You Can Call Me Queen Bee

Chapter 8

A/N: Another mature scene

I woke up in the morning, feeling a bit cold as I shifted through the bed covers. I winced as the cold air touched my body.

"Morning Hazzie" I frowned when there was no answer, and I opened my eyes, still feeling a bit tired.

"Haz?" I said as I looked around the room. I was by myself, and I felt a bit upset that Harry had left me. I climbed out of the bed, sliding on a thick dressing gown, that turned out to be Harry's. I balled up the extra material in my hands as they gave me sweater paws. I stepped out of our room and was hit by the smell of food. Pouting, I walked into the hallway leading to the open area.

"Haz?" I called.

"I'm by the kitchen baby."

I sighed in relief as I walked into the living room. Harry was by the kitchen, and I trekked over to where he was. He only had boxers and a cooking apron on.

"Morning Haz" I smiled as I saw that he was making an omelette in a pan.

"Good Morning Love, how are you this morning?"

"I'm great, I feel great too thank you" I replied as I placed my hand on the small of his back.

"Good" he nodded as he flipped the omelette over.
 I watched him until he asked me to get some plates and glasses.

"Thank you, very helpful of you, just one of the reasons why I love you" I almost dropped one of the glasses I was holding and turned to look at him, gobsmacked.

Both of us seemed to freeze as we realised what he said.

"D-Do you mean that?"

"I err... I-I mean that I love you b-because you are-" he stared down at the pan as he rambled on.

"-Harry-" I smirked.

"-A great person a-and-"

"Harry."

"-I like you 'c-cause your different and-"

"Harry!" He stopped and looked at me with frightened eyes.

"Please don't break up with me!" he pleaded.

"I would never break up with you because I love you too."

"Oh gosh, wow, really?" Harry said with a hint of surprise and leapt forward to hug me.

"Harry watch the food, it might burn and yes I mean that I just didn't know when to say it."

He gasped in surprise as he took the omelette off the heat and slid it onto a plate. I smiled once he was done and he stepped forward to peck my lips. He had grinned before he turned, splitting the omelette in two. He put on half on another plate and handed it to me.

"There you go, Love."

"Thank you" I giggled before taking a seat at one the bar stools by a granite table. He soon turned around with his plate then put a glass of orange juice by each of our plates. Then he put the cutlery by them and sat down himself.

"Looks amazing," I said as he slipped off his cooking apron. I put my head down trying to avoid looking at his chest but poked at my omelette instead.

"Lou, you okay?" he asked while I slipped some of the egg into my mouth. I looked up at him with a full mouth and swallowed the egg down. My eyes landed on his chest, and I blushed. Nodding, I carried on eating my food. I heard him chuckle as he chewed on his food.

"Is there anything you wanted to do today?" Harry spoke. I paid attention to his eyes as I thought of what to do.

"I don't mind staying here for today, we could go and just... have fun?"