Eighteen {Harry styles fanfiction}

chapter 4

*Authors Note- THAT COVERED BUTT;) that's an inside joke.. I'm writing with Lydia next to me right now... hey:)))) anyway, I hope you are enjoying this fanfic so far. hope I'm not rushing too much!
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LYDIAS POV
My eyes gently fluttered open, vision blurry. I sat up and stretched my arms out. I looked down at the right side of my bed, the crinkled imprint of a once-present body evident there. Then I remembered that Harry and I had been watching Love Actually last night.

When did he leave?

He could have easily left in the night and walked home. But the sheets showed evidence that he hadn't gotten up that long ago.

He hadn't slept with me, had he?

It was then that the aroma of banana and pancakes and mornings floated into my room.

Mom must be making breakfast.

I got up out of my bed and rubbed the remaining sleep out of my eyes. I walked down the stairs into the kitchen. I was about to say "good morning mum!" when I realized my mum wasn't cooking breakfast.

It was Harry.

"Harry? What are you...are you making breakfast?"

"Oh good morning Lydia! I didn't hear you come downstairs..." he said surprised, dimpled smile beaming brighter than the morning sun. Harry had really outdone himself. He had made a pretty heaping pile of banana pancakes, bacon sizzling, freshly cooked. He had already poured two large cups of orange juice for us.

"How did you get all this stuff? I don't think I had any pancake mix in my cupboard and I'm positive my mum hasn't been to the store to pick up orange juice yet."

I was completely surprised that Harry had woken up to put all this together for me still, and that was all I could think to say to him at the time.

"Well, while you were asleep I took a quick drive down to the grocery store and picked up some stuff. I figured it would be a nice thing to wake up to."

"It is a pleasant surprise," I blushed, " you're the best best friend ever."

I don't know what it was about it, but as soon as I said those words, the mood of the atmosphere completely changed.

I felt my smile disintegrate, just a fraction, barely noticeable, but disintegrate all the same as soon as I let those words fumble past my lips. More importantly, though, I noticed something change about Harry.

Best friend.

As soon as that sequence of wavelengths reached his ears, I noticed his radiant face grow a little paler, his bright green eyes grow a little dimmer, his vibrant smile fade-like an old painting-when he heard those words. They say eyes are the window to the soul, and as I peered in it was like watching a part of his lively spirit die at the sound of those words.

But it couldn't be... Why would that be?

We stood there for a few seconds exchanging glances, looking at each other as if we were strangers. We knew everything about each other.

But we didn't.

Harry came up behind me, breaking the tension by embracing me from behind. He was so big, tall, and muscular. I was so small compared to him, but I liked that. I wasn't in any danger-I was in my kitchen with Harry- but his arms were the safest place for me. I practically became invisible in his arms, it was like I dissolved into him, molded to become part of him. I wasn't in danger, but he made me feel secure. He made me feel protected. We just stood there for a while, me lost in his arms.

Then he did something unexpected.

He took me by the waist, his big hands securely gripped at my hips, and gave me a strong, forceful, controlling, 180 degree spin before planting his warm, soft lips on my forehead. It felt like sparks were burning me with his touch. I didn't have butterflies in my stomach, it was the whole zoo. In all our years of friendship, Harry had never kissed me. Although it was only a short touch, a half-second kiss, it triggered a twister of thoughts in my mind.

Just friends.

A little more?

Just friends.

A little more?

Just friends.

He took my hand, giving me an escort to my seat for breakfast. He pulled out my chair for me to sit and set a plate of two banana pancakes and a side of bacon in front of me. He brought me my glass of orange juice, too, before grabbing his own breakfast and taking a seat next to me.

"Really, Harry, thank you so much for this. You didn't have to do all of this for me..."

"But yes I did," he interrupted quickly with his classic side smirk painted once again, lively on his face, "now shut up and eat your breakfast. We can talk about how awesome I am later, our food's going to get cold if we don't start eating soon!"

I laughed at him and with that we started eating our breakfast in silence.

We ate our breakfast in silence, but my mind was loud.

He has a girlfriend

Just friends.

He kissed you.

Friends kiss.

No they don't...

It was only on the forehead.

Why'd you feel sparks?

He slept with you too...

So?

He has a girlfriend..

Just friends.

This whirlwind of confusion spiraling through me like a wicked storm was interrupted when the doorbell rang.