Life is a Prologue

Chapter 9

I awaken later than usual, due to the fact that Harry and I stayed up until 2am.

I groggily shove my feet on the floor and pad down the hallway towards the kitchen. I hear quite snores coming from the couch. I shriek.

It's only then that that memories from last night flood back into my mind.

Harry and I eating ice cream, watching two movies, me telling him to sleep on the couch.

I giggle when he hears the shriek and gives a loud snort, still sleeping. He buries his face deeper into the pillow and continues with his slumber.

I quietly serve myself some warm tea, more aware of my surroundings since my little freak-out episode.

Halfway through my tea, Harry shoves himself off the couch. Looking disoriented at first, he then realizes where he is and heads toward the kitchen.

"Good morning, Sunshine," I joke. He has a scowl on his face. "Sleep well?"

"Coffee," he commands, "I need coffee."

"Sorry Pal, I don't like coffee enough to have a coffee maker. But I do have tea!"

"I need coffee."

"And I need a million dollars and a hot boyfriend, but that's not happening any time soon, now is it?"

He ignores my sarcastic remark and slips on his shoes. "I'm going down the the corner bakery." He announces before heading for the door.

After he leaves, I fall into the couch, still drowsy from my night. Harry knocks on the door ten minutes later.

"Welcome back, Sunshine." It's a very ironic nickname for him. I like it. But he seems to be in a much better mood now. It must be due to the half full cup of coffee in his hand.

"Hello! Breakfast is served, Madam." He announces with a silly little bow.

He presents two cinnamon muffins larger than my palm, along with some juicy red berries.

"Bon appetite."

We both dig in to the muffins, muttering words like "delicious" and "perfect" between bites.

After we've both devoured our muffins, we chow down on the fruit.

Within 15 minutes, there isn't a crumb left.

"I feel like a bear preparing for hibernation," I groan, lazily walking toward the couch.

We end up watching some crappy television show that neither of us seem interested in.

Halfway through, Harry receives a call. He retrieves his sleek looking iPhone from his pocket.

"Yes?"

All I hear through the phone is shouting.

"Woah, woah, okay, chill out. We'll be there soon! Dang. Okay! I understand!" He finally hangs up and springs off his feet.

"We're late for work."

"What?" I question, also jumping onto my feet.

"The other day, Simon told me to tell you that we have a photo shoot today. I forgot to mention it."

"Harry!" I shout, "I could get fired!"

"You won't. I'll tell him it's my fault." He sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "Go get ready. He said to be there within an hour."

I dash down the hallway, grabbing a towel and washcloth on my way.

I take the fastest shower I've ever taken. Once I'm done, I secure my towel around me and head to my room to finish getting ready. I have to look presentable. But what do I wear?