Am I Good Enough? (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Breakfast With Hazza

LANIE'S POV  

That was weird, but I'm cool now. Don't really want ot talk about it, so I'm not going to.   

When I was out with Eleanor, we also got new clothes for me, since the ones I had were ripped and stained. At first, i didn't want Eleanor to pay for me, but she insisted, so after about ten minutes of arguing, i finally gave in. After we got clothes and shoes, we went back to the mansion. Eleanor, Danielle, and Natalie had to leave and of course i stayed. Luckily Nat and Dani told them what happened so I didn't have to. I headed straight to my room because I was exhausted from all the walking. I passed out on the bed, and woke to Billy Bob walking on me and mewing. "Billy Bob! Go away please!" I said sleepily. Just then Harry walked in and said "Billy bob woke you up?"  "Yes," I said, sleepily. He walked over, picked up Billy Bob, lent down, and kissed my forehead. "Good night, Love," he whispered. "Night," i muttered as Harry walked out with Billy Bob, and gently closed the door. He seemed real nice.

I woke up, and I was fully rested. I hopped out of bed. i put on one of my new outfits. I walked out, and Harry fell into step with me, which is probably good because I have no idea where I was going. 

"Hey, beautiful," He said.

"Hey." i said and blushed.

"Um, Lanie?" He asked

"What?" i asked

"you're about to run into a wall," Then my head banged into something hard... the wall. "Ouch!!!!!" I yelled.

"Well, i warned you," he said while helping me out. He reached out his hand and i took it. He led me to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, and handed me some tylenol. I smiled and gladly took it, because I was already getting a headache. Harry led me to the kitchen, and it was vacant. I was expecting the boys to be in there. "The boys must've already eaten, or maybe they went to their girlfriend's houses," Harry said, somehow reading my mind. Harry told me to sit as he prepared to make chocolate chip pancakes, i wanted to help, but i've never cooked before (mostly because my dad never gave me access, and we had no food anyway), and it would've turned out to be a trainwreck, so I just let Harry do it. He finished and he gave me two pancakes. I love it here. I am actually gaining weight instead of losing it from not eating. I'm surprised i survived all those years with just bread and ham once every month, but anyhow,  I took a bite, and it was delish! 

"Harry, this is delicious!" I said. He smiled and said "Well, when Louis and i shared an apartment in london, i always cooked, and before that, my mum always let me help her cook, so I learned at an early age,"  I smiled and finished my breakfast, at the same time Harry did. We both got up and put our plates in the sink, and Harry said "Let's go into my room and watch a movie!" He held my hand and dragged me to the elavator. His room was on the fifth floor.  We waited, and finally the elavator dinged, the opened, signaling that we were on the fifth floor. Harry led me to his room, my small hand still in his hand. He opened the door to an orange room. He lift me up and put me on the bed "Harry!" I yelled then glared at him. He just laughed and turned on the t.v. and he put in the movie Grease. Harry took the spot on the bed next to me. He took my hand. I was a little shocked. I mean, isn't holding hands something you're supposed to do in public? I didn't really care, though. I just focused on the movie.  I soon found myself engrossed in the movie. It was really good. The movie ended, and I was about to go to my room when Harry said "Let's watch another movie!" I sighed and said "No, thank you, Harry," "PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" Harry said. Ugh. He is stubborn, but so am I.  

"No,"

"Yes,"

"No,"

"Yes,"