Hey Angel. //h.s//

//Fallingforyou//

Harry's POV:

My eyes are barely a squint as I try to avoid the blinding light that is coming through my living room window, I notice the empty gap between my arms where she was once laying. Oh. I clear my throat in hopes to rid the lump that's now formed.

'You're up' I hear from behind me, my mouth slowly curving upwards.
'Yeah I, uh, thought you left' I mutter out to her,
'Why would I leave? I haven't made you breakfast' the words bouncing off her lips as she replies with a toothy smile.

'Mm, now that would be a shame.'
'Come and sit down, it's almost ready' she curls her pointer finger gesturing for me to follow her through, I obey and take a seat on the wooden chair at the table.

'Smells delicious' I smirk,
'Well that was the intention.'

I don't peak because I don't want to ruin the surprise of what is cooking behind me, although I can't help but sniff harder in hopes of guessing.

'When is it ready?' I ask with pouted lips,
'When it's in front of you' she smugly replies connecting our lips with a peck.
'Contain yourself please, I don't want it to burn' I laugh to her.

'Sorry master' Oh shit, um. I let out a slight cough, choking on the air I harshly sucked in.

She places the plate in front of me and I look down at the golden toast. I grab the knife and fork, hoping to dig in immediately.
'Wait! I haven't quite finished yet. One more touch' she shouts, sprinkling the teaspoon of sugar over it.
'Now you can' I do as told and slice through the toast and place it in my mouth.

'Oh Jesus that's amazing, what is it?' I ask still chewing, her nose crinkles as she watches the washing machine of food in my mouth.
'It's French toast, my dad used to make it for me when I couldn't sleep' She voice lowers and she bows her head cutting into her food.

'Actually I'm not hungry anymore, do you want this?'
'Eat.' I didn't mean for it to come out this blunt, but I can't take it back now. Her face drops and she still doesn't make eye contact with me, her hands are slightly shaking as she attempts to pick up the cutlery. She sucks her bottom lip in with her top teeth.
I finally gain her attention and she releases her cutlery onto the table, looking in my eyes I can see her green eyes tearing up. I can't see her cry, those pale cheeks as the tears cascade down them, god it makes my heart hurt.

'Look, I'll put it on the side. We can come back to it later. Right now, I'll take you home and you can get dressed. Then, I'm taking you on this date' she smiles as I get out of my seat and stand in front of her with my hand outwards for her to grab. Her small hand takes mine and I pull her up, without a second to waste, I lift her over my shoulder and carry her out of my apartment and down the marble stairs to the lobby. Her hands pound against my back as she pleads for me to put her down.

'Harry! Put me down now, please! This isn't funny anymore, it was in the apartment but not now' she shouts angrily still pounding.
'Well it's pretty funny to me' I joke, earning a bite on the hip from her.

'Ow, that hurt!'
'Good' I can tell she's pouting her lips, I can feel her bottom lip against my back.
'Fine, I'll put you down' I smirk,
'No don't you dare drop me!' She exclaims behind me,
'Wouldn't dream of it Angel.' At this point I tip her body forwards so she falls down slightly, but I place her feet gently on the ground. She stands tall and her eyes become trapped in mine, the sky above quickly becomes grey and I snap us out of our trance.

We walk the 15 minutes it takes to get to Jack's to pick up my car. I shouldn't have left it here last night, I internally reprimand myself for my stupidity.
'It's definitely going to rain' I quickly say as I begin to rush over to the black Range Rover. Before I enter the car, I go round to the passenger door and hold it open for her.
'Such a gentleman' she laughs,
'Only for you' I reply. I walk round to the other side and hop into my car, shifting in my seat as I twist the key in the engine and press the clutch, releasing it and applying the accelerator to go forwards. My cold hand wrapped around the gear stick becomes warmer as I feel her place hers on top, heat rushing through my skin and veins becoming apparent.