Across the Hall

Chapter 17: Unresolved Problems

I woke up with arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled when I saw Harry's tattoos. I untangled our legs and his grasp on me and got up. I was still in his flannel from last night. I smiled at the memory.

I padded into the kitchen, making sure not to wake him up. I decided I was going to make him breakfast like he did the first night I slept over here.

I put water in his tea kettle to start boiling. Then I started buttering the pan for eggs. I decided on bacon and eggs and coffee since it was the easiest.

After I finished the eggs I cooked the bacon. I poured the hot water into his French Press to make his coffee. I poured in the ground coffee and let it sit for awhile. The bacon was done and I patted it down so not as much grease was on it.

I pushed down on the French Press so it would filter out all the coffee grinds that didn't brew with the water. I poured it into two mugs and added sugar to each. Both Harry and I only liked sugar in our coffees.

Both plates were done so I looked around for a breakfast tray. I found one under the counter next to the fridge, I put his plate on it and wrote him a little note on a napkin.

I carried the tray to his room and sat down next to him. The dip in the bed caused him to stretch out and open his eyes. A wide grin spreaded across his face as he saw me sitting there.

"Hey love," he spoke in a raspy, slow voice. I smiled and leaned over to kiss him.

"That's one way to wake up," he replied.

I laughed and grabbed his food tray to hand to him.

Harry's P.O.V.

She made me breakfast. She made me a fucking breakfast. God I loved her.

"I love you," I said simply. She said I wasn't allowed to fall in love with her, but loving her is different.

"I think I love you too, Harry," she said, getting tears in her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her on top of me.

She laughed and kissed me as I laughed as well. It wasn't even a kiss it was our lips touching as we laughed but it was fucking perfect. She's fucking perfect.

"Annabelle, what the hell have you done to me," I said into her hair.

"I don't know, but I'm just as lost," she mumbled as I kissed her nose. I think that has become one of our things. Me kissing her nose I mean.

"Eat your breakfast it will get cold," she scolded as she flipped her hair. The sun was shining and made the ends of her hair look like gold. I looked at the plate she made. Eggs, bacon, and coffee.

She knows me.

I ate most of it within two minutes. I looked up as she took her third bite of the egg. I had already finished both my eggs and was halfway done with the bacon. She laughed at me and called me a caveman.

"I may be a caveman, but you love me," I teased her. I honestly just liked hearing that our love wasn't one-sided.

Annabelle Lee Robinson loves me.

"Why do you always stare at me and just go dead?" She laughed, waving her hand in my face.

"Well look, I know you and I aren't about poems or other sentimental bullshit, but I have to tell you, even the way you drink coffee knocks me the fuck out."

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Annabelle's P.O.V.

We spent the rest of the morning, relishing in each other's company, telling jokes, and making out.