I woke up to the smell of bacon. I opened my eyes and didn't recognize my surroundings. Memories of yesterday flooded back in my head. I can't believe I'm in America.
I shoved the covers off of my body and stood up, yawning. I walked down the stairs slowly and into the kitchen where I found the love of my life cooking breakfast in nothing but joggers. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, kissing the middle of his bare back and laying my head against it.
"Hey love. How did you sleep?"
"Amazing." I released him as he put bacon on a plate and went to reach for the carton of eggs. I stuffed a piece of bacon in my mouth before looking at the clock. It read 2:46. "Why are we eating breakfast so late?"
"Any time is always a good time to eat breakfast."
I laughed and shrugged. "I guess." I picked up another piece of bacon. God I'm hungry. "Where did you get all of this anyway?"
"I went for a walk this morning while you were asleep and found a little market on the corner."
"Oh. Thanks." I smiled. He finished cooking the eggs and started with French toast. "I'll be in the bathroom love."
He didn't say anything as I hopped off the chair and walked to the bathroom. I quickly did my business but before I left, my eyes stopped on a package in the bathroom bag. I picked it up and looked at it. I haven't taken one in three days just because I haven't wanted to. I lost my whole entire family and all I really want is to start a new one. Harry is the one and I really want to start a family with him and if this is one way to do it, I'm willing to do it.
I wrapped the package up in toilet paper and threw it in the trash bin next to the toilet. Maybe this new life in America means a new family.
I walked out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen to find Harry putting everything on two plates. I sat down as he placed one in front of me. "Thanks babe."
"No problem love." I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek as he sat down next to me. I took a bite of my French toast and was surprised at the taste. Holy shit was this good.
"You're quite the good cook."
"I try my best." He shrugged and smiled. I finished my food and stuck my plate in the dishwasher. I never had a dishwasher before.
"Your dad really hooked us up."
"Yeah. He's good for something I guess."
I paused and turned around to look at Harry. "Your mom never once said he was a millionaire. How did he get all of this money?"
"Well when he left our house, it wasn't just because he wanted to. He had the option to stay here or be the CEO of his company in America. I was so angry that he chose America over his wife that I beat him up. I can't even stand to look at him. But now he's useful so I have to." He shook his head and finished his food.
I paused for a minute before saying. "Did he send home money or something to help out?"
"Nope. He didn't do shit for us. I had to do everything on my own."
"Well he is now."
Harry looked at me and clenched his jaw. "So what? He still left us to fend for ourselves. We had nothing Addie. Absolutely nothing. She could be dead right now and he wouldn't give two shits. I will never forgive him Addie. Never."
"Well your mom has," I mumbled, looking down. I heard him get up and I looked back up to see him right in front of me.
"What did you say?" I watched as his eyes turned dark with rage. Why is he so mad over something that happened a long time ago?
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Unstoppable// Harry Styles au
FanfictionI bounced on my toes as sweat beads ran down my forehead. I took another swing to the old, brown bag. Each punch I threw, each slap I did got me towards my goal to be the best. I was a fighter and wasn't gonna quit for nothing. Nothing was gonna get...