You are my Wonderwall.

Chapter 14:

I woke up with loud music blasting downstairs. I recognized the tune, it was Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus, my favorite. It had come to my mind about last night. Where I basically kicked Harry out of his own room and made him angry. Kicking the blankets off there was a note on the counter, it read

"Here's some extra clothes. Breakfast is downstairs when you're ready. Harry. "

Under that was a black and white plaid shirt and boxers. Without hesitating I slipped on the clothes.

Walking downstairs, Harry's voice became louder. I noticed he was singing

,"Oooh yeah! Dirtbag! No she doesn't know what she's missing!"

I came in and just watched the way his mouth moves. His voice was beautiful.

After he was done I couldn't help but laugh. I walked in front of his view and clapped, "Woo! Encore! Encore!" A smile appeared on his face, "What are you doing up this early? I'm just starting breakfast."

"Well my favorite tune was on. So I had to see all the commotion."  His eyes returned back to the stove "Sorry sweetheart. "

I rested my arms on a marble counter next to him, "Babe. Aren't you mad with me?" His eyes made contact with mine, "Why would I be mad with you?" ,"Well because of last night.." He dropped the pan, faced all his attention towards me, "Baby that was last night, as long as you forgive me I will too."  Harry was right. I think I was just overreacting about the whole situation, "Of course I forgive you Harry." I went on my tippy toes and held his neck. We then kissed for a while. Until I backed away, a strong smell of burning flooded my nose, "Uh Harry.. Your food.." Harry gasped and looked at his pan, the food was completely ruined. He silently cursed and threw the food in the trash.

"Why don't we go out to eat?" I nodded and we went back to his room.

I picked up his Jack Wills sweater, "Can I wear this..?" His face lit up, "Of course. It was mines years ago, but I doesn't fit anymore.." He hesitated, "You can have it."  I smiled wide, it was my new favorite sweater. He handed me a pile of clothes, "I washed your clothes last night. Here you go." I grabbed them, "Thank you."

We then left his house and went out for breakfast.