Living With No Direction

17. Morning After

Look at Zayn being all cute in that gif :), anyways enjoy ;p

Clara rolled over her bed not wanting to get out, but she knew she had to go cook breakfast. "I should really hire a chef" Clara mumbled to herself, she fell over the other side of the bed only to find that Harry wasn't next to her. She groaned and climbed out of bed, walking out of the room. Her hair was a mess and her whole body was stiff. She walked down the stairs a cooking aroma filling her nose. Her eyebrow's scrunched together as she made her way to the kitchen. What she didn't expect to find was Harry slaving over the stove, flipping pancakes. Clara smiled and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around her waist and placing her head in the crook of his shoulder.

"Good morning" Harry laughed.

" Morning, what's this?" Clara asked.

"Well, since you had to cook the Thanksgiving dinner all by yourself I decided to make breakfast," Harry said proudly, switching off the stove and placing the pancakes on a serving platter.

"Have I ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?" Clara smiled leaning up to kiss him.

"No, but it's nice to hear that from you" Harry smiled, kissing her one more time.

"I love you, " Clara smiled before walking over to her coffee pot.

"I know, " Harry smirked while Clara rolled her eyes.

"Wow, " she said, turning the pot on.

Harry laughed, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her, "I love you too" he smiled before kissing her. He lifted her up and placed her on the counter, standing in between her legs.

"Oh lord, can't you guys do that in a place where people don't prepare food?" Niall said covering his eyes as he entered.

Harry sighed and lifted her off the counter, "Great timing Niall" Harry mumbled while Clara laughed.

"Ooh, you made pancakes?" Niall ran over to them, picking one up to place one in his mouth.

"Yes, and you couldn't wait until I served it?" Harry asked, knocking the one he had out of his hand.

"But I'm hungry now," Niall whined.

"Fine if you go wake everyone else up you can get your first" Harry said, then the boy ran upstairs as fast as lighting.

"That boy's twenty-two years old, but he acts like he's five" Clara laughed, and Harry joined her.

They both soon heard footsteps coming towards them, but it was not who they expected. In walked Kendall, her hair a mess and she was wearing Clara's favorite red robe.

Clara, almost spit her coffee out, "Good morning" Kendall said, yawning and walked over to the fridge. Clara looked over at Harry who was avoiding looking at her, acting as if he was looking for something in the cabinets.

Clara walked over to him, grabbing his ear and pulled him out of the kitchen into their hallway closet.

"Ow, ow, ow," Harry said repeatedly, Clara let go of his ear furious with him.

"Why is she still here?" Clara whispered, turning on the small light bulb in there, it ignited the room.

"I-" Harry started, but Clara cut him off.

"And why is she in my favorite robe, which you bought me for my birthday?" she asked crossing her arms.

"Well, she came to me last night and said she was cold down there, but I couldn't find her a blanket so I used the only thing I could find, and it was your robe, sorry?" Harry said scratching the back of his neck.