West 76th Street - H.S

Chapter 11.

A/N: I have come to the easy conclusion I am so obsessed with Cadence and Harry... Literally I am in love with them. There's nothing else to say, this chapter speaks for itself.

CADENCE:

I stretch my arms, and then I stretch my legs, and then I sigh, my body still pressed into Harry's bed that feels like a cloud. I stare up at the ceiling, sun is pouring into the room, and I have no idea what time it is. I do know that I love Harry's friend. I also know that I'm comfortable in this, with Harry, here in his apartment. I like it, waking up here. I really like it, and I also like knowing that Harry likes having me here. I like that he knows how I take my coffee in the morning, and that I have a closet full of clothes that I didn't buy in an apartment I don't own. I like my life right now, and I really... Really like Harry.

"Good morning doll." I look up, and I see Harry walking into the room. Considering he's such an early riser I'm not surprised he looks awake. I watch him come in with not one but two coffee cups in hand, and as soon as he approaches me he passes one to me, crisp clean white coffee cups. He's only wearing sweatpants right now. His stomach bare, and his tattoos beautifully drawn over his entire body. God I love his tattoos. I take the cup, and take a sip, feeling the bed dip down as he sits right near me.

"Good morning.. Thank you for the coffee." I sip again, and set the coffee down next to me. "How did you know I was awake?" I ask.

"Unless we're supposed to be up you normally aren't up until around 10:45.. It's like clockwork..." He tells me, and I like that too. He knows me, my body, my mind. He's taken the last few weeks, and he's studied me. Learned me.. He wanted to, and I like that.

"Should I be worried that you know my sleep schedule?" I ask him.

"No, you should be flattered. I normally don't take the time out of my day to learn other people's sleep schedules." He tells me, looking at me with the softest smirk on his lips. I smile over the rim of my coffee cup as I bring it to my lips once more. "How are you feeling?" He asks, and I furrow my brows.

"In what context?" I ask.

"In general.. And about Key. I didn't really have the chance to talk to you about it last night." He tells me, and I laugh.

"You did have the chance, you just chose not to take it." I correct him.

"Yes I chose to take your clothes off and fuck you instead, pardon me... Now answer the question doll." He smiles as he touches his fingers to my exposed legs, drawing up and down my soft skin.

"I feel great.. And I really like Key. I think he's charming and funny, and do you want honesty?" I ask, and Harry narrows his eyes.

"I think I do.. I might regret it though." He nods his head for me to continue and I smirk.

"He's incredibly sexy too, obviously you already agree on that." I tell him, and Harry rolls his eyes.

"The only thing attractive about Key is his physical appearance. He has no charm, or class, he's just a big asshole with a soft spot for beautiful women." He tells me, and I smirk.

"And I appreciate his soft spot because that would include me... Either way, I like him.. I feel like he definitely likes me too." I tell Harry, and he nods.

"He does. He says you're a persuasive type.. He told me if you asked him for anything he'd do it, and I said I felt the same way... You have that thing about you, but I assume you already know that. He also said you were far too good to be with me." He tells me, and I nod, looking right into his eyes.

"And what do you think? Do you think I'm too good for you Harry?" I ask, and he smirks. A lazy grin is resting on his face, his dimple barely visible but still there. He's looking down at his hands right now as he sits next to me, smiling because whatever is rolling through his mind is just that sweet.