~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~
Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are...
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They say that eyes have a language of their own.
I think that must be true because as Harry lays a plate in front of me with a warm smile that lights up his eyes brighter than all the lights of any bustling city, I feel like I know exactly what he is thinking.
"Your dress is very pretty." He complements teasingly.
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Looking down at the yellow dress that clings to my skin as I sit at the table he has laid, I smile at him with a raised eyebrow. "I wonder why... because you picked it."
He shakes his head.
"Actually Nola and Rory picked it."
"Mmm." I hum, smirking at him before taking another sip of the white wine he had poured me earlier while I watched him cook. "No wonder why I like it so much."
"What are you implying?" He laughs, twirling the handmade spaghetti around his fork. The rich sauce almost splashes against his pale blue shirt but he just about saves it before slurping it into his mouth.
"Nothing, H." I whisper, tucking into my own food.
I was so hungry that I would probably eat anything right now. But whatever it is that Harry had made me was more delicious than anything I have ever put into my body before.
I knew Harry could cook, he is always doing it for us but there is a difference between the child friendly food he makes and this masterpiece.
The flavours, the textures, the sharpness of the tomatoes... all of it.
We eat almost in silence, the only noises are my contented hum with every bite I take and Harry's laughter at my over the top reaction.
He clears away the plates for me even though I offer to help. Not letting me lift a finger, he insists that I sit at the table while he does everything for me.
It's so odd to not be the one running off my feet constantly. The waitress is having someone wait on her.
Coming back with the same bottle of wine as before, he splits the remainder by pouring it into both of our nearing empty glasses, Harry smiles at me and takes a seat opposite me before reaching into his pocket.
