Fight Club (h.s.)

Part 9

My fingers set bacon in a pan, continuing to stir through pancake batter. The smell is wonderful and I start to hum with the music playing in the background. After making sure the batter is good, I pour it into a pan and wait. I sway my hips to the music and I set my hair into a bun quickly.

I start softly singing Coldplay, flipping the pancake before turning to go to the refrigerator. But I stop, widening my eyes at the tall figure smiling as he leans against the doorway.

"You're cute," Harry smiles, walking over to me. His shirt and boxers are on my body and his hand grabs mine, kissing my fingers.

"You like Coldplay?" he asks, my head nodding.

"A lot, actually," I smile, his arm wrapping around me.

"I had fun last night," he whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek.

I blush, his reference to kissing him clear. We were kissing a lot last night, and I found myself loving every minute of it.

"Still shy about kissing, huh?" he tickles my ear with his lips, my lips curving.

"A little," I tell him, his body turning me so he can set his hands on my waist. His tall frame leans over and sets a kiss to my cheek, brushing his nose against mine.

"I'm going to burn my food," I rush, his hands letting me go. I flip my pancake and he wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck.

"Bacon?" I ask, his head nodding. I grab a piece and hold it out to him, his teeth grabbing it. He eats it and I smile, his hands lifting me onto the counter as soon as the pancake is off the pan.

"I'll take you to your doctor's appointment," he says, my head nodding. I eat my pancake, his eyes watching mine.

"You'll come to my fight?" he asks, my head nodding.

I finish the pancake and he leans his head up, my arms wrapping around his neck.

"I need to go to my dorm," I say, his lips releasing a groan. He buries his head in my neck and wraps his arms around me, shaking his head.

"Stay with me," he groans, my lips curving.

"I just need clothes," I say, his forehead leaning onto mine.

"You look good in my clothes," he smirks, my hand shoving his face lightly. He chuckles, moving his head back into my neck and setting a soft kiss to the base.

His reluctance is soon tested as I jump off the counter, grabbing my bacon before walking to my shoes. He pulls me back into the apartment and makes me change, my eyes rolling. Once my clothes from yesterday are pulled back onto my body, Harry takes my hand and leads me to his motorcycle.

After I shower at my dorm and attend to my doctor's appointment, Harry takes me to the park and holds my hand.

"Harry?" I ask, his head looking down at me.

"When did you, um... stop talking to your family?" I ask, his shoulders stiffening.

"17. I left after my birthday," he says, my heart dropping.

"I wasn't a great person," he starts, moving us to a wall. He lifts me and I sit on top while he steps between my legs. His eyes burn into mine and I move a strand of his hair back, the curl falling in front of his face.

"I told you about my ex-girlfriend but I would constantly scare my family. There isn't anything I think I did right and I saw fear in my sister's eyes when I would beat up someone who hurt her. She's three years older than me, and I scared her," he starts, my hands grabbing his hand while his other arm is wrapped around my body.