Running Away // H.S //

FOURTEEN

Harry's POV

There was someone singing loudly in the kitchen. More like shouting. I groan as I get out of my bed to check my phone.

Bailey hasn't texted me back since last night and I'm getting really worried. I walk in the kitchen and louis was singing while...cooking? Louis never cooks.

"Why are you so happy?" I murmur as I sit in one of the bar stools.

"Why are you so grumpy?" He says and continues cutting the vegetables.

"You never cook."

"Oh well." He shrugs and continues singing.

I groan as he continues singing loudly. I check my phone one last time, but still no text. I tried calling her, but it goes straight to voicemail. I grab my keys and my coat and walk out the door.

I pull up in front of her drive way and jogged up the door. I can hear footsteps coming to open the door. I was expecting Bailey, but it was her mom.

"Hello mrs-- tracy, is Bailey here?"

She chuckles, "Come on in, shes up her room."

I thank her and slowly knocked on her door. There was no response. I slowly open her door, I sigh in relief when I saw her still sleeping. She probably put her phone on mute.

I shut her door and slipped into her duvet, cuddling her.

It's been an hour and shes still asleep. I play around with her hair and she moves. She then turns to me and smiles, shes so cute in the mornings.

"How long have you been here?" she whispers.

"About an hour." She chuckles, burying her face into my chest. "You didn't reply to any of my texts." I frown.

She stops for a moment, "Oh I forgot to charge my phone."

Bailey's POV

"What do you wanna do?" Harry asks, stroking my hair.

"I have to do the invitations for mom and james wedding." I sigh.

"I'll help." Harry offers.

"You're probably just going to annoy me, but okay."

I stand up, getting my lifeless phone from the floor that probably fell off from my bed. I grab a rolling stone t-shirt and ripped jeans from my dresser. I can feel Harry's eyes watching every single move I make.

"Turn."

"Wait, what? You're not letting me watch?"

I chuckle, "Nope, now turn."

"But, babe--"

"Turn." I cut him off. He groans and turns around like a little kid.

I quickly change just in case Harry decides to turn around and peek.

"Are you done?"

"Yeah." He turns back around and attacks me.

And by attack, I mean tickles me.

"Harry--stop." I say in between laughs. He was now on top of me and he stops.

He then slowly brought his lips to mine, kissing me longer. He then lets go and smiles at me.

"What was that for?" I look at him.

"I'm just really happy that I'm with you." He pokes my cheeks.