Broken (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 6: Breakfast Blues

Harry's POV:

 The booming effect of footsteps striding up the stairs echoed throughout the house. Niall and I had woken up extra early this morning-- due to jet lag-- and explored around the area. We had walked down to the local park and watched the ducks for a while and watched the children play on the equipment.

 It was lovely.

 When we got back, Niall suggested going out for a quick run around the block-- however I decided to stay home just in case Grace had woken up.

 By the time Niall had gotten back, I had showered and gotten changed back into some comfy clothes. I didn't really know what we were going to do today, so I decided to play it simple.

 Now, I was going back upstairs into the bedroom I share with Liam and was changing back into some regular clothes.

  Going with an everyday look, I slipped on a black pair of trousers, followed with my grey oversized jumper due to the colder weather. 

 I walked into the bathroom and started to tame my unruly curls. I added in some product to decrease the curl and give it a more looser look.

 When I was completely satisfied with my look, I walked over to the wall outlet and pulled my phone out from it's charging position and stuffed it into my pocket. 

 I exited the bedroom, and make my way over to Niall's bedroom. 

 I gently knocked on the door-- indicating that I was finished.

 He opened the door, and I came to face with the Irish lad.

 "Are you finished?" I queered, leaning my body against the door frame.

 He slipped his arm into the cardigan that he was now fitted upon his body. He nodded at me and gave me a quick smile.

 "Let's go have breakfast then." He claimed, stepping past me and downstairs.

 I could identify pans and pots clanging against each other in the kitchen.

 "Shit." Grace muttered to herself.

 "Are you alright?" Niall rushed over to her to assist.

 She flinched away as soon as Niall placed his hand on her shoulder. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

 Without hesitation, I picked up the appliances off the floor and put them on top of the kitchen counter.

 "Grace, are you okay?" I asked, concern lacing my tone.

 "Fine." 

 I gave her a weird glance, as did Niall.

 "Just a little bit clumsy. . ." She lightly chuckled, avoiding eye contact.

 I was about to ask further questions, but she cut me off straight away. 

 "I-I prepared some breakfast for you. . . It's on the dining table." She stuttered.

 Grace strolled over towards the hardwood table and sat down on one of the excess chairs.

 Situated on the table were two plates full of pancakes. On the sides were toppings on which you could help yourself to.

 "Aren't you going to eat anything?" Niall queered.

 "I already ate." She responded, her voice still a little bit weary.

 He nodded in silence.

 I didn't want to think about this anymore that I probably was, but I didn't think that it was possible to prepare and eat an entire meal within a space of ten minutes.