Royal Mess || Harry Styles a.u.

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A killer headache and the smell of bacon wakes me. I grunt loudly and roll to my other side. I pull the blanket up to cover my face from the sunlight burning through the window. That's when I pick up the scent of vanilla and mint.

Harry.

I remember going to The Bamboo Lounge with Harry last night to celebrate me landing the lead role in Swan Lake. My massive headache and nausea make me believe that I drank. A lot.

It was probably not the smartest thing to do, but at least I was with someone who I can trust.

Shit.

I quickly sit up and inspect my body.

Thank fuck, I'm clothed. It doesn't smell like sex in here. That's another good sign. I don't know what I would have done if we had slept together last night.

Don't get me wrong. I would love to fuck the shit out of that boy, but not while I'm drunk. He deserves the best and I'm determined to give him just that. Besides, it would really suck if I woke up and didn't remember a thing.

I lie back down on the plush cushions. I take one last deep breath to keep my nasty hangover in check and slowly get up. I'm dressed in Harry's boxers and a plain white t-shirt. I walk out the door and head down to the kitchen, running a hand through my messy hair as I go.

As I enter the kitchen, I spot Harry at the stove flipping an egg.

"Good morning Pretty Boy." I croak.

He spins around and smiles when he sees me leaning against the island.

"Hallo there sleepy head." He chuckles. He turns back and takes the pan off the stove before walking over and taking a seat in front of me.

"How are you feeling? You look much better than you did last night, I have to say." He chuckles. "Here, have some pain killers."

Harry slides a pill bottle and glass of water to me. Looks like he had it ready for me. How cute.

"Thanks bub." I gratefully take two pills from the bottle and swallow them. "What ti-"

"You're not supposed to take them on an empty stomach!" Harry jumps up, flailing his arms like a lunatic.

I grin at him in amusement.

"Calm down. I didn't rob a bank." I chuckle. He huffs and takes his seat again. "I never listen to the instructions anyway. I don't eat breakfast and I never will."

Harry rolls his eyes but then a look of realisation crosses his face followed by a slight blush.

I follow his gaze and notice two plates neatly stacked with bacon, eggs and sausages with a small bowl of fruit next to each.

I sigh, "Oh I'm sorry. Did you make all this for me?"

He frowns, nodding.

"It's fine. It's my fault that I forgot." He shrugs.

"No no. I really am terribly sorry." I walk closer and wrap him up in a tight hug.

"Thank you. For the breakfast and for taking such good care of me. You have no idea how much it means to me." I pull back and press a quick kiss to his cheek before taking a seat.

"You don't have to thank me. I would do anything for you. You are my best friend." He gingerly smiles. "My only friend actually."

My heart cracks a little. Not only did he just friend zone me - again - but I once again realised how under appreciated this boy is.