Treadmill (Harry Styles) [COMPLETE] {EDITED}

Fin.

Angie

My phone rings making me wake up. I feel warmer than usual, I squint and look at the person beside me. Harry's asleep. I look under the covers and I'm wearing his shirt. I don't remember slipping into these last night. Maybe Harry put it on me when I was asleep? I smile at the thought that Harry's right beside me and that we slept beside each other.

Last night was magical, I'm not going to lie. I actually never expected him to do this. I never expected to see him yesterday. I never expected that he'd ask me out for lunch. I never expected he'd be getting me flowers. I never expected having dinner with him. And most especially, I never expected having sex with him. I've accepted the fact that we wouldn't see each other anymore once we were done. Suddenly there was hope when I saw Louis. That hope grew bigger and bigger when Louis mentioned Harry was available and that he was in town as well.

Last night made me realise that I want to be with Harry again but I'm not sure if he wants to be with me. There will always be that history and spark between us. Harry's a part of me, I'll admit. And it's destiny and fate that brought us together. Last night made me realise that we are meant to be because if it weren't, we wouldn't be sleeping beside each other.

I look at my phone, it's 6 in the morning, and I have to be in the hospital by 8. I slowly get out of bed, remove Harry's shirt and put my bathrobe on. I turn the coffee maker on and immediately take a shower making sure that I don't wake up Harry. I turn the shower on and wait until the water gets warm enough. I look at myself in the mirror and images from last night run through my head making me smile. I'm here in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror and smiling like an idiot.

I take a quick shower and once I'm done, I see that Harry isn't in bed anymore. Yet his shirt is still on the bed. I look through my clothes and put on a printed scrub suit. I put my socks on and proceed to the kitchen where I see Harry whipping up something. He turns around and smiles at me. I sit on the counter top chairs and pour myself a cup of coffee.

"Good morning," He walks over to me and leaves a kiss on the top of my nose,

"Good morning to you too." I smile, "What are you cooking there?"

"Scrambled eggs and bread. You don't have much in your refrigerator." He replies and I nod,

"I told you I'm rarely home."

"So where do you eat breakfast?"

"In my office, my assistant brings me breakfast from the cafeteria every day." I reply.

"You should eat more." He says as he prepares my plate.

"I really should."

"Are we still on for lunch later?"

"Gladly." I smile and he smiles back at me.

He puts a plate of scrambled eggs, toast and sliced fruits in front of me. He makes himself a plate as well. He sits beside me and leaves a kiss on my cheek before he starts to gobble down his food.

"What time did you wake up?" I ask,

"Once you went inside the bathroom, and then I went ahead to cook you breakfast." He utters.

Once breakfast was done, I do the washing while Harry takes a shower and gets ready. I put all the necessary things inside my backpack and put on my white Nikes. I sit on the couch responding to my family's text messages while I wait for Harry. A few minutes later, he emerges out of my bedroom fully dressed with his clothes last night. He sits next to me on the couch as he puts on his boots.