Secretly Stalked: One Direction Story

Chapter 44:

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-MH

Chapter 44:

Morgan POV:

I woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. But they weren't downstairs, they were in my room. What? My eyes opened quickly. I looked around to see a tray of food on one side of the bed. Harry stood next to it in a chef hat with his cheeky smile. "Breakfast is served my lady."

On the tray, he had set 2 glasses of orange juice on it, plated with pancakes, bacon, and eggs. I smiled up at him. "You did all of this for me? Why though?"

"Because. Your my amazing beautiful girlfriend. And you deserve a break." He kissed me softly. I felt him smile against my lips and I did to. We broke apart and grabbed the orange juice. I raised my glass and we clinked them together.

"Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up up." I sang. Why do I have such a good boyfriend.

I feel as if I don't deserve him. At all. So why is he here? Why does he do all these things with me and surprise me when I have nothing to offer him. That's the whole war going in between my head.

We randomly talked about things, Beyoncé comeback tour, finals and how we think we did, 19 days until graduation, 16 days until prom (we have ours really late) (we get to start asking people tomorrow for prom. "Wait a second. Only 16 days until prom..... 15 tomorrow... I don't even have a dress. I hope I'm not the only one having this dilema..."

He chuckled lightly and I could feel his chest vibrate. "I'm sure you can always wear sweatpants. No one will mind at the grand march if one girls in sweatpants. All alone." Well that got me even more panicky. How will I style my hair? What color is my dress gonna be? Nails? Shoes? Makeup? Good date?

"Fine if that's how your gonna be, then I will talk to people who understand. Like your mates girlfriends." I Humphed and quickly got out of my tank top and pants, that were from last night. I got on a Notre dame T-shirt on and some sweatpants. It will do. Quickly I sent a group message.

To: Abs:), El<3, , Whitney Boo

ATTENTION! Girls prom is 16 day, you read correct 16 days away! 15 tomorrow when you can be asked. We need dresses, and to decide hair, shoes, and all that crap. Meet In the kitchen at the studio in 20 minutes. IT'S TIME TO SHOP.

My hair was still curled from yesterday so I just pulled it into a loose pony. I quickly applied, deodorant and lady ax. Time for potty and teeth brushing. Walking into the bathroom, I quickly splashed my face and grabbed the pump for my facewash. Scrubbing all around my face until I could feel bubbles, I suddenly felt a pair of arms around my waist. I cupped my hands and filled them with water, which I threw over my body onto the culprit.

"Ay! Not the hair. It took time for these curls." I heard Harry say as he jumped back. BOOYAH! It was a sweet gesture but, he ought to learn not to surprise me like that.

Giggling I shoved him out. "Quote 'save the crying for your pillow' unquote Abby Lee Miller. I'm going to the loo so goodbye now." Doing my buisness, I came out to look at my phone. I had about 7.5 minutes left. Wow. Time flys.

I walked downstairs and grabbed a brisk strawberry lemonade from the fridge. I cracked open the can and took a sip.

"Hey morgs!" Abby said arriving at the counter. Wrong time my friend.

"Mmmmm." I hummed as I drank from the can. I wiped my mouth then replied. "We have alot of planning to do. Why did we put this off?!?!" She shook her head in response right as Whitney and Eleanor came in.