Lilac || l.s. ✔︎

Chapter thirty-eight

"Harry?" 

The boy tensed up immediately, dainty shoulders taut manifestly before he was turning on his heels, resembling a deer caught in headlights with his wide, alarmed eyes. He snorted a laugh as his eyes roamed around Harry's face that was speckled with flour, messy hair tied up in a disheveled knot at the top of his head. "You aren't supposed to wake up yet!" He merely curled an eyebrow at Harry's hysterical voice, walking further inside the kitchen. "Go back to sleep!" Harry squeaked out again but he barely heeded the perturbed cries as he surveyed the shambolic kitchen counter, two cake tins filled with cake batter were pushed to the back of the counter while a bowl half filled with eggs and milk was placed dangerously close to the edge of the counter.

"What the fuck is this?" He finally muttered out, bleary gaze locking in with the much agitated one of Harry. "Happy birthday?" Harry let out a nervous laugh, thrusting the bowl of what looked like chocolate ganache up to his face. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop the smile threatening to stretch across his lips, pursing his lips in a straight line when Harry deflated all of a sudden, shoulders hunching before he was retracting the bowl, settling it against his chest with his hands gripping the bowl in a vice-like grip. "What's wrong?" He questioned although he had a rough idea of the reason behind the abrupt forlorn frown. 

"Nothing," he curled an eyebrow at the quiet grumble, opening his mouth to protest that it probably wasn't nothing when Harry began speaking again, "you ruined everything by waking up! And now you know I am making pancakes—" 

"Are we having pancakes?" 

"— no! We are not, we are having scrambled eggs for breakfast." Harry deadpanned, placing the bowl of ganache on the kitchen island before he was flouncing out of the kitchen and towards the living room. "Hey, c'mon! Aren't you excited? It's Christmas eve, you can see your shed today." He followed the omega to the living room, stifling a chuckle at the sight of Harry sprawled out on the couch in nothing but his sweatpants and the ridiculous navy blue jumper he seemed to have an obsession with. "No. I haven't had a bath yet! And why did you decide to wake up at bloody six in the morning today? Most days, you don't even get up by eleven and today you are suddenly an early bird?" He breathed out a soft sigh, perching himself on the recliner as Harry blathered off, nodding every once in a while to ensure the omega he was listening to his words. 

There had been a drastic change in Harry's behavior ever since they had arrived home from the diner yesterday. It wasn't just the normal 'I-got-comfortable-with-you-so-I-will-boss-you-around' thing he had experienced before, this one was much more intense and to the extent where he had to help make a nest yesterday night and take out shirts from his closet to contribute to the nest ("Go get your shirts and I'm not taking no for an answer"). 

"— you are not listening to me." He nodded absentmindedly, wincing once he realized his mistake. He watched with a contrite grimace as Harry's face crumpled before a lone tear fell from his left eye. "This is such a disaster already and I don't know why the fuck have I been so emotional lately." Harry sniffled, wiping away the tear with the back of his hand before he stood up, walking out of the living room without so much as a word. He ran a hand through his hair before he went to follow the omega into the kitchen with a soft sigh.  "C'mon, don't be sad. I can pretend I never saw this and I can go back to sleep? So, you can do whatever it is that you were going to do," he offered quietly, leaning against the refrigerator door as Harry whisked what looked like the batter for pancakes.