New York Day Dreams

Chapter 4

I wake up to an empty bed and the sound of pans clanging.

I rub my eyes, so thankful I'm not hungover at all. I think Gabbi's drinking skills have rubbed off on me.

Running my fingers through my hair I get out of bed and raid through Harry's drawer to find something to wear.

I grab a pair of his grey sweatpants and a Nirvana t-shirt and quickly put them on, then go into his bathroom to finish getting ready.

I grab the spare toothbrush Harry keeps for me and brush my teeth quickly. Not gonna lie, my morning breath is horrendous.

Walking down the stairs, through his living room into the kitchen, I see Harry frantically moving around the kitchen.

His perfectly sculpted, shirtless back is to me. I can clearly see his defined biceps anf the dimples in the bottom of his back. It's a fact, Harry was made by the gods.

I sit down at the counter watching him cooking. He's so concentrated, he doesn't even realize I'm there.

Harry is a very domestic man. He doesn't believe women should cook and clean while men work, he thinks you should do what you are capable of and I love that about him, his mom taught him so well.

He turns around, shocked to see me at first, then smiles.

"Good morning sleepy head. How long have you been sitting here?"

"Long enough to have checked you out excessively," I say smirking, looking him up and down.

"Oh my God, I'm dating a pervert. Anyway," he says making his way around to where I am. "In honor of our two year anniversary, I have a whole day planned out for us. Breakfast to start."

I take his hands and intertwine our fingers. "What all do you have planned Romeo?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

"You're so mysterious," I say leaning up for a kiss. "Can you at least tell me what's for breakfast?"

"Ah yes," he says heading back to the stove, smiling. "I made a special batch of bread for you at the bakery yesterday, so some awesome toast, completely made by yours truly. I am also making some cage-free eggs, because you know, we don't like eggs that have been all caged up."

I laugh lightly at Harry's corny joke.

"I know how you like them. Scrambled, hard," he says winking at me."

"I'm also making turkey bacon because who says you can't have turkey when it's not Thanksgiving. I mean it could be Thanksgiving because I'm thankful for you."

"Aww, you're such a sweetheart. I'm thankful for you too babe."

"That's sweet, but let me finish. I prepared this speech and I can't have you interrupting me or I will forget it.

I laugh at his craziness then listen to him finish his speech.

"Lastly," he says walking towards the refrigerator. "We have some chocolate covered strawberries, sweet just like you. I did these by myself too by the way. I actually went to a strawberry farm, hand picked these and everything. You're welcome."

"You outdid yourself, hun. I'm impressed."

"Only the best for you."

I get out of my chair and walk over to where Harry is. He grabs my waists and hoists me onto the counter.

"Are these my clothes," he asks smirking.

"Uh, yeah."

"I don't like that you didn't ask. I think I need to take them off," he says pulling his t-shirt over my head. He leans down and kisses my neck.