Lyric's POV
I woke up to Harry bringing me breakfast in bed. He'd made eggs and bacon, along with toast and apple juice. He kissed my temple and got into bed with me. I snuggled into his side and we began feeding each other, not saying anything, just eating and enjoying each other's company.
"Morning," I said, kissing him sweetly when I'd finished chewing my last bite.
"Good morning, Beautiful. How was your night? Mine was wonderful, with you by my side," he started singing.
Harry was being so sweet and romantic, like he had something to male up for, when in reality, I was the one who should be the one doing sweet things for him.
Laying there, listening to him sing to me, feeling his arms around my waist, and being completely content, I knew Harry was what I wanted. I knew that he would always be the only thing I ever wanted, I loved him.
"I love you, Hazza," I told him when he'd finished singing.
"I love you, too, Lyr Bear," he murmured, kissing me sweetly. Our argument, well really me not listening to what he was saying, completely forgotten.
I smiled as I laid on his chest as he ran his long fingers through my hair and up and down my spine. He was perfect, everything was perfect, and I never wanted to leave his arms, but we had other responsibilities, which Louis and Niall gladly came to inform us about.
"Guys! Get out!" Harry yelled as he pulled the covers more tightly around us.
They smiled and wiggled their eyebrows at us, "We just came to inform that Kale will be up soon and he had a rough night last night. He kept waking up and asking for the two of you. So, chop chop, let's go!" Louis exclaimed before he and Ni left our room.
I put my head on Harry's chest, "That means he's gonna be grumpy," I sighed.
"Kale will be fine," he whispered as he picked me up bridal style and carried me with him into the bathroom.
He turned the water on and as it got warm he stepped in and set me on my feet. I looked up at him sweetly, "Harry?" I asked, using my puppy dog eyes.
He looked down at me and cocked his head to the side, "What is it, baby?" he asked.
I pit my hand on his chest, drawing little patterns, "Can I wash your hair?" I asked, looking up at him through my eyelashes.
He smiled, "Of course you can," he smiled.
I washed his hair and then he washed mine. I giggled at how much shampoo he put in his hands. "Don't laugh at me," he grumbled.
I just smiled at him and let him rinse it out of my hair. He was surprisingly really good at washing long hair.
"How are you so good at washing long hair?" I asked.
I felt him chuckle against my back, "I used to wash my mum's hair when she got home from work. It would relax her and u felt good knowing I could make her day better just by washing her hair," he told me.
I smiled, "You're a sweet boy," I smirked.
"I'm going to teach Kale to do the same thing, because you react the same way my mum did when I wash, or even play with, your hair," he told me.
I giggled, "You're too sweet."
He kissed my shoulder, "Anything for you, my love," he murmured.
I blushed, he was so cheesy and sweet, and I know he's doing it to prove he loves me. I knew he wouldn't cheat, I knew it, I was just being insecure.
