reckless - h.s / mature content

24 - exposed

Millie

My alarm rang, but it didn't wake me. I was already awake since 4am and tried to make some breakfast, to make Monday a tad bit more better. I was standing in the kitchen, perfectly burning the bacon, but the stirred eggs were just fine to my surprise.

The last week went by fast, me and Harry being together at any possible time. Even on the weekend we were just hanging around in each other's apartment, watching some TV shows or movies, ordering food and having sex most of the time. But we promised to go out with his friends on the weekend and not starting to become on of those couples who would always just be in their apartment and cut off all the friendships they had.

Yes, we referred to each other as couples.

But still, we really haven't had a label. We were not fooling around and I was happy to say, that Harry made me open up, even though I hadn't told him all my secrets. But some. I just told him a bit about my parents, which I hated and my brother.

When my alarm clock rang for the 4th time, because Harry probably hit the slumber button all the time, I made my way into my bedroom.

He was cuddled up in my pillows and my blanket, just his curly brown hair sticking out.
I quietly climbed into bed, lying on top of him, over the duvet. "Good morning, sleepy head." I mumbled and kissed the bit of skin on his forehead that was sticking out.
"Mhmm.." he grumbled.

I've come to know, that he wasn't really a morning person. He liked to stay in bed for as long as he could, but he still doesn't want to have a rushed morning. So he woke up half an hour before he had to leave, so he could take a shower and eat some breakfast.

"I've tried to make you breakfast, get up." I softly whispered, my limbs spread around his body, which was still covered with my thick blanket.
"You are the best girlfriend." he tiredly mumbled and that's when I felt him tense up. Did he just refer to me as his girlfriend?

What.

"I mean.. oh my fucking God." he grumbled and pulled the duvet a bit down. He was now locking eyes with me, his green eyes somehow scared. I didn't know what to reply. I seriously was at a loss for words. How does one reply to that?

"I'm.. I will just.. I mean, come out whenever you're ready... I'll wait." I spoke slowly, getting down from him and walking out of my bedroom, closing the door behind me. Then I leaned on the door and sunk down.

What.The.Fuck.

My eyes were just staring into space, as I observed his words.
Would I mind being his girlfriend? Would I mind the commitment? Would I mind the label? I didn't know what to think. I heard Harry grumble some words to himself, the only one I could decipher was 'stupid'.

I got up again and walked into the kitchen, sitting down with the already finished breakfast on the table. I had no appetite anymore.

Harry's long frame came to sight, as he regretfully walked into the kitchen, his eyes searching for mine.

"Millie.." he started but I interrupted.
"Harry, it's okay. I was just a bit.. surprised? I mean, it's so sudden. And I just don't know the answer yet.." I told him honestly, trying not to make him upset.
He understandingly nodded and sat down, slowly eating my poorly made breakfast.

We sat in silence, as he ate.

Fucking shit, was that awkward.

"You know, I thought about showing you the most beautiful places England's." he fumbled with his fingers, not making eye contact.
"What do you mean?" I asked carefully and he just shrugged. "I dunno, I mean you are here for a few months and haven't seen anything but this hole and London is really beautiful, so I thought I could show you some things." he nervously spoke, but his idea was brilliant.
"Harry," I smiled brightly and he looked up, "that would be so so kind. I'd really love to see more of England." I swooned and he started smiling again. "Really?" he asked unsure but I instantly nodded. "Yes, show me the most beautiful places here." I grinned and he nodded.