Management is a Bitch

Chapter 9

I woke up the next morning in his bed wearing only my t-shirt (and bra and underwear of course) I smiled, I could do this everyday. His hands cuddling me and his lips kissing my neck, it didn't go further than that but I liked it. I liked the constant teases as I knew he wanted me and I surely knew I wanted him, but neither of us dared to admit it.

Harry's point of view

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I'm an idiot. I am a fucking idiot.

Why didn't I think about this? Michael is gay, I should of guessed; his pink t-shirts, high pitched voice, and his awkward text messages. Wait, was he turned on by me?

I shake the thoughts out of my head and prepare the breakfast. Last night was amazing. I don't like her, no I don't. I have higher standards. I mean I could get any top model, but she's different.

Not in a positive way I try to convince myself.

Love is an illusion, something which looks so precious and innocent that ends by destroying you. It's a huge trap and I felt into it way too many times.

Okay now let's stop sounding like a tragic poet.
My phone buzzes.

*Niall: Hey remember I'll be at yours in a hour approximatively, I forgot my coat last time I came*

Sh*t I almost forgot

*Harry: Yeah, you still have the keys of the apartment?*

*Niall: Yep.*

I put my phone down and continue my cooking.
I put some salt and pepper on the scrambled eggs, prepare two coffees with some whipped cream on top of it and put it all on a tray.

"Something's missing" I mumble. I look around me and my eyes immediately connect with the flowers on the balcony. I walk to the balcony and quickly grab a few petals from the flowers and lightly put them on the tray.

I smile at myself, having a weird sensation making me happier than usual. I'm just preparing breakfast.

I bring the the tray with the breakfast to the room and manage to open the door.

Madelyn is seating in the bed and her eyes widen at the sight of the eggs on the tray.

"Food..." She mumbles. I laugh, she's so cute.

No she's not

I put the tray on the bed as she licks her lips.

"I love scrambled eggs, how did you know?" She smiles.

"I just guessed" I laughed.

"Coffee with whipped cream... How original" She ironically says,

"I told you it'd become our thing" she takes a sip of the coffee and gets whipped cream all over her face.

"You don't know how to eat nor drink properly" I laugh as she licks her lips.

She shrugs and taste the scrambled eggs, "And you surely don't know how to cook" she mocks.

"Don't question my talent, okay?" I laugh.

"There's nothing to question since there's no talent"

"Okay well you're not having any of it" I laugh as I eat some of the scrambled eggs. She definitely tries to resist eating it but fails.

"See it's not that bad" I laugh and she smiles.

She sees her iPhone next to her bed and stares at it, "What's wrong?" I ask.