The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

TBITB|| XXXI

Chapter Thirty-One of 'The Boy In The Basement':

Jocelyn spent the night that night, she slept in the spare room, Dad slept in his room, and Harry slept with me in my room. My head was spinning that night.

I know I said I was happy for them and stuff, but I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. I know Harry would never date her. And, she is seeing my Dad. And, I think Harry loves me.. Hell, what am I saying? He's just here to protect me, because he made a promise to Dad.

Harry held me close in his arms that night, and while he was sleeping, I was wide awake staring up at the ceiling. Whenever I did fall asleep, I looked like a zombie.

"Alice, it's time to wake up." I could hear my Dad whispering to me in my sleep. It felt like my eyelids were glued shut together. I was too tired, I didn't want to get up. It was a bit cold right now. I opened my eyes to see my Dad.

I turned my head to see if Harry was there, but he wasn't. I frowned and looked at Dad. "Don't worry. He woke up early to help me with breakfast. Jocelyn woke up before all of us because she had to go to work." Dad said, clearing up my questions.

I nodded my head and yawned. I still find it nice how well Dad and Harry are bonding. They're like best friends who haven't seen each other in years. I began smiling to myself.

"Well, breakfast is ready and it's almost 11 in the morning," he said. I sat up as he began walking out of my room. "Oh, and Alice? That Zayn guy called and said you can go to his shop whenever you can." I smiled.

"Thanks, Dad." he nodded with a smile and walked out of my room. Before I went to bed last night, well got in bed, I called the shop this Zayn guy owns, to see when I could set up a appointment for a lesson.

He seemed like a very nice young man. And, I was excited to get lessons from him. It would be amazing to be able to draw professionally. To be honest, not many people know this about me, but it's always been a dream of mine to draw. Not for money, but for fun, and people's entertainment.

Babe, I miss you! Please hurry and come down stairs.

I began blushing at Harry's voice in my head. He sounded like a little kid who got their candy taken away. And I coudn't stop the wide smile on my face.

I got up off from my bed and began heading downstairs. The aroma of pancakes and bacon filled the air, and my mouth began watering. I better keep these guys around, because they can cook extremely well.

I walked into the kitchen and I wanted to laugh at the sight I saw. Harry's and Dad's backs were facing me, but you could see a white apron wrapped up around their necks, and backs. They were both cooking on the stove, they looked like twins!

I began snickering and they both turned around with big smiled plastered to their faces. I smiled and waved, sitting down at the end of the table in the kitchen.

"Good morning, princess." Harry kissed my cheek, which caused me to blush, and set down a plate filled with pancakes slithered in butter and syrup, and a side of three pieces of bacon. This was a lot. Even for me, and I am in love with food.

"Oh, my gosh. Do I look like a futball team?" I joked and looked at them. They laughed. "No, you need some weight on you." Dad pointed out. I looked down and realized how skinny I actually was. I began feeling embarrassed because of how skinny I was.

"Now do you realize why you have so much food?" asked Harry. I looked up at him, smiling and nodding my head.

"Well, then you better start eating because that looks mighty delicious, and I am starving." he laughed, and so did Dad and I. I picked up a fork that Harry brought me and starting cutting my pancakes.