I search myself
I want you to find me
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I loved toaster strudels.
I think I’m obsessed with them…
Nearly every breakfast before school I had one, except the times when I was running late.
With my face washed, dressed in a long flannel shirt over some pajama bottoms, I was somewhat halfway ready for school. But who cared? It was Monday. I hated Mondays, mainly because that was the day when teachers introduced new concepts that tended to be actually difficult. And it really didn’t help that I had a speech I was going to have to prepare after school today.
Ugh.
Speech.
I was enjoying the new flavor of toaster strudel I found in the freezer—a cinnamon flavor. My mum surprised me with this; cinnamon was one of my favorite flavors, so I wondered if she actually knew that, or if she just bought it without knowing it was my favorite.
They were fluffy and warm, and they had this sweet and light icing that you spread over the top—you could put a lot, or you could put barely. I put the entire packet, typically just drawing a zig-zag line over the top; I guess you could be rather goofy and draw a face or write something, but I wasn’t that much of an eccentric person.
Anyone could tell that.
I ran my hands thoughtfully through my long, brushed hair, shocked to find it already surpassing my shoulders, weaving down to my chest. Since when did my hair grow this long?
Have you ever noticed that about your hair?
Like you just look in the mirror one day and notice something that you’ve seen every day but overlooked?
This was one of those things.
Furrowing my brows, I tugged a little at the strands of my hair, surprised to find my discovery. I had finished my first toaster strudel and was making my way to eating the second one.
Oh, that was another thing.
You couldn’t just eat one toaster strudel.
Well, I couldn’t.
However, when I was going to grab it, my eyes widened for a fraction of a second to find it gone.
What?
And I was staring at a bare chest—a masculine bare chest, and my cheeks flushed instantly upon noticing who it was.
And there was Harry, holding my toaster strudel, with a bite now taken in the top and chewing on it thoughtfully. His curly hair was messy from sleeping, and the curls were messy and sticking up each and every way.
“Sweet.” He confirmed, although it returned my toaster strudel to my plate. “But too sugary.” I had no time to prepare before he bent down and planted a kiss on the corner of my mouth, his lips spreading into a grin from the blush growing on both of my cheeks. I was relieved to find that he brushed his teeth, so his breath smelled minty and sweet, since he took a bite of my toaster strudel.
“Don’t you look adorable,” Harry murmured, gripping gently on my chin and turning my face towards him to press his lips to mine. My hands hung limply in my lap, and my heart was racing in my chest as he kissed me. His dominance rose over me almost instantly, and I followed his lead, his lips leading me, guiding me, just like everything we’ve ever done.
