Your Little Secret (Harry Styles Fanfic)

63: "His eyes"

Mollie POV

I stretch my arm out across the bedding expecting to feel Harry's warm bare chest, but I don't. I yawn, forcing my heavy eyes open. The burning sunlight shines through the curtains, my hands falling onto my face as an automatic reaction to protect my eyes. Jesus.

I roll over, picking up my phone and taking in the time. *11:27*. Woah! I laid in! To be fair we did go to bed at 3. I wonder what time Harry woke up?

I slide out of bed, still stretching trying to wake myself up. I open the bedroom door, thinking I was going to see Harry sitting on the sofa...but again...I dont. Where is he?

A piece of paper sitting on the table captures my eyes. I pick it up, reading the words I hold in front of me.

Mollie,

I've just gone to say goodbye to my Mum and Gemma before they go back to Cheshire, I didn't want to wake you. Stay here till I get back, make yourself at home.

-Harry x

I place the note back down, taking a seat in front of the telly. Might as well make myself comfortable.

I wish he would have woken me, I would have liked to say goodbye to Anne and Gemma. The last they saw of me was at the after party and they both said how they wanted to meet up again.

Knock knock

Crap. Someone's at the door and I'm sitting here in nothing but my knickers and Harry's top.

"One minute!" I fluster, would Harry have a dressing gown or anything? I quickly stand, only to be frozen to the spot as Louis wals in.

"Morning." He beams. "Only me. Is Harry here?"

The temperature in my face changes. To be honest he had seen me in less clothing before...

"Hi. And no he's out for a bit. He shouldn't be too long if you want to stick around?"

"Great, thanks." He replies, "so what did you to get up to after the after party?" He asks, plunking himself into my previous seat.

"Umm, nothing. Just came home and went to bed." I lie, not wanting to tell him what really happened.

"Nothing else?"

"Well we went in the pool for a bit." I add. "But that was it. What about you?" I try to flip the spotlight over.

"Just went home."

"Oh."

There's a silence as I remember my lack of clothing.

"I'm just going to get ready." I speak, heading into the bedroom and collecting my clothes.

I take a hurried shower and change in the bathroom, drying and brushing my hair in there too.

I return back to louis, who had made himself quite comfortable laid out watching TV.

"You hungry?" I ask, walking to the kitchen.

"Yeah a little, why? Are you making something then?"

"I was going to make scrambled eggs or something. Want some?"

"If that's alright?" He queries.

"Yeah fine. Won't be long."

I debate about whether to make Harry some but I don't know when he is going to be home.

l raid the fridge for the ingredients and waste no time in preparing the breakfast...well it's probably classed as lunch now.

My taste buds tingle in desires as I begin dishing up. It smelled heavily. I walk back over to Louis, handing him the plate.

"Thanks."

It tasted pretty good actually. I wasn't the best at cooking but it didn't taste too bad.

We both sit, watching the TV enjoying our food.

"So what are you doing for the rest of the day?" Louis randomly speaks.

"I don't know," I shrug, "probably just helping my mum out around the house."

"Not with Harry then?"

"I don't know. He hasn't mentioned anything. But if he wants to do something then I'll stay with him as I don't have any other plans."

He laughs taking a bite of his meal.

"What?" I nervously giggle.

"Its just you two. You get off to a really weird start and now look at you. You're staying over, wearing his tops. It's weird to see him doing that."

"Does he not normally do that?" I finish my mouth full.

"Not really," he shakes his head. "He's got a real thing for you you know."

I look down, not wanting to show my pink cheeks.

"And by your reaction I can see you're really into him too," he chuckles, placing the plate on to the coffee table.

"I do." I admit. "He's a umm...a real unique person," I stutter with embarrassment.

"I've never seen him act the way he does around you. It's different."

"How? What do you mean?"

"Just he's always smiling. And I mean always. He just looks at you and you can see in his eyes that he's lost in you." He laughs. We take the piss out of him sometimes but it's sweet really. He deserves someone who can make him feel happy the way you do. Someone who won't use him for his fame, which I know you wouldn't."

My heart stops for a second. That's the sweetest thing I've ever been told.

"He never shuts up about you either," he rolls his eyes in amusement. "Any little thing you say that he thinks is the tiniest bit funny, he will tell us about it, even when it's not that exciting."

"Really?"

"Yes! He is seriously head over heels for you Mollie. Next time you have a conversation just look at his eyes and you'll see."