Something About You (Harry Styles fanic) *EDITING*

chapter 24

“They say that time heals all wounds but all it's done so far is give me more time to think about how much I miss you.” –unknown

 

Sam’s point of view:

There was a single ray of light escaping the curtains that dimly lit the room when I woke up. Harry must have gotten up earlier I got up from the comfort of the warm bed and decided to head down to find Harry. The cold morning air hit my cold skin making me shiver, I went to Harry’s closet and found his Jack Wills sweatshirt, the sweatshirt was huge, and it covered my shorts almost completely.

I walked in to find an empty room, maybe he was busy. I felt a pang of disappointment hit me when I didn’t see his face in the morning. There was a glass of water on the counter with two pills next to it and a note attached to the glass

“Gone out to buy some coffee didn’t want to wake you see you in five.

                                                                                         Love your harry”

A smile spread across my face when I saw his note. I love the way he mentioned he is mine. I had just finished having the pills when I heard the front door open. “Good morning love.” Harry kissed me on my cheek making my cheeks turn red “morning.” I smiled at him.

“Here is your coffee.” I took a welcoming sip of the hot coffee as it seemed to soothe my headache. I glanced at harry who was staring at me with a slight smile on his face “What?” I asked snapping him away from his thoughts.

He shook his head chuckling a little “nothing.” He took another sip of his coffee and looked at me and smiled again “harry what is wrong? Is there something on my face or something?” I questioned trying to whip out anything that was on my face making harry laugh.

“Nothing is on your face love” he chuckled as he pulled me by the waist “you just look really beautiful in my sweatshirt” he leaned in and kissed my cheek which was already heating up by the minute “I love how you blush.” Which made me blush further “shut up!” I giggled as I tried to get away from him; he pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around my waist making sure I wouldn’t be able to escape.

He leaned in slowly, the anticipation of  kissing him already made the butterflies in my stomach do somersaults, the effect he has on me scares yet I want more of him. It sometimes feels like I can never get enough of him. His lips felt cold against my warm ones yet the kiss seemed to heat up the room almost instantly. He pulled me closer, closing the little gap we had between each other as he deepened the kiss. I was almost out of breath but I didn’t want to let go of this; these are the moments with Harry that it feels like everything in the world is filled with happiness and as long as I have Harry by my side I will always be happy.

We parted slowly, trying to catch our breaths not breaking eye contact, no words were spoken. The silence taking over us but it was a comfortable silence. “Can we have some breakfast I am like starving?”  I pouted when I heard my stomach grumble making him laugh.

“What would you like?” “Pancakes?” I grinned “coming right up” he gave me a quick kiss and headed towards the kitchen.

I sat at the breakfast bar and looked at him as he concentrated in mixing the batter for the pancakes. He looked so hot while he cooked the way his muscle flexed when he held the blow close to him and whipped the batter, his eyebrows farrowing. He tasted the batter and grinned at the result making me chuckle. I could just sit here watch my own personal show of Harry Styles cooking.