broken » h.s. (COMPLETED)

seven

Bailey's POV

Harry and I spent that night as a movie night. A mix of comedy and horror films. I looked at the time and saw it was past midnight.

"I should probably head home." Harry said.

"Are you sure you want to walk home at one in the morning, you know being famous and all?" I questioned.

He looked like he was thinking about that question but I cut him off, "You know what, you can sleep here. There's a guest room right down the hall." I offered.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's not like I'm asking you to sleep in the same bed as me." I clarified.

He nodded, "Do you need clothes?" I asked him.

"I'll just sleep in my boxers." He waved off my offer, and I showed him the guest room.

"Goodnight, love." He said, smiling.

"Goodnight Harry. And thank you. For listening to all of that earlier. I really needed to get that out of my system." I confessed.

He smiled, "Anytime Bailey."

I smiled at him and walked to my room. I shut the door behind me and took a deep breath.

I just told him my story.

I stripped off all of my clothes and changed into pajamas. I put my hair up in a messy bun.

I turned off my lamp and got under the covers. I slowly fell asleep and had a dreamless sleep. Luckily, no dreams about Harry.

~•~•~•~•~•~

I woke up earlier than usual, realizing I forgot to close my curtains last night, the sunlight streaming into my room.

I looked at the clock to see it was seven, but I got up anyway. I walked into my kitchen, deciding to make breakfast. I settled on pancakes and bacon. As it cooked, I set two plates onto the table along with forks, knives, napkins, and syrup.

I flipped the pancakes and took the bacon off of the pan, not wanting to burn them. I put the bacon on a plate and put it on the table.

I checked my pancakes, deciding they were ready and set those on the tables as well.

"What smells so good?" I heard a raspy voice. I smiled and turned to him. Harry entered the room and smiled, "You didn't have to do all this."

"But I wanted to. I woke up early anyway."

He smiled, "Well thank you, then." He sat down and dug in, me doing the same.

"Ooh! I forgot!" I said, getting up to go to the fridge. I got the whipped cream and set it down on the table. He smiled, remembering our discussion in Starbucks before Brendan ruined the fun.

He said he always loved whipped cream on everything.

"You know how I said I always loved whipped cream on everything?" He asked, smirking.

"Yeah why?" I asked. But in one swift motion, Harry was up and next to me, squirting the whipped cream onto my head.

"Harry Styles, I am going to kill you!" I said, picking the mound of whipped cream off of my head and throwing it onto him.

Luckily, I bought three cans of whipped cream, so I picked up both of them from the fridge and opened them, shaking them.

"That's not fair!" He whined.

"You're the one who started it." I smirked, attacking him with the whipped cream.

We kept firing at each other, Harry running out fast. So he ended up running around the tiny kitchen, trying to escape from me.

He suddenly stopped and I wondered why. He turned around smiling, and I realized he had something in his hand.

Flour, of course.

"No, Harry. Don't you dare-"

I was cut off by a whole bag of flour being dumped in my hair, going into my clothes, running down my body and some dropping on the ground below me.

"You are so dead." I picked up the syrup bottle, squirting it in his hair.

"No! Not the hair!" I laughed, and kept going, spreading it all over his body. He started going through the cabinets and the refrigerator, finally coming across what he was looking for, chocolate syrup.

"No!" I whined.

He opened the top, spreading it all over me. Once the bottle was finished I looked around at the kitchen.

"Oh my god." I said, laughing. He joined in muttering things like,"You look ridiculous."

"Love whipped cream on everything, huh? Is that the same with flour and chocolate syrup?" I questioned.

"I'd like anything on you." He said cheekily. I blushed and changed the subject, starting to talk about how bad it is going to be to clean this up.

"Bailey, do you think you'd ever date again?" He said randomly, cutting off my rambling.

"I don't know Harry, just please help me with all of this." I said, nervously.

"Bailey, please answer it." He whispered.

"I really don't know Harry. I've been broken way to many times." He walked closer to me. I didn't stop him.

"I can fix you." He whispered, his minty breath fanning over my face.

"I can fix you." He mumbled one more time, leaning his forehead against mine.

I honestly love this chapter, well the ending anyway <3