The Love We Found || Narry *COMPLETED*

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»Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol«

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Harry was going to take me golfing today. It was going to be a golf date and I was really happy. Like super happy. I hadn't golfed in so long and I was really happy when Harry had bought us clubs the other day.

I almost couldn't go to sleep last night because I was so excited. I did wake up early...like 5:30am early. I tried waking up Harry and he just groaned and told me to go away. I didn't take offense to that; he was still tired. So I pulled on some sweatpants and decided to make breakfast for us before Mr. Evans woke up and stopped me.

I headed down the stairs and into the kitchen. After switching on a few lights, I headed for the lower cupboard next to the fridge. I took out a few pans; I was gonna make scrambled eggs, French toast and bacon. I knew I had to be as quiet as possible so Mr. Evans wouldn't hear me. He has stopped me twice before from cooking and it made me a little upset. Of course I got over it, but I'm capable of making my own food, ya know?

It didn't take me too long to cook enough for both Harry and I. I dished up our plates then looked at the clock and saw that it was a little bit after six now. Maybe Harry would wake up now if he knew there was food involved. I knew I sure would.

I began for the stairs when I heard someone clear their throat. Slowly, I turned around and I saw Mr. Evans.

Shit.

"I see you've made yourself and Mr. Styles breakfast..."

Mr. Evans didn't sound too happy about it.

"I don't see what the big deal is," I said back.

"It's my job, Mr. Horan..."

I sighed.

"Yeah. I know, but I'm capable to make food myself and since you were asleep, I took up the opportunity and seized it. I don't know why you or the other staff members haven't caught on that I like to do things myself."

This time, Mr. Evans sighed.

"I suppose I should go clean your mess..."

"You don't have to cause I already did that too."

Mr. Evans shook his head at me. It's not like I'm trying to take his job. I just didn't understand why I couldn't cook for myself. It's not like I'm a baby.

"Next time, Mr. Horan?" I nodded. "Let me do my fucking job."

Then he headed back to his room.

"What an ass," I mumbled as I began up the stairs.

I mentally thanked myself for leaving the bedroom door open because with two plates in my hands, I wouldn't be able to open the door. Harry was still asleep, so I put out plates onto the dresser then climbed onto the bed.

"Oh, tiger..." I seductively spoke, "wake up..."

I placed a kiss behind his ear and gained a soft sigh from him. I placed another kiss there, hoping that he'd get up now.

"Cmon, green-eyes. I made you breakfast in bed..."

I watched as his eyes slowly opened. He looked straight into my blue ones and then I saw him smile.

"Goodmorning, Harry," I said cheerfully.

"Goodmorning, blue-eyes."

I swear his morning voice could have gotten me to just take him right then and there. If only he knew what affect his voice had on me. Maybe I should tell him...