I woke up in Harry's bed alone. I pushed my eyebrows together sitting up and looking around the room. Nothing. I streched my arms over my head, and dropped them on the bed. Where was this curly haired freak?
I stood up and jogged down the stairs. I saw a pre-made breakfast on the table, with a small note standing next to the bowl. Somethings wrong with this dimpled face freak and notes. I walked over to it and picked up the note.
'Bunny, good morning. Hopefully, you're not late for college, so I made you breakfast. Enjoy x.'
I smiled and sat down. I looked at the cereal and smiled like a child on Christmas. It ws my favourite cereal, Cinnomon Toast Crunch. How did he know? Or ... Did he even know? I don't remember telling him. Oh gosh, I feel as if the more he knows about me the more I'll begin to fall. I mean, maybe I'm playing this game wrong. But there's no backing out now, I have to get the job done.
Jeez, after I'm done with Styles, I'm never doing this again. I'm never ever going to give a guy his own medicine again, let the damn doctor do his job and give him the meds.
I grabbed the Cinnomon Toast Crunch and pour some into the small bowl. I grabbed the milk that was surprisingly still cold and poured it on top of the cereal. I grabbed the spoon and began to eat my breakfast.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and my body tensed up. What if it was his mom? Or his sister? Maybe his sisters boyfriend so I could calm down. I have no freaking idea how his sisters boyfriend would calm me down.
I looked back seeing the curly haired freak walk in the kitchen with a smile on his lips. He had on a white round neck t shirt, and a blue blazer, his usual black jeans and red converse to match the pocket hankerchif in his breast pocket. "Morning beautiful." He smiled. "Glad you found breakfast."
"Morning Honey-BooBoo-Cupcake." I said after finshing drinking the milk in the bowl. I looked up at Harry and began to laugh as did he.
"Honey-BooBoo-Cupcake?" He asked laughing while grabbing the bowl out of my hand and putting it into the sink.
I laughed. "I don't know, it was the first thing that came into my head." I said laughing standing up and pushing the chair in.
Harry walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest. This boy was more lovey dovey then I thought he'd ever be. "Since you have a new nickname for me, yours is gonna be sweet lips ." He said pressing his lips softly on my neck. "Because your lips are sweet."
I laughed pushing my body off of his. "You're so creative." I smirked walking back up the stairs. "Don't call me that though." I said before entering his room.
I took off the sweater, tank top and my sweats. I walked over to my bag and grabbed the white tee and my jeans. I unfolded them and slipped one leg through, and then the other. Then I began to dance my way through the jeans. When I finally got them on I looked at the full length mirror seeing a full head curls at the door. I turned covering my chest with my arms. Harry was laying his body on the door frame with a smirk on his face.
"You dirty perv." I said walking over to the door and slamming it closed. Before the door closed I saw Harry's smirk disappear. It should have left, I wasn't one of the girls he's had sex with, I'm not going to give him a show. I groaned slipping my shirt over my head and grabbing my bag before opening the door again.
Once I opened the door Harry began to throw apologizes at me but I just rushed passed him and went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and rushed out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Harry ran in front of me and blocked the door. "Move you freak." I barked.
