49 Days With An Angel (Harry Styles Fanfic) // Slow Updates

Chapter Eleven

Los Angeles, California

Alissandra's POV

Today is the first day of our US stay. The lads will kick off their US Tour, three days from now, starting here in Los Angeles. Luckily, I and Harry got ahead of the others. Liam, Louis, Zayn and Niall were left behind in London. The management also allowed us to be ahead of everyone else.

It's a Monday morning and I am honestly too exhausted to get out of the bed. The flight got me quite jetlagged. Luckily, it wasn't that worse as how Harry described it to me, which honestly was exaggerated. 

As I turned to the other side of the bed, a loud knock came into the door. I groaned as another came and I know that it is no other than Harry. 

"Wait up," I groaned and rolled out of my bed and sat down.

"Are you awake?" he asks.

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously," I answered and walked to the door. I opened it and saw Harry, standing infront of me, only wearing nothing but shorts. "Jesus Christ, Styles. Get some shirt and put it on,"

"Aren't you enjoying your view?" he asks with a smirk.

I gave him a sarcastic smile before showing him a frown. "Pervert." I told him and closed the door behind me. I walked to his room and picked out a shirt out from his closet without looking what it was. "Catch," I told him and threw the shirt to him. "Wear that."

"Fine, fine, fine, alright." He laughs and I turned around. "Isn't this something you see in heaven everyday?"

"Perverts has no place in heaven idiot." I said. "And no matter how many people in the earth would say that you look like an angel, yeah I might agree, but there is no way you would be welcome there."

He laughs. "Done," he says. I turn to him and walk past by him. "I made breakfast,"

"Yay," I cheered. I walked to the kitchen and smelled the newly made waffles. "Are those waffle I smell?"

"Yes," he smiled.

"Hmmm, smells good,"

"I cook good,"

"No need to brag," I told him and walked up to the counter where the huge plate of big waffles are. I took a piece as he did the same. I took a bit and savored the smooth and fluffy food inside my mouth. "Jesus, this is so good,"

"Hmm, something I could brag of," he says, with his mouth full.

"Ha, fine," I said as I ate wholely the other side of the waffle, popping it to my mouth as a whole. I sat down on one of the stools and took another piece.

"What do you want? Coffee, tea, milk or chocolate?" he asks as he opens the fridge.

"Milk would do," I answered as took a bite. I watched him as he took out two large cartons of milk. He hands one over and sat down across me.

"So, what are our plans for today?" he asks. I shot him a look.

"I don't know. Aren't you supposed to be the one who should plan things?" I asked.

"Excuse me? You put me up to this," he told me. I raised my eyebrow and took a bite of my waffle.

"I know but still, this is your problem idiot. I am just helping you out." I reminded him. "You've got to be thankful,"

"Someone is trying to get into my conscience and get me to the guilty state of life," He frowned. "Nice,"

"I wasn't. I was just being... right, exact or what."