You're my Kryptonite | H.S

♪ 38 - Oops, I eavesdropped ♪

Harry's POV

"So your friends been telling me

You been sleeping with my sweater

And that you can't stop missing me

Bet my friends been telling you

I'm not doing much better

Cause I'm missing half of me."

Suddenly, I hear clapping from behind me. When I turn around, I see Mackenzie standing their, arms crossed, a smile playing on her lips.

"Early morning singing," she giggles, walking towards me. "Nice!"

I chuckle, handing her a plate. She looks down at it, her eyes widening when she sees pancakes, with chocolate syrup and blueberries on top.

"Hazza!" she exclaims. "Did you wake up early in the morning just to cook my most favourite breakfast?"

I nod, planting a kiss on her cheek, making her giggle.

We both take our seats on the dinner table and start eating. I must say that I'm an excellent chef, I just hope Mackenzie thinks so as well.

"So ..." I cough. "Do you like your breakfast?"

She puts her fork down and scrunches up her nose. "Nope, it's disgusting, I feel so sick!"

My jaw drops as I stare at her, stumbling towards me. She slips and lands on my lap as I put my arms around her waist.

"Harry!" she groans. "I'm sick, make me feel better!"

"Babe, were those pancakes overcooked?" I stutter. "Too much syrup? Not sweet enough? Or too swe-"

I wasn't able to finish my sentence as Mackenzie plants her lips on mine, giggling as she pulls away.

I frown and stand with her in my arms. "Was you being sick and sitting on my lap just an excuse to kiss me?"

She blushes and buries her head in my chest. "Maybe," she muffled.

"You are such a cunning girl!" I smile.

"I know," she giggles, the sound making my skin tingle. "And it's why ya love me!"

"Definitely true!" I chuckle.

I head towards the lounge and I place her down on to the couch, as I sit down on the couch as well, later on putting her head on my lap, gently stroking her hair.

"Your hair is so soft and fluffy," I blurt, making her put on a confused look. "It's like touching a bunch of clouds in-twined together."

Then, she starts running her hands through my curls. "Please, your hair is way softer than mine! I love your curls especially, please don't cut your hair!"

I let out a low laugh. "Love, you're the first person to ever say that! Even the lads want me to cut my hair!"

"Well," she props herself on to her elbows, staring intently into my eyes. "I don't, so listen to me and don't change. Stay the way you are, because you're perfect!"

"You're perfect as well." I say, stroking her cheek. "Too perfect for me, maybe."

"Lier!" she screams, hitting my face with a pillow.

"Ouch!" I exclaim. "The fuck was that!?"

"Showing you my flaw!" she grins. "Hitting people!"

Smirking, I grab a pillow from behind my back and hit her as well.