.
                          
Louis blushed and didn't know what to answer really. He stuffed his mouth full with cupcake instead. Then he got to think about something.
"Does this mean that you wanna go on a second date with me?"
                          
Harry chuckled.
"I guess. Are you up for it?"
                          
"Yeah! What about a movie on Tuesday?" Louis asked and swallowed the cupcake down.
                          
"It's a date!" Harry smirked.
                          
They cleaned up the mess they had made in the kitchen before Harry took Louis home on the motorcycle. Louis wondered if this would be when Harry would try and kiss him and held his breath when Harry leaned in, but he just gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before he said goodbye and drove off. So far dating Harry was nothing like he had imagined it to be.
                          
He facetimed Niall and Liam as soon as he came inside his room. 
"So, how was it?" Niall immediately asked.
                          
"It was...a great date." Louis answered.
                          
"It was?" Liam asked, sounding surprised.
                          
"Where did he take you? Mudwrestling? The morgue?" Niall asked. 
                          
"No. He took me to a bakery he works at and taught me how to make cupcakes." Louis informed them.
                          
Both Niall and Liam didn't say a word at first.
"Harry Styles works at a bakery?" Liam finally questioned.
                          
"He can bake?" Niall asked.
                          
They both sounded equally shocked. 
"Yeah, it took me by surprise as well." Louis chuckled.
                          
"Did he at least make a move on you?" Niall asked.
                          
"No, he just gave me a kiss on the cheek before he drove off." Louis replied.
                          
"Huh." Niall said dumbfounded.
                          
"Did you get him to agree to a second date?" Liam asked. 
                          
"Yeah, he actually suggested it himself, kind of." Louis replied.
                          
"Huh." Niall said dumbfounded. 
                          
"I actually had a great time." Louis confessed and bit his lower lip.
                          
"Huh." Niall said dumbfounded.
                          
"I knew it. You better start getting used to calling us masters. You're so losing this bet." Liam smirked. 
                          
"Am not!" Louis huffed.
                          
They hung up and Louis went downstairs to hang out with his family. They watched a movie together but Louis's mind was elsewhere. Harry had been nice and sweet. The question was if it was an act? Some kind of scheme to get into his pants? The fact that he hadn't even tried to kiss him made him confused and what was up with the second date? Harry Styles didn't date. Countless girls in school had tried and failed. What was his end game?
                          
Louis went to bed with the same thoughts running around in his head. When he woke up on Sunday morning Harry was the first thought that crossed his mind. One date and the boy was already driving him crazy. That wasn't good. Harry Styles was a mystery. He found himself intrigued. He wanted to get to know him to find out what kind of person he really was.