Pride {l.s.}

8- Never An Annoyance

I open my eyes when I feel the sunlight trying to come through. I open them with some difficulty, but I'm too comfortable. As I become more aware of my surroundings, I realize that I'm not in my normal bed. This one is much comfier than my mattress that lies on the ground in my room. It's like sitting on a cloud. It's quite a large bed with white sheets and comforter. I sit up in bed to realize I have the same clothes on from when I went to Harry's. I must have stayed the night for some reason, but then I remember.

We decided to watch some stupid romantic comedy on TV. I didn't like it personally, but I like the way Harry smiled throughout it. I don't remember the ending of the movie. I suppose I feel asleep right on the couch, and Harry moved me here. The thought of Harry carrying me down the hallway and tucking me in gives me butterflies as I make my way to the kitchen to follow the smell of pancakes.

"Good morning, Lou. How did you sleep?" Harry asks as he flips the pancakes over. He's already dressed and ready for the day. I suppose he's a morning person.

"Very well. Did I um fall asleep on you last night?" I ask nervously. I probably looked like an idiot falling asleep while simply watching a movie with a friend.

Harry lets out a laugh. "You fell asleep about half way through the movie. I thought it was best if you just slept over here. You didn't seem to have been sleeping well, so I figured it best to not wake you up. I hope that that was alright with you."

"Oh, it's fine. I just want to make sure that I'm not an annoyance to you, Harold."

Harry smiles at the nickname. "You're never an annoyance, Lou. It gets lonely here. I'm happy to have your company."

"Good. Did you put chocolate chips in those pancakes?" I ask as I sit on the stool next to the island.

"Of course. No other way to eat them."

Harry sets the hot pancakes on a plate and sets them on the counter in front of the stools. He sets two places, one for him and one in front of me. We dig in, devouring the amazing pancakes.

"You're an amazing cook," I inform Harry after I finish my first pancakes and begin to cut my second.

"Oh, it's nothing. I used to work in a bakery when I was young. I kind of fell in love with cooking," Harry replies. He drizzles syrup across his pancakes.

"You might have to teach me how to cook sometime. Well, I know that I don't have a place to cook, but maybe someday you can help me make something," I ramble on before I quiet myself.

"You can eat here whenever you want to. I usually make enough for two anyways. I like to make my own meals, and I don't like the thought of you eating meals that haven't been cooked for you like this," Harry says. "These are the best type of meals."

"Indeed they are."

***

After eating as many pancakes as we could handle, we both have to head to work. It's always disappointing to be hanging out with someone and have it all be ruined by work. I don't mind my work, but sometimes I wish life was all just fun. I wish life was the always as fun as it was when I hang out with Harry. Harry has a wedding across town to attend to, and I have more paintings to get done. Harry isn't able to walk me home, but he makes me promise to text him when I'm at the studio.

"How was it?" Zayn asks the second I walk in. The wall that had been built up between is practically gone.

I smile. I walk around the counter and take a seat next to him. "He made us some dinner, we ate, and then we watched a movie. Nothing too fancy."

"Sounds more like a date then friends hanging out," Zayn comments with a laugh.

I shove him in the shoulder. "It was nothing like a date."