Elude [H.S.]

THIRTY-SEVEN

I move around the kitchen in one of the t-shirts that Harry brought - my hair up in a messy bun. Humming softly to the song playing in my one earbud, I flip over the bacon that's on one of the pans on the stove. I only had one earbud in so that I could hear if Harry woke up or not.

Earlier this morning, I had called the lobby and asked for them to bring some groceries so I could make Harry and I some breakfast. They came quickly, and I got right to work on fixing everything for us. I carefully moved over to place the bowl of fresh fruit in the center of the tray that I would eventually be carrying into the bedroom. I also placed two cups of coffee on there, adding just a bit of milk to mine, but leaving Harry's as is.

I pulled the bacon off the stove and put it all on a plate that also went on the tray alongside a plate full of biscuits and croissants as well as a plate of scrambled eggs. Dusting my hands off on a dish towel, I looked down at everything I had made this morning and smiled with my hands on my hips. I was thrilled I managed to do all of this before Harry woke up - I wanted to surprise him.

Carefully, I pick up the tray and head towards the bedroom - still trying to be as quiet as possible. Once in the room, I set the tray down on the dresser and then move over to the small fireplace, lighting the fire with a match. I looked out over the snowy forest that was behind us - the one wall being a huge window, and I shake my head.

It was so beautiful here. I didn't want to leave.

I move over to Harry's side of the bed and kneel down beside him. He's laying on his stomach with his cheek nuzzled into the pillow.

"Harry baby," I whisper softly, bringing my hand up to push his curls off his forehead. I trickle my fingertips down his cheek and smile when I see his face scrunch up. "Wake up, my love."

Harry's eyes flutter open as I run my hand up and down his bare back, and I smile wider once he smiles up at me.

"Hi," I say, my cheeks hurting just from how hard I'm smiling. "You sleep well?"

Grunting, Harry reaches a hand out and pulls me towards him - causing me to let out a squeal of surprise. He quickly turns onto his back and makes me straddle his waist.

"I did - why did you put a shirt on?" He asks, grabbing the shirt and pulling it over my head. I giggle as he tosses it to the side and runs his hands up my side. His hands cup my breasts, squeezing them softly. "That's better."

"Harry," I scold, shaking my head as I wrap my hands around his wrists. "I put a shirt on because I had them bring us some groceries. I made us breakfast."

I lean down to press a small kiss to his lips before getting up. I grab the tray of food off the dresser and walk back over to the bed, carefully placing it down before snuggling under the covers right up next to Harry who has now sat up.

"You made all this?" He asks, a tone of disbelief in his voice.

"Mhmm," I hum, picking up his coffee and handing it to him before picking up my own. "It may not be your birthday anymore, but I'm not even close to being done spoiling you."