I'm with the band

36

My eyes open gently, to the morning sunlight reflecting in Harry's room.

What a night.

I notice that my hand is pressed to his chest, as he still wore his white tank top, his arm around me.

I look up at him, he was still sleeping peacefully, his blankets barely covering him and mostly covering me.

I take this time to admire my.. boyfriend sleep angelically, he looked so tranquil as he slept, nothing being able to bother him.

I turn my head and look at his alarm clock placed on his night table.

Six-fifty a.m.

The other boys and Simon wouldn't be up for another hour.
Which gave me a good idea, that benefits both Harry and I and will not cause any suspicion with Simon.

I grin, giving Harry a quick peck on the lips and slowly, gently peel off the covers off of me.

Afterwards, not that I wanted to, but I carefully remove his arm that was around me, protectively.

I carefully get out of the bed, hearing a few noisy creaks from the matters on it, and squeezing my eyes tightly, hoping he didn't wake up.

I didn't want to disturb his sleep.
But also, I didn't want to ruin the surprise for him.

I tiptoe to the kitchen, not wanting to wake up any of the other guys either.

I was going to make Harry breakfast and surprise him with it in bed.

Which evidently, also makes me win the Nobel prize for being the best new girlfriend ever.

I debate on what to make, that also wouldn't take too much time or make too much noise either.

I pause and think, opening the fridge and seeing what we had.

Blackberries, blueberries, strawberries.
And of course we had butter and eggs, and the salt and sugar were in our kitchen cabinets.

I can make pancakes!

I eagerly smile and take out the fruit, to put on top of the pancakes about to be made, as well as the dry ingredients and the wet ingredients.

I put them into two separate bowls and whisk each the ingredients together in each bowl, then add the wet ingredients and stir them together.

As I leave the bowl aside, I begin to wash the fruits, so they could be ready, placing each one that was freshly washed on a plate.

When all of a sudden, I feel someone's hot breath, completely startling me.

Harry.
His chin was sitting on my shoulder as he watched me wash the fruits.

"What are you making today, sweetheart?" He asks, his voice raspy.

"You scared me." I say laughing, as he begins to kiss my neck repeatedly, and his lips make their way down to my shoulder.
"This was supposed to be a surprise, you know?" I ask sarcastically, as he continues to kiss my shoulder.

"Oh yeah?" He asks, still leaning on my shoulder.
"For who?"

"Who else?" I reply sarcastically, as he lifts his head from my shoulder, grabs my head gently and presses his lips to it, as he goes to grab a seat at the kitchen table.
"You're supposed to be in bed, you ruined my surprise."