Ours - A Harry Styles Fan Fic

Chapter Eight

                Kayla awoke that morning to an empty bed and the smell of coffee and eggs. She loved waking up and smelling Harry cooking for her. She rolled out of bed and realizing she was still naked, found her underwear and put on one of Harry’s shirts that were one the floor. She figured it was good enough, since it was only Harry in the house and he had seen far more of her last night.                  

                  She walked tiredly into Harry’s bathroom and wiped some of the smudged eye liner from under her eyes. She ran Harry’s hair brush through her hair and then searched for the tooth brush she kept there and brushed her teeth quickly before going downstairs to greet Harry.

                  She found him standing in front of the stove, with his back to her, pushing scrambled eggs around the pan. Kayla smiled to herself while admiring him. He stood there in only his boxers. His biceps were flexing with each movement of the spatula, his curls were a beautiful mess atop his head, and his muscles strained under his skin every time his torso moved.

                  Harry turned around & his eyes immediately found hers, & a wide smile spread across his face.

                  “Good morning, lovely!” He was still smiling as he reached his arms out, inviting Kayla into a good morning hug. She smiled back at him as she moved into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck and hugging him close. It was like all the raw emotion from the night before had come back into the hug and Kayla buried herself deeper into Harry’s arms.

                  “I’m glad last night happened,” he whispered in her ear, still not releasing her from his embrace.

                  “I’m glad it did too,” Kayla replied, running her finger nails along his bare back before pulling away and taking her usual spot at the breakfast table. Five minutes later Harry was done with the eggs and had already made toast. He brought a plate of both over to Kayla along with a cup of coffee, before turning around and grabbing the same for himself. He sat across from her, like he did every morning she was there, and continued to smile to himself while they ate in comfortable silence.

                  He still couldn’t believe that last night had happened, like it was still too good to be true. He couldn’t put the love and passion he had for Kayla into words and he was happy that instead of trying his best to articulate it all the time, he was finally able to show her. She was able to feel Harry’s feelings for her, and Harry was able to feel Kayla’s feelings for him. He knew that when he had looked down into her eyes last night that she felt the same. The love in her eyes was immense, he could literally see it. All he could think to himself in that instant was that he was so glad that he has spoken to the gorgeous, quiet girl from English class on that first day of school. She went from a pretty stranger to meaning everything to him in a short amount of time. Harry was snapped out of his thoughts when Kayla spoke.

                  “What’re you staring at me for?” She was looking down at her toast and blushing. Harry loved when she got shy.

                  “I’m just admiring you, love,” he reached across the table and tilted her chin up. “Because you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I can’t help but stare.”

                  “Oh stop…” she blushed an even deeper shade of crimson.

                  “But it’s true, babe. You’re beautiful and I love you more than anything in the world.”

                  “I know,” she replied in almost a whisper. She knew because she had felt it last night and she would always know. Kayla’s eyes locked with Harry’s and they stared at each other for a little while before they both got up from their chairs, reading each other’s minds, and stepped together, kissing hard. Harry pulled back from the kiss and before Kayla could realize what was happening, Harry had picked her up bridal style and was carrying her back to his room.