BABY PINK| h.s. d a d d y

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Adderall -Max Frost

*unedited surprise bitches*

I awoke the next morning with Harry on my mind. He was consuming my thoughts the past few days. I didn't know how I felt about it though it was a nicer feeling knowing someone had enjoyed me as well. Even if it was just my lips. I felt flattered.

I wondered if Harry was still here. It was fairly early, around 8am or so. I decided to hop out of bed and venture downstairs to take a look. I was too awake to return to sleep so I ended up in the kitchen. As I walked in, I heard the stove sizzling and the smell of breakfast invaded my nose.

"Hi Moth-" I stopped, realizing my mother was not the one at the stove and Harry stood with his back facing me, shirtless with nothing but boxers on. I squealed horridly loud. Harry immediately turned around, spatula in hand and stared wide eyed at me.

"Jesus Adeline, you scared me half to death!" He put his hand over his heart and bent over. He's so melodramatic.

"Well I should say the same to you!" I snarled back, cringing and covering Harry so I wouldn't be able to see anything but his head. His curls were in Deseret while they lay in all different directions on his head.

"You can look, baby. I have boxers on." He chuckled, now over that we both terrified each other. I slowly uncovered my eyes to see Harry in full glory, at least what I wanted to see in full glory. Tattoos littered his milky skin as I examined him more thoughtfully. I didn't know Harry had so many, never would've thought about it either. "You like them?" He questioned, leaning back on the counter behind him.

"W-where's my mother?" I ignored his questioned out of embarrassment.

"She left for work half hour ago. It's just you and me." He answered, turning back to the stove to flip the bacon.

It's just you and me.

"She told me to tell you to look into some ballet camps for the summer. She said you don't go out very often." Harry said. I was slightly embarrassed. My social life was not anybody's business but mine.

"I just like to have me time is all." I corrected and Harry hummed in response. He didn't seem like he cared I didn't socialize and I was thankful. He finished the bacon and set it down on a plate on the island.

"Eat up, we've got stuff to do today." He encouraged, sliding the plate towards me.

"We?" I questioned while my brows furrowed.

"Yes we, I told you we had to talk about things." He seemed frustrated. I stayed quiet, nodding and bringing a piece of bacon to my mouth. I wasn't hungry but I ate to decrease Harry's orders. I didn't necessarily like people telling me what to do and that covers the majority of what Harry speaks to me about.

He made a good breakfast though I had already eaten prior due to the adventure he decided to take me on. I'd never been out of the house that late at night. I'd never been out of the house late, period. The whole thing was unexpected. I was frazzled thinking about it now, the way his hands felt pressed up against my bum. My thoughts were adult though I was trapped in a teen's body. I should be thinking about boy bands and friendship bracelets, not what my next move should be on my 23 year old dance company CEO. 

"Finally, I didn't have to threaten you to eat this time." He rolled his eyes while taking both plates up to the counter and setting them by the sink.

"Don't get use to it, Harold." I smirked. It was fun to have the power even if it was for a mere second. Harry just silently shook his head and ran the dishes under soap and water. I won.