Remembering Love

Chapter 5

I wake up to blinding lights coming from the window curtains that are currently doing a terrible job of blocking out the dreadful sunlight. I roll over in the bed to block the sunbeams from blinding me any further. I finally decide to hop out of the bed, throwing the comforter off of me as I walk out of the doors and into a slightly unfamiliar hallway. I walk down the hall, and I'm met with the smell of waffles, bacon, and the sight of Harry Styles shirtless, wearing sweatpants that hang low off of his perfectly formed hips, his perfectly toned back muscles and his hair in a perfect head of curls.

"Well good morning,"He beams "How'd you sleep?" He asks with a large cheeky smile on his face.

"Good," I say while yawning. My stomach then decides that it's the perfect time to scream at me for food, and I clench my stomach while looking up to Harry, hoping he didn't hear my tummy's horrendous screech for food.

"Are you hungry?" He laughs and I nod rather quickly.

I then look around the kitchen to see everything Harry has prepared. "You made all of this?" I ask. "How did you know it was my favorite?"

"Lucky guess." He says, while setting the last plate of waffles on his dinning room table. I examine the table, and I am certainly impressed. Raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, my favorite Greek yogurt, with milk and Hershey's chocolate syrup.

"How did you-why... wow." I'm at a loss of words. He really did this all himself. Impressive.

"I just wanted to make breakfast. Now stop your gawking." He smiles while pulling out a chair and gesturing for me to sit down.

"You didn't have to. I would've been content with a bowl of cereal." I laugh.

"No problem really." He says while taking a seat across the table from me and starts piling his plate with the delicious looking and smelling food he has served.

We sit in silence while we finish the large feast that is one million times more delicious than I anticipated. After we devour the food, I help him with cleaning up the kitchen. When we finish, we make our way to the living room and we plop ourselves onto the large sofa with sighs of relief.

After a few beats of comfortable silence, I glance at the clock in the kitchen area and nearly scream. "It's 3 in the afternoon?!"

I fly up from the couch and run to the room I was staying in to grab my things, and realize that I'm not wearing my clothes from last night. Are these Harry's clothes? When did I put these on? Wait did he-

"Where are you going? What's wrong?" He asks looking concerned with how flustered I am at the moment.

"I'm supposed to be with Annie's family for their Christmas party in an hour!" I yell. "I can't get ready in an hour! I need to go! How far is Annie's house from here?" I don't have a way of getting there.

"Madelyn! Calm down! I'm going too. Her house is only a block away. Don't get all flustered!" He says while laughing at me.

"Stop laughing! This isn't funny!" I say while crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm not, I'm sorry. You're just cute when you get all flustered..." He drifts off on the last few words when he realizes what he says, his face turns a light color of pink. "Uhh... So yeah, there's umm... There's a bathroom down there, down the hall, and you can borrow clothes from the uhh... clothes from the closet. I'm sure you can find something that will fit you." He says while scratching the back of his neck. Then turning back toward the door he looks at me sheepishly while closing the bedroom door and walking out. What the hell? I walk to the bathroom and grab a towel from the towel rack, hanging it up on the small nubs behind the door and hop into the shower.

I spend a good amount of time in the shower. Thinking about how I am actually in Harry Styles home. How Harry Styles made me breakfast. How many people could really say that? No one. Absolutely no one.