Eight | W2S

FORTY TWO.

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"Mmm, I don't want you to go anywhere," I complain, holding onto him to try and prevent him from leaving the bed.

"Ken, I've got to, I've got golf," he says, for what feels like the hundredth time.

"But it's only ten in the morning, you said it was at noon!" I say, knowing full well that it probably does take nearly two hours to travel in the London traffic, but continuing to be stubborn anyway.

"Yeah, and it's outside of London, it's a Friday morning and everyone and their nan is going to driving the same way," he explains, kissing my cheek. "I do really have to get up," he repeats himself, and I sigh, shrugging myself off of him.

"My first day off in ages and my boyfriend isn't even staying home with me..." I sigh, pouting and crossing my arms.

"Ken...I'm going to need you to not look at me like that."

"Why not?"

"Because I will call Cal and cancel on him," he says, tilting his head to look at me.

"Sounds like a you problem..." I say, teasing him, and definitely not altering the expression on my face.

"Fuck sake, Ken," he says frustratedly, standing over the bed, topless.

"I mean..." I say slowly. "You're not even changed yet, you could just say you're ill," I suggest, looking as innocent as possible.

"You are a bad influence," he replies, and within seconds he's back in bed, curled up in the same exact spot he was minutes earlier, once again providing me with warmth.

"Oh, yeah. The worst," I nod my head, agreeing with him until I burst into laughter.

We stay in bed for another hour or so, until Harry's stomach rumbles, and reminds us that we're both really hungry.

"I'll put some bagels in?" Harry offers, before I have a chance to even think about getting out of bed.

"Does this mean breakfast in bed?" I ask, eyeing him up curiously.

He sighs, but he has a grin on his face. "Is that a hint that you want breakfast in bed?"

"I mean...if you're offering."

And that's how, fifteen minutes later, I have a tray with two bagels, a cup of tea and some yogurt and berries on my lap, all neatly presented.

"You've outdone yourself," I smile, very carefully leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He'd also opted for bagels, but he'd put cheese on his, which was more of a brunch option than mine. His mug was clearly full of coffee, the smell poignant throughout the room.

We popped the TV on, catching up with last nights Love Island, enjoying the simple pleasure of being able to skip through the breaks.

We're about halfway through the show when my doorbell goes off, startling us both. 

"Expecting anyone today?" Harry asks, already getting up to answer it, the trays full of empty plates in his hands. 

I shrug, and shake my head. "Not that I'm aware of, no. Maybe a delivery, although I can't remember ordering anything."

He looks just as puzzled as I am when he leaves the room, and because of my own nosey nature, I hover outside my bedroom door, watching as Harry strolls to the door.