I woke up the next morning next to Harry, light snores leaving his partially opened mouth. I brushed a curl from his eyes as I admired his slightly chubby cheeks, his long eyelashes, and his pink lips. I placed a kiss on his cheek before lifting myself from my bed and made my way into the bathroom. I did my normal morning routine: brushing my teeth, pulling a brush through my hair, and washing my face. By the time I was done Harry was awake and watching me as I made my way back into my bedroom.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," I said with a wink.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Good morning to you, too." He pulled back the covers and walked over to me, placing a kiss to the corner of my mouth before making his way into my bathroom.
I made my bed and grabbed a pair of shorts and a mint green tank top out of my closet. I was in the middle of pulling my shirt off, having already taken off my pajama shorts when Harry walked in. I leapt out of his view and hid behind my closet door. "You would walk in while I was changing."
"Hey, I don't mind," he said and I could just imagine the cheeky smirk he had on his voice.
"Well, sucks for you because that's not happening for a while, Mr. Styles." I finished changing and walked out of my closet to see him already dressed and ready to go. I grabbed his hand and led him down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Good morning, love," my dad said from the kitchen table while taking a sip of his morning coffee. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before I went on a hunt for something to eat for breakfast.
Harry greeted my dad with a "morning sir" and joined him at the table.
"Cereal or toast, Harry?" I asked him, placing three arrangements of cereal on the counter.
"Well, since you already have it out, I'll have cereal."
"You want toast, don't you?" I looked at him with a flat expression, already putting the cereal back in the pantry and grabbing the bread from the refrigerator.
"Yes, please," he smiled at me. Butterflies immediately erupted in my stomach and I had to bite down on my bottom lip to prevent myself from grinning like an idiot. I placed the toast in the toaster oven and poured Harry and I each a cup of tea, doctoring it just the way we like. I placed the cups on the table before directing my attention to the paper in front of my dad.
"William Hesley Said To Be Launching A New Company!" the front page screamed. I looked up to my dad.
"You're launching a new company?" I asked him, scrunching my nose as I tried to remember if he had told me or not.
My dad was the ex-owner/CEO of a big -in fact massive- car company. I was practically raised in the eye of the press, which is not as great as it seems.
"Of course not, Brighton. I retired for a reason." When my parents got divorced, my dad was really depressed and the company started to go downhill, so he retired. Who wouldn't have been depressed, though? For God's sake, my mom left my dad for his good friend and lawyer. "Besides, what have I always told you?"
"Never believe the press, you want answers then go to the source," I recited. He'd told me this on many occasions throughout my past eighteen years.
I sauntered over to the toaster and spread butter and strawberry jelly over Harry's two slices and grape jelly over mine. I placed the toast on two plates and sat down next to him.
"Thanks, babe," he said as he kissed me cheek.
"I know you guys are dating," I gave him a look telling him that we weren't dating, "or something and you're an adult Brighton but please just keep the romantic stuff down around me. You're my baby girl, I don't want to see that," my dad grumbled with a shudder and I rolled my eyes. "Now, I know you two are teenagers and probably madly in love but I know that Harry slept in your bed last night," he raised his eyebrow, "If you're uh... Doing stuff... Then ju-"
I interrupted him, "oh my, God. Dad, please just stop." My face was hot and I'm sure as red as a tomato from embarrassment.
"I just don't want any grandchildren around here any time soon."
"You don't have to worry about that... Like at all." I looked over at Harry to see him looking like he'd been hit by a stun gun. My dad mumbled a good before he stood up and walked upstairs. "I am so, so, so sorry. That was, to say the least, embarrassing."
"You're telling me..." He mumbled as he looked down at his half eaten slice of toast. I laughed at his embarrassment and kissed his jaw. I tossed my plate in the bin once I was finished and walked into the living room, Harry trailing behind. I sat down on the sofa and flipped on the telly. He flopped down beside me, pulling my feet into his lap. We sat like that for a while, flipping channels between football and some game show.
"What's this?" The younger boy asked while he tugged on a golden charm attached to my anklet.
"An anklet I got from my mum," I mumbled, not wanting to talk about her.
"How long have you had it for?"
I looked into his jade green eyes and then back down to the jewelry. "Since I was thirteen. She gave it to me when her and my dad were going through their divorce. I don't even know why I still wear it... It's not like she even bothers anymore..."
"What do you mean by that?" he asked as he flicked on of the charms and it bounced off my leg and back into its place.
"Can we just not talk about it?" I asked, knowing that sooner or later we'd have this talk but not now. He nodded his head and focused his eyes back to the screen, but his hands still played with the anklet.
The truth is, I hated to talk about my mum and her separate family. She practically killed my dad when she told him she was having an affair, she left my siblings and I in the dust and my father to fend for all of us. I will never forgive her for leaving my siblings and I, nor for hurting my father.
"I'm sorry." I grabbed Harry's hand, intertwining our fingers and letting our palms rest against each other. He pulled me towards him and I leaned my head in the crook between his should and neck. He pressed a kiss to the tan skin of my hand and let our hands fall to in between my thighs. "I like you."
He looked down at me, a smirk playing across his lips. "That's good," he said with a laugh. "I like you, too, love."
"Good," I said as nuzzled into his chest more. "Hey, Harry?"
"Mmm?"
"Sing for me, baby," I whispered against the fabric of his shirt.
