Secrets (On hold)

Chapter Twenty One

*Lauren's POV*

I sigh and stick my key in the front door knob, unlocking it. I had just gotten back from a mile jog around the park down the street from my flat. I can't even remember the last time I went on a run, so I'm quite literally dying.

I step into the house and pull off my shoes, throwing them to the floor by the door. I walk down the hall and see Harry sitting on my couch on the phone. I pay no attention to him as I make my way towards the kitchen. I hear his laugh ring out through the room and smile to myself at the happy sound. When I walk into the kitchen I discover he made breakfast, because his entire mess is left out all over the counter

Chocolate chip pancakes, waffles, and fruit. What is all this about?

I laugh when I notice that he arranged blueberries and raspberries making a smiley face on my pancake. I reach for my phone that's on the counter and jump when I feel arms wrap around my waist. Harry feels me jump and chuckles.

"It's just me." He whispers into my ear.

"Get off me! I'm covered in sweat and I probably smell awful." My shoulder connects with his chest in an attempt to shove him off. He doesn't budge.

"I don't mind." He grips my waist tighter and leans back into me, His chin resting on my shoulder. "No hello kiss?" I feel his smirk against my cheek and can't help but smile.

"I'm covered in sweat. I'll kiss you after I shower." I try to push him off again and this time he takes a step back.

"I have a surprise for you." I look at Harry whose grin is so infectious, I can't help but smile.

I grab a fork off the counter. Harry looks at me and I start eating my pancakes.

"What's your surprise? And thanks for this." I gesture to the plate of food on the counter.

"You're welcome. And don't be mad at me..." Harry watches me anxiously while I eat.

I widen my eyes and take another bite of my food. "What is it?" I rest my elbows on the counter.

"Please just think about it. Honestly think about it because I love you and want to be with you..." Harry starts to ramble and I cut him off.

"Spit it out Harry." I poke him with the round end of my fork.

"I got you a job." Harry says quickly, and watches my face for my reaction.

I stop chewing my food for a second and think.

A job? That could be good right? Did he find it here in London? Or where is it? What kind of job is it? How did he find me it?

"Say something Lauren." Harry's voice brings me out of my thoughts.

I look back down at my plate of food and take another bite. "What kind of job?"

"It's on tour; hopefully you will want to come. It would be amazing if you do. Imagine traveling North America together for nine..." Harry continues until I cut him off again.

"Harry tell me about the job!" I laugh and he rolls his eyes at me then walks over to the refrigerator.

"It's with culinary. They always need help and I know you don't hate cooking. Maybe you will enjoy it." Harry says as he grabs the orange juice out of the refrigerator and pours us each a glass.

"Mary said that's fine?" Mary is the head of culinary on tour. She plans the meals and makes sure everyone eats healthy.

"She said she would love to have you. And she will pay you." Harry tells me excitedly.