Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 29: WE ARE BOTH DYING IN THIS MARRIAGE

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The smell of coffee woke me up from my slumber. One eye first, then the next one.

I was glad the sun was shining through the drapes, ushering in a new sunny day. I turned my head finding the other side of the bed empty.

Pulling in the pillow, I smell the fabric identifying Harry's scent easily. I closed my eyes remembering our lovely night; We continued in the dark - hidden from any judgement. We kissed in the shadows, falling into temptation again, proving we didn't need any light to guide ourselves to our bodies. I was completely gone for him. I had jumped, fallen, and kept going. I was completely sure of this.

Turning in bed, I heard sounds coming in from the kitchen. I grabbed my joggers, then my t-shirt, walking out of the room, following the smell of coffee.

I turned the corner and to my surprise find Harry leaning against the stove, with his back to me, working on something. The radio was next to him playing some song and Harry hummed it lightly.

The light that came in through the kitchen windows, made the scene seem so "home-made," such a Sunday picture. I leaned against the wall watching my dearest manoeuvre in his depiction of love.

I realised right there and then that this was what I wanted: him, making me breakfast, after a night of hard lovemaking. I wanted this scenario of affection and devotion. I wanted him. Whether it be in this sleepy town, in London or in New York.

Harry continued to hum the tune, gently swaying to the melody from the music. The hair fell down his shoulders, and he wore a white t-shirt and old jeans but was barefoot. Simple. Beautiful. So, heart-warming it made me want to stop time and take it all in. He was mine.

"Jesus!" Harry jumped seeing me there. "You scared me!"

"Forgot I was here?"

"I didn't hear you, love."

"Want me to go back to bed and come back?"

"Don't be daft," Harry replied with a smile, showing me his lovely dimples. I finally saw what Harry was working on. He placed a tray full of freshly made scones, all lined up, looking delicious. "Breakfast!"

"Are those scones?"

"Yes. I made them myself."

It was as if the world opened for me, once I understood my dearest had been cooking. I approached the island seeing the full scope of our breakfast: There were scones, muffins, a fresh pot of coffee and boiled water for tea.

There was a bowl with bananas, kiwis, apples, and a plate full of chopped watermelon and pineapple. In the centre of the table was a jar with tall, beautiful sunflowers. Reaching, I gently touch their petals, remembering Harry once had called me a sunflower. It was a nod to us.

"Sunflowers?"

"For you."

We were two fools falling hard.

"When did you get all of this?"

"I may or may not have called in a favour with Liam," Harry confessed, opening his cabinets to take out some jam. "I didn't have a thing around the house and wanted to do something nice for us. So, he dropped this by for me."

"Even the flowers?"

"Especially, the flowers."

"I didn't hear a thing."

"You were deep asleep, love. Come, sit."

I did as told, walking around the island, and pulling out a stool. I sat, picked up a mug and poured myself some coffee. Harry sat next to me, mimicking me.