Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

7. Oli and Ally

Harry walked into the room with some pillows and a blanket in his hands then throwing them on the floor.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as I sat on his bed in my pajamas.

"Making a bed for myself"

"Why?"

"Don't you want the bed to yourself?" he asked looking up at me where he was kneeled on the floor.

"Well, it's not like we've never been in the same bed together" I blushed.

"Do you want me to come up?"

I shrugged, he stood up with a grunt and laid in the bed pulling the sheet over our bodies. "Goodnight" he said before turning the light off.

"No sex on our first night you two!" we heard Niall yell from the living room making me giggle.

"I'm sorry about him" Harry said.

"Don't be" I continued to giggle.

~ | _ | +

"Vanessa" someone whispered waking me up. "I brought you some coffee"

I rubbed my eyes and sat up taking the warm cup from Harry, "Thank you" I told him blowing on the top of the liquid.

"I'm about to make breakfast"

"Do you need help?" I asked him peeling the blanket away from my body.

"Sure, okay" he walked out.

I stepped out of the bed padding out to the kitchen smelling the aroma of bacon through the place. I leaned up against the counter watching Harry flip the strips with a spatula.

"Can you crack the eggs?" he asked, I nodded and grabbed the carton taking out six eggs. "Do you know how to make pancakes?" he asked peeking over to me over his shoulder.

"Of course"

"Do you think you can, uh, make them for me"

"You don't know how too?" I laughed and he shook his head "Here I'll teach you"

I took out the flour and other ingredients setting them out on the counter showing Harry step by step.

"Who taught you how to cook?" he asked me.

"I can ask you the same thing, last night's dinner was amazing"

He smiled "My mum"

"Me too, she taught me and my brother when I was ten and he was twelve"

"When did your mum die?"

"You're a curious one aren't you?"

"What can I say" he chuckled.

I giggled along with him "She left when I was thirteen"

"How?"

"She-uh, she got sick"

"It must've been pretty bad"

"It was, imagine going to school knowing your mum needed you. I couldn't leave her with my dad"

"Why?"

"That's a different story" I went back to the batter in the pan, I wasn't about to tell him about my father and his...issues.

"Okay" he let it go. "You have a little something" he laughed smearing flour on my cheek.

"So do you" I sprinkled some in his curls, "I think you might have a dandruff problem" I gave him a cheeky smile taking plates with me to the dining room to set the table.