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Chapter 12: Secret

I know I don't know you
But I want you so bad
Everyone has a secret
But can they keep it
Oh no, they can't  

Secret - Maroon 5

MY EYES WANDERED confused around the room for a few seconds until I finally realized that I was in the guest's room. Last night it felt weird to take Harry to my bedroom, to the bed I shared with Matt for so many years. It was probably too much overthinking, but it just didn't feel right.

The bed was empty on Harry's side and I cringed at the idea of him leaving. It wasn't so crazy to think about it; it was a one night stand after all. Or a two-night stand.

Just that.

A knowing smile curved up my lips as I attempted to leave the bed and felt my whole body aching from the night before.

I managed to make my way to the bathroom and throw a robe on top of my sleeping t-shirt - I apparently managed to put one on after- before heading downstairs. I was relieved to be surprised by a tall, lean figure in the kitchen. I rested my body on the door frame in silence to appreciate the view. He was in front of the counter giving his back to the door where I was standing. Slightly leaning to the right, a tanned wide muscular back, dark gray tight boxers, hair pulled up in a bun, left foot crossed behind his right leg, his hands, and all of his attention on his phone. Humming a melody that I could not distinguish. I spent a few seconds admiring him in silence before clearing my throat to get his attention.

He startled and turned around grinning, "You are awake! My phone was buzzing and I didn't want to wake you and then I was completely awake, so I made coffee, hope you don't mind..." he explained while approaching and circling his arms around my waist, pressing his forehead to mine.

My stomach flipped, "Of course not! Any important call?" I found myself inquiring.

"Just my mum wishing me happy New Year," he shrugged before leaning to kiss me softly on the lips, the uneasiness I felt by thinking his mom might know about us was then replaced by a deep feeling of content.

"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured before pressing his lips to my temple and hugging me tighter.

"Morning H," I replied quietly, savoring the moment and stroking my hands along his back, "aren't you cold?"

"Not really..." he said, "coffee?"

"Please! My head is pounding," I begged.

He took my hand and guided me to the kitchen table, "Just sit here," he said before placing a kiss on the top of my head.

He was moving around my kitchen as if it was his and it took me a few seconds to realize it was my house, "I'm the host H! I should be serving you..." I protested.

"Not a chance!" He said before placing a glass of orange juice and a Tylenol in front of me, "take it," he commanded with a smile.

I nodded following his order; he came back with a cup in each hand, coffee for me and tea for him. After sitting beside me, he placed his right hand on my thigh moving it up and down making me shiver in anticipation.

"What song were you humming?"I asked.

"Oh," he doubted, "just something new I'm working on with Jack, it's not nearly finished."

"What is it about?" I asked while blowing the steam on my coffee cup.

He licked his lips, "It's a love song," he said, hinting that he was not willing to tell me anything else.