Harry Styles
Buried in thick, soft bed sheets, still with the linger of her scent in them, there was a warm spot and a small intent where Diana's body had been. I'd opened my eyes to realise she wasn't beside me, or on top of me like she typically was. I'd woken up, assuming maybe she'd gotten warm and had moved away from me for a bit, only to roll over and try and reach for her to pull her back into me and realise the bed beside me was empty.
Diana never got up before me.
The sun had only just finished rising, the golden light shone in through the windows providing the room with a gentle warmth. The curtains were open, but we always left them open so that we could wake up to the sunrise each morning. One of the windows was open, I could hear the rhythmic sound of the waves caressing the shore outside, the birds singing their early morning songs.
I sat up in bed, running the sleep from my eyes with the backs of my hands. I wasn't the biggest fan of waking up after my daisy, only because I loved to watch her sleep, it was one of my favourite things to do. Donut wasn't here either. I could hear movement coming from elsewhere in the house and knew she was up to something.
Once my teeth were brushed, I made my way through the house to find the girl I knew was definitely about to burn down the kitchen. She loved making breakfast the very rare times that she was awake before me.
And as I suspected, standing in the kitchen with her back to me, her hips swaying in time to the music that was playing from the record in the corner of the room, Diana was making breakfast. Her hair was long cascading down her back, it had been getting longer the past few months and it was beautiful, it meant I had more to braid when she let me do her hair. She was in the same thing she'd worn to sleep, one of my shirts and a small pair of shorts.
When I was behind her, my arms slid around her from behind and wrapped around her stomach. She must have heard me come in because she didn't get frightened from my sudden presence. She only smiled and tilted her head back to my shoulder, humming along to the song. In front of her, a bowl of pancake mixture and a few pancakes that had been freshly made.
"Morning, baby." I pressed a kiss to her soft lips.
She smiled and hummed, "Hi."
My chin moved to rest on her shoulder and I kept holding her despite her continuing on with making breakfast. "What's with the early morning?"
"Hm?"
There had to be something up, we hadn't been doing much recently besides eating, sleeping and fucking, and while they were out three favourite things to do, I didn't really know where the sudden burst in energy had come from. "You're up early and are in a good mood... which terrifies me."
My word choice only seemed to amuse her, she huffed a laugh from her nose. "Terrifies you?"
"I usually have to drag you out of bed." I reminded her.. Our typical morning routine included me getting up when Donut wanted breakfast, and then returning to bed to watch Diana sleep for another hour, then eventually before the morning was gone, I'd wake her and have to drag her out of bed, sometimes by her ankles if she was extra sleepy. "And if you do get up early, you're grumpy."
She frowned, pouting out her bottom lip. "I am not grumpy."
"Sure." I grinned. "And Donut is a dog."
"Just wanted to wake my husband up with some pancakes on a Sunday morning," she nudged me with her shoulder to get away. I squeezed my arms around her once more and showered her shoulder with a few more kisses before I pulled away from her to sit at the counter behind her. Her back was still to me when she spoke, "You have an issue with that?"
