"Look into his angel eyes,
One look and you're hypnotized..."
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It had been a few days since the morning Harry had cried to me on the balcony. He hadn't mentioned i and I hadn't asked. I figured it was just one of those things that should be left unspoken.
After we had went back to bed, he had pretty much slept the whole day. He laid across my body, his arms wrapped around my middle, his head on my stomach. I sat there awake, running my hands through his hair, alone with my own thoughts.
I was worried about him and about what he had said. He had obviously been holding things in for a very long time. I just didn't want him to hurt himself trying to take care of me.
When he had finally woken up, he seemed totally fine. It was like none of it had never happened. I wasn't exactly sure what to do at first. I didn't know if it was something I should address, but I ultimately decided it probably wasn't a good thing to bring up. He would come to me if he needed.
The rest of the evening was filled with us lounging around the house, doing a lot of nothing. He still seemed a little off, but he was hiding it well.
The morning after I woke up to the smell of fresh cooked bacon wafting into the bedroom. I walked in on Harry dancing to Angel Eyes by Abba, while he was flipping pancakes in a skillet.
It took him a minute, but he eventually turned, catching a glimpse of me standing in the hall. I couldn't hold back my smile, pressing my lips together in attempt of holding back my laugh.
"Good morning Peach!" He grinned, placing his last pancake on a plate.
"What are you doing?" I questioned, walking over to the coffee pot, filling up a mug.
"I'm making you breakfast."
I took a sip of my coffee as I watched him start dancing around the kitchen. I couldn't help but giggle as he playfully inched closer to me.
"What are you laughing for?" Harry asked, pretending to be confused.
"You're just cute." I tried to hold back my grin.
He raised a brow, "Cute."
"Yes. Cute." I repeated.
I knew he hated being called that.
He rolled his eyes, before flicking his gaze between me and my mug. Before I could object, he grabbed it from me, sitting it down on the kitchen counter. He took my hands as he started dancing again, pulling me along with him.
"Look into his angel eyes, one look and your hypnotized!" He sang out loudly with the music, and I couldn't help but laugh.
He continued dancing, moving me along with him as he made his way around the kitchen. I was never much of a dancer, so I let him lead.
"Come on babe, sing with me." He begged, practically grinning from ear to ear.
I obeyed, breaking out into song, singing loudly along with him.
"Look into his angel eyes, you'll think your in paradise, and one day you'll find out he wears a disguise!
Once the song was finished he leaned down, pecking me on the forehead.
"Go on," He nodded towards the food, "Eat before it gets cold."
Again I obeyed, turning away from him, and he tapped my bottom as I made my way to the barstools. I faked gasped, sending him a joking dirty glare.
Once I made it to my seat, I peered down at the meal setting in front of me. It looked delicious and I was beginning to think I was the only person in my life who couldn't cook.
