I still had no damn clue what the key was for. I mean, it's a key. It's obviously for a room, but what room? I was so confused. All I remember is to hold onto it. I swear I've seen a key almost exactly like it. It had balloons of various colours on it and it was a regular sized key. It's almost like I remember it from my childhood. I shook it off.
I smelt the delicious smell of scramble eggs, bacon, and fresh oranges. I could tell breakfast was ready. But I was busy thinking in my head what I was going to wear. And he told me to bring a swimsuit. Hmm. I was thinking I could wear a pair of faded jean-shorts, a grey tanktop, and his black and white varsity jackey in case it got cold. For shoes I would just wear flip-flops. I mean, it's not like I wanted to wear anything flashy and look like a slut. Harry doesn't like that anyways.
"Breakfast is ready, love" Harry shouteed from the kitchen.
"I'll be there in a second!"
I quickly checked Twitter. I saw a bunch of birthday wishes. Then, I came across this one tweet. It said, "Happy Birthday bitch. I hope you kill yourself." Well, fuck you too then. How can people be so rude? I mean especially on my birthday. ._. Really? Anyways, I still remembered that breakfast was ready.So, i quickly hurried myslef over to the kitchen, still in my pajamas.
"Coming Harry!" I shouted.
"Alright! Your breakfast is ready on the table."
When I got into the kitchen, I saw a stack of pancakes with a candle in it. Chocolate chip pancakes to be exact. They smelled SOO delicious. I mean, the delicios, gooey chocolate with the fluffy pancakes. There had to been atleast 5 pancakes. they were little though. Not regular sized ones. i could never eat all of that. I think he made them mini to make it look like a cupcake. He's so nice.
"Oh my gosh. Thank you babe. It looks delicious." I said.
"Thanks. My cake that I'm going to bake will taste even better!"
"I bet! I'm so glad you worked in a bakery."
Suddenly, I remembered what the key was for. I finally understood what the swimsuit was for.
