(Your POV)
I roll over under my blanket, reaching out to Harry's side and feeling around for him. But he isn't there. I groan, and lay back on my back.
I peel my eyes open, staring up at the ceiling. I flicker my eyes to the side. The door is open.
I sit up quickly in realization. Is it?.. It's Valentines Day! "eee!" I squeal, trying my hardest to stay quiet. Should I wait for him to come in here? Should I go out there to see him?
Did he forget?
The sweet smell pouring through the doors fills all of my senses. And I know he didn't forget. I pull my blankets back smoothly, and step out of bed. It's much colder without the barrier of my warm duvet. I creep out of our bedroom, and down the hall. I peek my head from behind the corner and see Harry standing there, arranging various foods on a tray. He's wearing a grey hoodie, and some dark blue boxers. His hair is is sticking up in all different directions (even moreso than usual).
He brushes his hands on his hoodie, and rests his hands on his hips, huffing. He reaches down, rearranging the whole tray. I reach my hand up, giggling into my hand. He stand up straight, and tilts his head slightly. Shoot. Apparently I wasn't quiet enough. I run to our room as fast as I can, without making too much noise.
I jump onto my side of the bed. I pull the blankets over me, and squeeze my eyes shut. A few minutes pass, and I hear footsteps creaking against the floor. He shuffles around, cursing under his breath as something knocks over. The bed rocks back and forth as he settles himself down.
I sat there for something like three minutes, when I hear quiet snores coming from behind me. At that, I turn over, seeing a sleeping Harry. I stare at him for a little while until a smile creeps along his lips, and then he starts to giggle.
He opens his tired, green eyes. He's so beautiful. Some people find it weird to call a guy beautiful, but he is, no doubt. But he's also a "brat!" I say out loud.
He leans over and leaves a kiss on my forehead. "Happy Valentines Day, Love." He whispers, getting up from the bed, running out of the room. "Stay there!" He shouts back to me.
A few moments later, he walks in with a tray, and places it on the bed between us. I can't help but admire the delicious looking food he prepared for me. On a plate in the middle of the tray are, pink dyed heart-shaped pancakes. Some sliced Strawberries and Bananas are on the side. Above the plate is a tall glass of orange juice, and a still steaming mug of coffee; my name printed in fancy letters on the side of the mug. And in the corner of the tray is one red Rose sitting in a tall glass.
I can't help but giggle, because obviously vases are meant for flowers, not cups. But it just makes it better, to be honest.
I look up at him. "I love it!" I say, jumping up and wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Are you sure? Cause I could make something else, or maybe you would rather me order something? I couldn't remember if you liked Apple or Orange juice so I jus-"
"Whoa, slow down," I say, putting my hands against his chest. "Calm down would you? I said I loved it didn't I?"
"Yes, but-"
"It's perfect."
I see the worry fade from his eyes, "you're perfect."
A blush creeps it's way onto my pale winter cheeks.
Stupid Winter. Stupid feelings.
My thoughts are cut off when he places his lisp against mine. The fire ignites, and the butterflies seem to be having a party in my stomach.
"Mmm" he hums.
I let out a breathless laugh, pulling my lips away, but resting my forehead against his. "What?"
"I said," he kisses me."I," again. "Love," again.
"You." I finish for him.
He pushes me over so he's hovering over me, our faces inches apart. He latches our lips together again, deepening it as he slips his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues move in sink as we continue to kiss.
When we're both short of air, we pull away.
He looks me in the eyes, giving me a cheeky smile. "Why don't you have your breakfast before it gets cold."
"Open wide, here comes the train!" Harry says in a baby voice.
I open my mouth and he makes train noises as he puts the fork in my mouth, letting me slide the pancake off.
"Why thank you." I say, bowing my head slightly. I shiver, pulling his oversized shirt, on me anyways, over my knees to keep me warm.
"You're cold?"
I nod.
"Well, that's just unacceptable." He scoots over to me, wrapping his long arms around me, warming me up instantly.
"I love you." I say, nuzzling as close to him as I can get. He squeezes me closer.
"I love you." He repeats. "Happy Valentines Day."
"Happy Valentines Day."
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How was that, Autumn?
