"Harry, just-just let me go. Please," I said, tears flowing from my eyes.
"Oh, no, baby. You came to me. I took you. Now you're mine."
Before she met Harry, Mia was an ordinary girl. Then her best friend, Alexa takes her on a vacation London, where...
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Harry's kitchen
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Mia's P.O.V
I heard sizzling and singing as I made my way to the kitchen.
'Can we fall, One more time Stop the tape And rewind, oh Cause if you walk away, I know I'll fade, Cause there is nobody else It's got to be yoooou Oh, only yooooou'
"Harry, you never told me you could sing," I said, causing him to jump.
"Oh, Mia, you startled me," he said, smiling.
"I'm sorry," I said, leaning onto the cool steel that topped the black island. I liked watching him. The way his muscles flexed when he moved the skillet. I felt my face get hot, and I looked down.
"The food is almost ready," he said, leaning onto the island next to the stove top. God, his accent killed me.
"What's on your mind love?" he asked, breaking my thoughts
"It's nothing, I just like your accent. That's all."
"Hmm, just my accent," he said, furrowing his eyebrows at me with his hand on his chin. "Are you sure that's all, love?" he asked, turning back to me.
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I couldn't help but laugh. He was just so cute, adorable, even. "Well, there's a lot I like about you Harry."
"Mmm," he said, returning to the pancakes and getting plates to put them on. He grabbed some strawberries from the fridge and he got two bowls from the cabinet. He sliced the strawberries and put them into the small dishes he pulled out.
"Bon Appétit," he said, sliding a plate of three pancakes towards me, already buttered and coated in syrup. Next to it were two well cooked strips of bacon and a sunny side up egg. This breakfast looked like it came from off of a menu.
"Ohhh, fancy, " I said digging my knife and fork into the pancakes. He stared at me, waiting for a reaction. I looked back at him, my mouth still filled with chewed up pancake.
"It's good, if that's why you're starting, " I laughed. He chucked a little and said, "I'm sure they are. I leaned from my mum. Would you like anything to drink," he asked, walking over to the fridge. "I have orange juice, apple juice, milk, tea, coffee...."
"I'll just have orange juice, " I said, cutting him off. He turned and looked at me, as if to say, 'You could've let me finish. '
"Sorry, " I said, looking back down at my plate.
"It's no worries. We'll get your mannerisms fixed soon enough, won't we?" He gave me the glass of orange juice.
"You're not gonna eat?" I asked, crunching into the last piece of bacon.
"Ah, I don't want anything big, I'll be fine with some oatmeal and fruit. "
"Hmm, you're on a health kick, I see. You trying to fatten me up?" He laughed and I grinned, chewing up the last of my pancake, and finishing my strawberries. I got up, taking my dishes to the sink.
"I got it, " he said in an attempt to take the plate from me. I turned away from him. "No, no Harry please, I got it. " I began running water onto the plates and glass. I took the sponge and put it under the soap dispenser that ejected a lime scented soap.
"Why is your house so big, " I asked, laughing. "It's just you here. " He was quiet and I turned to look at him over my shoulder. He looked down and I grabbed a piece of paper towel, turning off the water and drying my hands.
"What is it?"
"You really wanna know why my house is so big, " he asked, twisting his lip and looking down at his hand that was resting on the countertop.
"Yeah, I do, " I said, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. I mean, whatever it was, it couldn't be that bad.
