Missing Pages (Book 2)

The Man of My Dreams

Harry's POV~
When I woke up all I could think was. .Fuck. Had I really asked him to Marry me last night? What the hell was I thinking? Maybe he didn't hear me. Suddenly he rolled over and opened his eyes, smiling softly. "Morning." He spoke, his deep husky voice filling my ears over the incessant pounding of my heart beating.

"Morning." I fake a smile.

"Want me to make breakfast, or do you want to go somewhere?" He asked, giving me a quick kiss.

"Isn't the host supposed to ask that?" I tease.

"When have we ever played by the rules?" He laughed and kissed me again, deeper this time. I smiled into the kiss, and moved my hand up his chest.

"Why don't we go out, I'm low on breakfast food in the fridge." I said, after we broke apart.

"Deal."

We got up and showered, dressed, and brushed our teeth before heading out into the chilly London air. Maybe he didn't hear me last night? I relax at the thought and he takes my hand in his, we walk down the busy streets of London, fingers intertwined, to a quaint little café. He opens the door for us and we step inside. The smell of butter, cinnamon and baked bread filled our noses and we smiled at each other as we strolled up the the counter. Behind the glass was shelves of different pastries, cinnamon rolls with orange glaze frosting, muffins, croissants, blackberry scones. We ordered a couple coffees and two croissants, Zayn fought me when it came to paying, like he always does, and won.

"Do you always have to pay for every little thing? You're already paying for my school, and now you're buying me a studio in New York. I think it's only fair you let me pay for the little stuff at least." I argue as we sit down at a little table, feeling guilty.

"Your scholarship, that you've worked your ass off for, pays most of your schooling, I only cover the rest. And it's not like you don't have bills, you pay for your flat, and your groceries, and transportation. Besides, you're still in school, and I'm not. Why can't I buy things for you that you need? I like treating you." He kissed my cheek and hands me my coffee.

"I just hate taking your money." I sighed.

"Haz, we've talked about this a thousand times, you're not taking it, I'm giving it to you, there is nothing I'd rather invest my money in than in the man I love. Now eat." He orders, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Fine." I sighed, tearing a piece off of my croissant and eating it.

We spent the rest of the morning walking around London, the spring air nipping at our cheeks as we held each other's hands. "Have you visited your sister's yet?" I ask. "Yeah, I met up with them before the wedding, stayed with them for a couple days before coming to London for the wedding." Zayn smiled fondly. "Safaa told me you went to her football match last week."

"She was an all star. I think she could take Louis on with a couple more seasons under her belt." I stated, and Zayn laughed.

"Louis'd have a fit."

"Haha yeah, probably," I paused, "Did you know Charlie just transferred into her school?"

"Donny mentioned it, yeah, was quite happy about it."

"How's he been, by the way, Donny I mean?"

"He's alright, you know. Considering."

"Any sign of the cancer?"

"No, not yet at least. Hopefully it'll stick this time. Last year was quite rough for him."

"I'm just glad they caught it so fast. Could've been a lot worse."