Lover (H.S)

Chapter 3: Sunday

Sunday was really rough. Cornelia came over fairly early with her laptop, so they could continue with their research. Of course, Harry was really, really hungover. Since the previous day had been Saturday, Niall had dragged him out to a party. Both of them had gotten really drunk, and hence Harry was sporting a killer headache on Sunday morning. Usually, on hungover mornings, the first thing he did was take aspirin. Then if he felt up to it, he made a decent breakfast, which Niall tried to help with. Everything else on the schedule was after aspirin and breakfast.

But today, he woke up to repetitive knocks on the door. Repetitive, loud knocks. He pulled himself out of bed with great difficulty and downed two aspirins before walking over to the door. While he was making his way to the door, Niall yelled out, "For fuck's sake, Harry. Make the noise stop!"

Harry muttered, "I'm trying." He then finally got to the door and swung it open. And of course, it was Cornelia. Cornelia fucking Brooks, with her pretty hair in a ponytail and her face completely devoid of any makeup. Her grey eyes looked impatient. She pushed Harry aside and barged into his flat, putting her laptop bag onto the dining table. She grumbled, "Can you please put on a shirt?"

Harry gaped at her in annoyance, "Excuse me? Do you fucking know what time it is?" Cornelia blinked, "It's eight in the morning." Harry huffed, "Exactly! It's fucking eight on a Sunday morning. You can't just show up to people's houses so early without announcing it first."

Cornelia looked down, biting her lip, "Well, I emailed you. And I assumed you saw it..."

Harry scoffed, "Of course you thought that. Because everything has to go according to you at all times."

Cornelia looked stricken at that. She flushed, "Um. Sorry. I'll come back later. It's fine."

Aw, heck. Now Harry felt bad for kind of being rude to her. He sighed, "Stop. It's okay. Sorry, I'm just really hungover. Niall and I went to a party yesterday and yeah."

Cornelia scoffed lightly, "Of course you went to a party yesterday. Typical college guy, aren't you?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Whatever. I'll be right out after I shower. Stay put."

Cornelia asked, "Can I play some music?"

Harry looked over at Niall's bedroom door before responding, "Oh, I guess so. Niall is sleeping, however, so you might want to keep the volume down."

Cornelia just nodded at him as he went back into his room. He took his sweet time brushing his teeth and taking a shower. Then he comfortably got dressed before walking back out. Niall was awake by now as well, and he was sitting at the dining table with Cornelia. He two of them were sort of talking. Niall was hungover but Cornelia was teasing him and laughing, which in turn made him smile as well.

Harry felt a surprising twinge of jealousy in his gut. Which was uncalled for. He had no business feeling jealous over anything Cornelia did. He just... Wished that she talked to him how she talks to Niall. She actually laughs and smiles in his presence. Harry sighed to himself, for different reasons this time; Cornelia really didn't like him.

Harry pushed aside all these weird thoughts aside, as he walked to the kitchen area. He turned to Niall, "Pancakes?" Niall groaned in response, "Yes, please. Your pancakes sound like heaven right now."

Cornelia looked at Harry, "You're going to make pancakes?"

Harry scoffed, "Well, yeah. We need breakfast. Not all of us wake up early and eat breakfast at the crack of dawn like you, you know."

Cornelia mumbled, "I don't wake up at the crack of the dawn. And I don't usually eat breakfast."

Oh? Harry looked at her suspiciously, "Would you like to eat breakfast with us, Cornelia?"