Take Me

Chapter 4

Picture of Harry and who I picture Rachel as above! Also I picture Harry like that, kind of the douchebaggy look he's got going on in that picture. Makes me feel some type of way.

Anyway happy reading! Here's chapter 4

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Between the sun shinning through the window and the smell of bacon filling up my room I realized it was morning. I quickly sat up and squinted letting my eyes adjust to the brightness.

I had been laying on top of the covers with a purple blanket thrown over me. I still had on the same clothes from yesterday but my shoes had been taken off as well as my jacket.

I know fully well I didn't do that myself last night, and the only other person in this house is Harry.

The thought of him touching while I was asleep sends chills down spine. I shiver and run my fingers through my hair.

My stomach lets out a rather large growl, reminding me I never ate dinner last night. I must of fallen asleep while I was waiting for Harry to go to bed.

Damn him.

The smell of bacon and coffee was starting to take over my body and before I knew it was out of my room and heading down the stairs.

I could see him over the railing, standing over the stove shirtless. His back was towards me as he worked on whatever he was cooking. Judging by the smell, it was pancakes.

I patted the rest of the way down the stairs my feet barely touching the cold wood floor before he turned around. A smirk rose arose on his lips before he focused his attention back on the stove.

"Cute hair" he says as I walked towards the kitchen. I knew I had a serious case of bed head but I couldn't bring myself to care.

"Thanks, cute boxers" I gesture to his pink polka dot boxers sticking out from his joggers. He looks back at me over his shoulder and smiles. Revealing two dimples I've only seem a select few times within the forty eight hours I'd known him.

When he wasn't scowling at me, he was actually kind of cute.

"Thanks I got them at target" he says still looking back at me. I sit myself down on a stool and and place my chin in the palm of my hand. I chuckle at his reply and sit forward trying to get a peek over his shoulder at what he's cooking.

Pancakes, I was right.

"I'm surprised you woke up, you were practically dead last night." He says flipping a pancake onto a plate. "I had to check if you were even breathing" a breathy laugh escapes his lips as he turns around slides a plate filled with bacon and pancakes on them.

I didn't even reply to his comment before digging into the food, my empty stomach controlling my actions.

"Slow down there cave women. I learned the heimlich over five years ago, I might be a little rusty" I give him a pancake filled smile and give him a thumbs up letting him know that I'd be completely okay with choking on pancakes at this point.

I watched him laugh then go back to making himself his own plate. Eventually, after consuming enough to make the growling go away I take a break and make my move.

"So when do we have to go to this "makeover thing?" I ask making quotations with my fingers when I say makeover.

"We have to be there by 12:00 so we should probably leave around 11:30" he says siting down next to me at counter. I groan as he drowns his plate in syrup.

"If they cut off my hair I'm cutting off their balls" I say seriously but Harry thinks otherwise as he lets out a laugh. It dies down when my all too serious expression doesn't change.