Music and Lyrics (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 9

I woke up to the soft noise of a piano playing in the other room. I sat up feeling a sting in my bum but decided to ignore it as the music that was drifting through the flat was so beautiful I couldn't help but move towards it. The closer I got the more I fell into the song, allowing it to fully engulf me. As quietly as I could I walked into the living room, seeing Harry sitting at the piano, swaying with the music. His hands danced across the keys as the smooth melody escaped the instrument. I could tell the song was coming to an end as it slowed.

Harry had released the final chords of the song and just sat there looking at the keys. I walked up behind him slowly and as quietly as I could I wrapped arms around his bare waist. I felt him shudder and I knew he didn't know I was there listening.

"That was beautiful love." He turned towards me, looked up and pulled me down for a deep kiss. I could feel him smiling against my mouth and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

"I didn't know anyone was listening..." He grabbed at my hips and pulled me down to sit on the piano bench with him.

"Now you know how it feels to have an unexpected listener." As I said it I thought of the first day I met Harry. How he snuck up on me and worked his way into my life.

Harry brought his arm up to rub my bare back, and leaned in to give me a give me a quick kiss.

"I didn't wake you did I? I was trying to be quiet, but I got too into the song." He looked at his lap and smiled, his dimples popping out.

"No you didn't wake me." I brought my hand up and combed my fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of it. He hummed in response leaning into my touch.

He started to stand up and stretch. I was staring in awe at how perfectly toned he was. His bare chest and abs that were just coming but not fully there. It was perfect, I mean he was perfect. 

"Last night was... Damn Lou... It was amazing. I didn't know you had that in you."

He winked at me and chuckled before leaning towards me and kissing me roughly. I laid my hand on his bare chest as he sunk lower onto me.

"It was hot."

He said against my mouth. At that I blushed and shoved him softly to break the kiss.

"Easy there Haz, we have plenty of time for that later."

Harry looked down at me and smiled wide, and slowly backing up.

"I'm going to make breakfast, do you want some?"

He started walking towards the kitchen and I stood up following him.

"Sure. Can you cook?" I took a seat at the breakfast bar and leaned against the chair. The cool iron metal back of the chair sending chills up my bare back, but I wasn't willing to get up and go put a shirt on right now.

"Oh, I can cook." Harry looked over at me as he was getting bacon and eggs out of the fridge with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I'm in for a treat aren't I? So what'll we be having then?"

"My famous pancakes, eggs and bacon. I don't want to overwhelm you with anything too fancy." 

He flashed me a smile, and went back to mixing together the batter for the pancakes.

"You really shouldn't be cooking bacon with a shirt off..." I was nervous as he placed the bacon in the hot pan and oil started spurting out.

"Lou I'll be fine don't- SHIT! Oh God that hurt!!" He backed away from the stovetop and was wiping his chest to get the hot oil to stop burning him