Cubicle [h.s. au]

15) 2 Become 1

Saturday // Roni

I awoke before Harry. I lied in bed watching his chest rise and fall with each breath, his lips slightly parted for probably a good twenty minutes before finally deciding to get up.

I stared in the bathroom mirror as I brushed my teeth, my other hand grazing over a purple mark that Harry had left on my collarbone. I spit out my toothpaste, replacing the brush in its holder. I bit my lip, grinning at the extra toothbrush next to mine - the one that Harry had used the previous weekend. I'd left it there for him purposefully.

I was flipping the fried eggs in the pan when I heard the water run in the bathroom. A few seconds later I heard footsteps behind me on the kitchen tile.

"Good morning," I greeted him without turning around.

"Morning, love," I heard him say before his arms slipped around my waist.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked as he kissed my neck.

"Mm hm," he sounded. "Very well."

"Good. Breakfast is almost ready."

Releasing me with a sigh, Harry took a seat at the table. I set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him before grabbing one for myself. Then pouring two cups of coffee, I sat down across from him. With a grin, he shoved a forkful of eggs in his mouth.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he shook his head as he chewed.

I shrugged, reaching for my coffee. "Okay then."

"You're just a beautiful sight in the morning," Harry commented after swallowing.

I blushed, sitting back. "That's a nice thing to say."

"And it's true, love."

I bit into my bacon as I watched him watching me. We were quiet for a few moments until he took a sip of coffee, setting down his cup and giving me a wink.

"So," Harry broke the silence, "is it alright to talk about it now?"

"Talk about what?" I asked.

"Your ex. Last night. What did he say to you?"

"Oh," I rolled my eyes. "Nothing really. He just asked what I was doing there. Made some remark about my being out late."

"That's it?" Harry raised his brows.

"Yep. He's a douchebag."

Harry chuckled. I wanted to kiss him. Then he let out a hard breath. "Whew, gotta admit, baby, I didn't like the feeling I got when I saw you talking to him."

"Really?" my eyes widened. "Harry, are you the jealous type? I didn't think you were."

Shaking his head, his dimples dipped in his cheeks. "Not usually, no. But when it comes to you...I dunno..."

My cheeks went pink again as I licked my lips. "Well, I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about. I have absolutely no feelings for Roland anymore."

"So what happened?" Harry inquired, resting his elbow on the table.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It was a lot of little things. That I didn't notice at first, or maybe I did but I just chose to ignore them. Until finally I realized those little things added up to something big. Which was that he didn't feel about me the way I felt about him. And he never had."

"I'm sorry," Harry muttered.

Folding my hands in my lap, I stared at my plate. "He cheated on me," I finally admitted softly. "And he wasn't even sorry about it."