Opposites attract. (Harry Styles )

Chapter 23.

Chapter 23.

Song:

She looks so perfect, 5 Seconds of summer.

Back2U, Jessica Mauboy.

 

I woke up by the smell of Bacon and eggs. I turned around in my bed, and saw nothing but an empty place, I was a little bit happy about that, because of what happened last night.

I stood up from my bed and walked to my closet. I found a black t-shirt and one of Harry’s boxers. The t-shirt was also Harry’s, but I don’t bother to put anything fancy on. I am still mad at him and disappointed about him, but I still love wearing his clothes. I walked out to the kitchen to find Harry standing with his back turned to me; I could see his back muscles moving perfectly with every movement that he did. He had a small towel hanging over his shoulder and he was wearing only sweat pants. I can’t help but stare at him, and I don’t think he has noticed me because he hasn’t turned around.

I am a master at being quiet, I can walk all around the flat without making any noise, no matter where I walk or anything I can be really quiet.

“Morning.” Harry spoke, making me almost jump out of my skin.

“Hi.” I told him not looking at him.

“Look,” he said standing in front of me with his hand under my cheek lifting my head up so that I had no other choice then to look at him.

“I am sorry about yesterday, I didn’t mean it like that. It is just that my parents was never the lovey dovey couple, and I really don’t want to end up like them.” he tells me.

“I made you breakfast as a sorry, I now it is not good enough but I will keep doing everything I can to make it up for you.” He tells me, my eyes start to tear up and I look away from him.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I can throw everything away if you want.” he tells me.

“No it is not you, I just feel bad for being an ass last night. I kept on talking about marriage and kids when we have just been dating for about two months. And now you are so nice making me breakfast and everything, even when you did nothing wrong.” I tell him, drying my tears away. He smiles at me, leans slowly in, and pecks me on the lips, before he suddenly shoots up and runs to the stove.

“Fuck!” he yells.

“What happened?” I ask him, walking over to him and see that the egg is completely black.

“I burnt the egg.” He tells me. I suddenly just start laughing for no damn reason.

“What are you laughing at?” he asks me.

“You never learn, do you?” I ask him.

“No.” he tells me.

“Well, every time you make food, you never cook it on the stove because you have a habit of burning food.” I laugh at him.

He can’t cook things on the stove without burning something. Once he was going to cook a steak and he forgot it was on the stove and he burnt the whole thing, and the other steak he barely even cooked. We had to call for takeout pizza instead.

“I don’t burn things!” he demonstrates.

“Uh, yeah you do.” I tell him.

“You should have not said that.” He says before giving me the look that I only have five seconds to run away from him, and I don’t hesitate either.