(rewritten)
-Harry's POV-
When I wake, I wake to an empty, cold bed. I don't know what I was expecting. I guess I just thought she would still be here. The longer I stare into my reflection the more I marinate in my thoughts. The more I started to feel a kind of hate? for myself.
Did I push her too much? Did I rush her into doing something she didn't want to do. Too many thoughts are bombarding my mind and it's barley even 9am. My chain of thought is suddenly broken by the melodic sound of light giggles coming from somewhere in the apartment. All my previous thoughts of self hate vanish and a huge grin takes the place of my scowl.
Deciding to 'investigate' the laughter, I lazily get out of bed, realizing I'm still naked I quickly walk over to a set of draws and pull out a pair of plain black boxer briefs.
I make my way down the hallway, being sure not to make a sound. The smell of pancakes, eggs, bacon and her siren like voice engulf my senses the closer I get to the kitchen.
"Shh guys be quiet, you might wake him," The familiar voice of Desiree floats through the air.
"Come on Des, just tell us. What's he like? You know personality wise.... In bed wise,"
"Yeah come on Desiree, tell us." I know for a fact she'll be standing there with an embarrassed little smirk on her lips.
There are two unfamiliar voices thrown into the mix and I find myself a little confused at first but decide that If I want Desiree around more, then I should make her feel at home. I find it almost endearing that she's invited her friends over.
I find that I'm more curious to know where this conversation is heading than anything else.
"That's.. That's for me and Harry to know." She hesitates. Obviously debating over sharing the intimate information.
"We're your best friend's. We're practically sisters, you can tell us anything. Who do we have to tell anyway?" The other girl hums in agreement.
Desiree groans, finally deciding to give into their request.
"Okay fine! Harry was.. He was.. He was so gentle, he didn't rush it he just took his time you know? Even after the deed was done, he obviously didn't kick me out and he just cuddled with me all night. I was going to stay in be and wait for him to wake up but someone had to go and spam my damn phone all morning."
I chuckled, deciding now was a good time to make myself known.
"Well you didn't come home last night. We thought you died of something-" The blond one stops mid sentence, watching with wide eyes as I walk in behind Desiree and the brunette.
"What are you-?" Desiree asked with confusion laced through her tone, following her friends train of sight. "Oh." Her eye's grow just as wide as blondies while the brunette turns around and whispers a not-so-subtle "Damn," in Desiree's ear.
"So I suppose you're Harry?" The blond asks, sounding out of breath.
I make my way over to Desiree and sling my arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple in the process.
"That would be me." I smirk down at the girls, flashing a quick wink just to tease them a bit.
The brunette turns and stares Desiree straight in the eyes with a sly smirk on her face.
"Aren't you glad we made you do this?" She stands with her hip popped, hands resting over her chest.
Her eyes bright with a smile now replacing the previous smirk. Desiree bows her head, cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. It's cute.
