One Direction fan fiction: Harry Styles

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Only Reason

(Harry's Point of View) 

   I woke up the next morning, to find Michelle was no longer laying beside me. I quietly took the blanket off of me, and sat up. I rubbed my eyes, and looked at the time. 11:01 AM. I quietly crept out of my room, to the living room. It smelled like food was cooking. I quietly made my way to the kitchen, and found Michelle by the stove. She had a pan in her hand. I tried not to make a sound as I walked behind Michelle. I placed my hands on her waist, and brought my lips near her ear. "Morning, beautiful," I whispered. She giggled and turned around. "Morning, Styles," she greeted me with a smile. "Whatcha cookin'?" I asked her as she continued to do what she was doing before I interrupted her. "Omelets," she said with frustration. "Well, it doesn't seem to look like omelets..." I laughed as I looked at what looked to be a glob of yolk. She frowned. "It's alright, babe. Sit down, relax. I'll cook," I said as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. She then smiled, and headed to the living room. 

   (Michelle's Point of View)

   Since I couldn't fall back asleep, I decided to make Harry and I breakfast. I thought it would've been a cute idea. But, it turned out to be a fail, so Harry took over while I went to go to the living room to find something to do. 

   I laid down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. There was absolutely nothing to do. I would watch t.v. but, I tried looking for something to watch before, and couldn't find anything. I tried watching golf, but I got bored after five minutes. I decided to explore Harry's flat, and look around. I spotted a picture of Lou and him on their book shelf next to a copy of "Fledgling: Jason Steed." I went to go look at the book. While flipping through the pages, I managed to drop it. While I went to go pick up the book, I noticed a box beside a pile of books. It had "CDs/Albums" written on it in black marker. I quietly went to go look through it due to my curiosity. The box consisted of albums of the Beatles, Queen, The Ramones, Jimmy Eat World, Blink-182 (which really made me happy, because, it's my favorite band), Nirvana (also a favorite), and some rock bands from the Golden Oldies. I popped Blink-182's album "Greatest Hits" in the CD player, and it started off with "Carousel", but I skipped to "First Date." It blasted through the speakers. "In the car, I just can't wait, to pick you up on our very first date," I sang along on the top of my lungs. I began air drums and the air guitar. "Woah! We have a rock star over here! She may be stealing Travis's job!" Harry laughed over the sound of the music filling the room. I then began dancing, and he just starting laughing. "Don't be a party pooper! Join me!" I laughed as I grabbed his hand. He refused at first, but my    (Harry's Point of View) 

   I woke up the next morning, to find Michelle was no longer laying beside me. I quietly took the blanket off of me, and sat up. I rubbed my eyes, and looked at the time. 11:01 AM. I quietly crept out of my room, to the living room. It smelled like food was cooking. I quietly made my way to the kitchen, and found Michelle by the stove. She had a pan in her hand. I tried not to make a sound as I walked behind Michelle. I placed my hands on her waist, and brought my lips near her ear. "Morning, beautiful," I whispered. She giggled and turned around. "Morning, Styles," she greeted me with a smile. "Whatcha cookin'?" I asked her as she continued to do what she was doing before I interrupted her. "Omelets," she said with frustration. "Well, it doesn't seem to look like omelets...." I laughed as I looked at what looked to be a glob of yolk. She frowned. "It's alright, babe. Sit down, relax. I'll cook," I said as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. She then smiled, and headed to the living room. 

   (Michelle's Point of View)

   Since I couldn't fall back asleep, I decided to make Harry and I breakfast. I thought it would've been a cute idea. But, it turned out to be a fail, so Harry took over while I went to go to the living room to find something to do.