TREPIDATION // h.s

CHAPTER 27 //

Delilah Allen

I wake up with the biggest grin ever on my face. I feel so excited and I think my heart rate increased just thinking about where I am. In very Harry-like fashion, when I turn over, he is gone. I have to admit that I feel a little disappointed, he isn't still cuddled up next to me in bed right now. I actually can't believe it really happened, I really thought he would've chased me away last night, the man likes his privacy.

After I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I head downstairs. Something smells amazing, cinnamony and sweet. When I walk into the kitchen, Harry is bent down in front of the oven, his chest bare and he is still in his flannel pants of last night. He opens the over-door and pulls out a tray, placing it down on the counter. 

"Mhmm, it smells great in here," I say as I sit down at the island.

He turns around and smiles at me. He grabs the tray, as well as a cup of white sauce, and places it down in front of me. "Cinnabons." He takes the white sauce and drizzles it over the pastries.

"I didn't know you could bake?" 

He takes one off the tray and places it on a plate and hands it to me. "My mum taught me." 

I nod and then I bite into the cinnabon. The delicious flavors fill my mouth. It's crispy on the outside and so soft and warm inside, the sauce compliments it perfectly. I moan softly due to the amazing taste. "Harry this is so good!"

"Yeah, I know." He sits down next to me and also eats one. 

"You didn't have to do all this, thank you," I smile at him. He looks so innocent right now. His eyes are still a little puffy and his hair is messy. His eyes look kind and warm.

"It's your birthday, you deserve it." He gently places his hand on my leg and he rubs his thumb across the skin. He stares into my eyes and his cheeks start to crimson a little. My heart feels like mush when I'm looking at him like this. I can't explain the feeling, it's very unfamiliar.

"I wanna show you something." He takes my hand in his and then he starts walking toward the balcony. He drops my hand and then he walks over to the curtains. He looks back at me before pulling them open.

On the balcony, there is an easel and a few blank canvases leaning on it. On the table, there are sets of brushes and many bottles of paint. I look at him, he has a hopeful look on his face. "What is this?" I ask, stepping out onto the balcony.

"Uhm, it's painting supplies." He crosses his arms.

"Harry, I told you I don't paint anymore." I don't know why but this situation makes me feel very vulnerable and exposed. I don't know why Harry would do this, he knows how I feel about painting.

"Listen I know, okay. But I know deep inside of you, you still love painting, so maybe just give it a go?" He pleads.

I frown and then I shake my head, rejecting him. 

"And you kind of owe me..." He adds, with a grin.

"What?" 

"Well, I did dance with you last night..." He says looking very proud of himself. "...So maybe, you can make an exception too."

I glare at him in disbelief. He really is always one step ahead. He walks over to me and puts his hands on my hips. I turn my head away from him. "Please... for me?" He says into my ear and then he kisses my cheek.

"Fine." I shove him away from me, making him chuckle. I sit down in front of the easel and I sigh. "I can't even remember how to do this." 

I hear his phone ring from behind me. I look back at him as he grabs his phone. "Uh, I need to take this." He accepts the call and then he walks back inside.