Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Bathtubs Or How Harry Hit His Head

Hi everyone, a cute little chapter for my Clarry fans (no worries, Louis will definitely pop up again in the next chapter) which I hope you'll enjoy. All the love, Summer xxx Ps. This is one of my favourite gifs of Harry. Just LOOOOOK at him! *wants to pinch his cheek* 

It had been a week since Harry's birthday and I had plunged myself into work again, resulting in no social life and very little sleep. I haven't had any time to see Louis the whole week and for tomorrow I had finally agreed to take a day off work to spend some time with him. He had promised me to drag me out of my flat and I was really looking forward to seeing something that wasn't the library, a lecture theatre, work or my bedroom. But today, I wanted to take a day off and just use the day to take care of myself, by actually eating a proper meal, maybe taking a bath and binge watch some friends episodes. 

With a groan, I turned around and pulled the blanket over my head, not able to motivate myself to leave my warm and comfortable bed just yet. Just as I was drifting back to sleep, the door bell rang. Lily was sleeping over at Niall's so there was no one else to answer the door. I played dead and hoped that whoever was at the other side of the door would just give up and go away.  Unfortunately that wasn't the case and the door bell rung again. With an annoyed huff, I pushed the blanket off my feet and shuffled towards the door. "I'm coming, I'm coming..." I mumbled and fiddled with the keys, before I managed to unlock the door.

Harry was standing on the other side of the door with a wide grin on his pretty face, as his eyes wandered down my body, taking in my tired state and particularly focusing on my bare legs which were only covered by an over sized t-shirt. "It's ten am, Harry, some people like to sleep in on a Saturday." I told him and run my hand through the birds nest which was currently my hair. "Good morning to you, too, love." He grinned down at me and then held up a bag and two cups of coffee. "I brought you a cinnamon latte and buns." Grudgingly, I opened the door a bit more, just enough to let him in without exposing my legs to the cold for too long. "I knew that would convince you." Harry said with a smirk while he took off his shoes and jacket and then strolled into my kitchen, acting like he owned the place.

"I'll, eh, I'll just put on some trousers, if you don't mind." I blushed a bit and he turned around with two plates in his hands and grinned. "Well you don't have to cover up on my account, but I bet your boyfriend would prefer it if you weren't running 'round half naked around other guys, I suppose." I blushed a bit at the word 'boyfriend' and quickly walked back into my bed room where I grabbed a pair of leggings, a bra and my hairbrush. After unsuccessfully trying to untangle my hair, I gave up and simply pulled it into a messy bun and made my way back into the kitchen where Harry had already made himself comfortable, happily munching on his bun, his long legs spread out in front of him, seemingly completely content with the situation. 

I plumbed down onto the chair on the other side of the table and took a sip from my cinnamon latte. "Thank you for bringing me breakfast." He looked up from his bun, which he was trying to cover with jam, and gave me a warm smile. "Well, I gotta make sure that you eat, don't I?" He shot me a stern look and I quickly looked down at my coffee. "I asked Lily and she said she hasn't really seen you eat anything since the funeral and assumed that you just ate on your way to work or at uni. So have you? Have you been eating, Claire?" he asked me seriously and I kept my eyes fixed on my bun and hesitantly took a bite. "Claire, I'm talking to you." I looked up and saw concern written all over his face and put my bun down again.

"I have been eating." I told him and hoped that he wouldn't ask how much, but I was unlucky. "Have you been eating regularly?" he dug deeper and I looked down at my coffee and shook my head. "Fuck, Claire, why are you starving yourself? We're all worried about you, love." He sounded concerned and a little bit angry. "I am just not hungry, okay?" I defended myself, a hint of anger in my voice. "I just can't eat anything and I am never hungry when I'm busy. Why do you care so much anyway?" I saw hurt flash through his green eyes and immediately felt bad for saying anything. "Why I care?" His voice was very calm and suddenly a bit deeper than usually. I nodded and he got up and run a hand through his hair.