This Just In (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 27: That's probably the best breakfast I've ever had.

Chapter 27: That's probably the best breakfast I've ever had.

*Maddy's POV*

My lips, finally reconnected with Harry's, tingled. I felt my hand tug at the ends of his curls. His arms protectively circled around my waist. I had forgotten how much I missed his kisses. How much I adored his touch. I tilted my head to deepen the kiss. My lips trailed down his neck, and began sucking and nibbling on a spot, leaving a mark. My hands trailed down his bare torso. Harry moaned, and I smiled against his neck. My mouth returned to his. Suddenly, Harry cupped the back of my thighs, and lifted me up. I held onto him, without breaking the kiss. He carried me into his bedroom and shut the door.

Harry gently set me on the edge of the bed, and slowly pushed me down so he was straddling me. As he leaned down to kiss me again, I felt a hard bulge against my thigh, and giggled. Harry blushed and tried to hide his embarrassed face. His fingered played with the band of the borrowed basketball shorts I wore. I removed the t-shirt I was wearing, so I was left in my bra. Harry sat up so he could admire the sight. Meanwhile, I admired the sight I had. His eyes were dark with lust. Harry pressed his lips back onto mine, and rubbed himself against me. Waves of pleasure washed though me and made me tingle with wanting. I moaned into the kiss. Harry's hand inched closer and closer towards the clip on my bra.

I'm not sure what brought on the thought, but soon I could only imagine Harry and the model, in this exact bed, doing this exact thing. I grabbed his wrist, which had almost unclasped my bra.

"Harry, stop. No." I mumbled.

Immediately his eyes flashed open. He looked concerned and moved a few feet away from me in a matter of seconds. I felt so cold without him, but I couldn't go through with this now. I hadn't yet gotten over his little fling with the model. I sat up, and pulled the t-shirt back on. Harry, rather than looking disappointed, looked worried.

"Not now. I just..that other girl...a-and..I can't...I-I haven't forgiven you yet. I love you, but I just can't..." I stuttered, avoiding his eyes.

"Shh.." He quieted me. Harry crawled closer, and pulled me into his chest. "I love you too. And we don't need to have sex to prove that. I mean, sure, it would be nice if one day we could try. But not until we are both 100% ready." He said. And with that, he kissed my forehead and leaned back to let me process.

"Thanks, Harry." I whispered.

"I love you." He simply said. Then he crawled under the covers on the bed, and pulled them back so I could get in too. "Cuddle with me." He said. I snuggled into his chest, and listened to his heartbeat. Harry's arms held me against him. My eyes closed, and I fell asleep.

When I woke up, the sun was just barely lighting the room. I heard soft snores coming from someone near my ear. I repositioned myself and saw Harry fast asleep. He looked adorable when he slept. His curls were wild and tangled. His eyelids were closed, hiding his perfect green eyes. His soft, pink lips were slightly parted.

I decide that staring at Harry is creepy. My stomach grumbled and I wanted to make some breakfast. I escaped from Harry's arms, and started to climb out of bed. Suddenly, I was grabbed by the waist, and pulled back into Harry's chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked in his husky morning voice. I smiled, and turned around in his arms so our chests were touching. His eyes were half closed.

"To make breakfast. I'm hungry." I said.

"I want to help." He mumbled, and yawned like a little kitten. I giggled and kissed him on the cheek. Harry smirked and we climbed out of bed. Hand in hand, we walked to the kitchen. Harry had grabbed his phone on the way, and scrolled through his missed messages.

"Louis stayed the night at Niall's place. He wanted to give us some 'space'." Harry said. I felt my cheeks heat up at what 'space' could mean, and Harry brushed his fingertips across them. Harry released my hand, and tapped me on the arm before running away.

"YOU'RE IT!!" He screamed childishly. I saw him disappear into the kitchen, and chased after him. When I entered, I was immediately pelted with eggs. Three of them hit me, and dripped down my body. Two of them missed and splattered against the wall. Harry started rummaging through the refrigerator, and found a bottle of ketchup. He opened the top and pointed it at me.

"You wouldn't." I glared at him.

"Maybe not...if you kiss me..." He grinned. I prowled over to him, and stood on my tip toes so our lips almost touched. I kept leaning closer and just before we kissed, I ripped the bottle of ketchup from his hands. I laughed like a maniac as ketchup was squirted all over Harry's hair.

"NOO!" Harry yelped. He grabbed a can of whipped cream and gave me a mustache. Then he leaned in closer and tried to lick it off. I leaped out of his reach to the other side of the kitchen. I found a bag of flour, and ripped it open. Harry' eyes got wide. I took two big handfuls of flour and chucked them at the poor boy. I just kept throwing flour until the whole bag was gone. When I was done, Harry looked like some kind of ghost. I bent over in laughter. Then next thing I knew, I was being pelted with carrots. I decided a full on attack was in order, so I ran straight at Harry. He was definitely surprised. As I jumped at him, he slipped on the food covering the ground and we both fell. I landed on top of him and our noses almost touched.

I tried to wipe the ketchup and flour off of Harry's face as he gazed at me. His eyes never left me.

"What are you looking at?" I finally asked him.

"You are so beautiful." Harry smiled. I bit my lip and Harry moaned. I looked at him questioningly.

"Don't bite your lip. It's much too sexy." He explained. That only made me bite my lip more. Harry gave me a devilish grin before leaning up and kissing me. Our lips fit together perfectly. My hands gripped at his toned shoulders.

It was amazing that things had gone completely back to normal after our fight. Once Harry and I forgave each other, every single amazing feeling from before came back.

"What. The. Bloody. Hell. Is. Going. On."

Harry's lips left mine and I could see Liam, Niall, Zayn and Louis standing in the kitchen door. Liam had spoken, and was waiting for us to answer. I looked at Harry who had a huge grin on his face. I poked his dimple which made him smile wider.

"We made breakfast?" Harry explained, but it sounded like a question. Zayn started cracking up and had to leave the room due to his out of control laughter. Liam gave us a look as if to say, 'clean this up now' and left the room. We're lucky he didn't ground us or something.

"But...this food..." Niall had his mouth hanging open and was looking longingly at the food. Then he shook his head in disappointment at us. He left with his hands on his hips.

I wouldn't be surprised if Niall tried to kill us later.

"My carrots?..." Louis whimpered before glaring at Harry and me.

If Niall doesn't kill us, Louis defiantly will.