Saving Grace (a one direction fanfic)

Chapter Eleven

this chapter is decided to @kiwi_girl_19 because she is the sweetest girl alive by her voting and commenting.  Like for real girl thanks ;)

Anyways some Karry action.  So yea

~~~~~~~~~Katia's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up, warm and secure.  It was unusual.

Then I felt a arm tighten around my torso.

Oh my God.

My eyes shot open as I remembered the night before.  I slept with Harry.

Not like THAT.

But merely sleep.  Our legs were tangled and I was resting my hand on his chest while his arms were around my waist.  I looked at Harry's sleeping figure.  His eyelashes were really long, almost touching his face.  His lips were a thin line, but yet seemed soft and kissable.

I eventually fell back asleep into a deep blissful sleep.

I woke up from something moving me.  "Wake up, Grace is coming out, I don't want to scar her at such a young age!" Someone screamed with a voice just like Louis's near my face.  I groaned and snuggled back into whatever it was.

Wait.  It was Harry.

My eyes snapped open and Harry was smirking at me.  "Hi!" 

"Sorry."  I mumbled and untangled myself from him.

"No problem love."  He smiled cheekily at me.

I got up and stretched.  Louis and Liam were the only ones up and I hear Grace in her room.  I walked to the kitchen, flicking on the stove, ready for our normal routine of making pancakes.  

Harry came strolling in, still smiling.  "So you cook?"

"Yep.  Don't you?"  I asked shaking the batter.

"Not most times, but I can.  I used to work at a bakery."  He said, surprising me.

"Really? That's so cool.  I used to work at an local one."  I used to work at the little bakery at the end of our road, before Grace got sick.  Then I had to swap the job that I loved for a different job that required more money.

"Really?"  It was his time to be surprised.

"Yep.  The one right down the street."  I pointed out.  I poured some batter into the pan that I had put on.

"That's so cool.  Do you still work there?"  Harry asked, leaning against the counter top.

That's when I realised that Harry Styles was freaking gorgeous.  I mean I always knew that he was attractive and hot, but he really was.  his curls were unruly, probably because it was the morning.  His green eyes were filled with happiness.  Not to mention he had a toned body.

"Um-no."  I managed to spit out.

He laughed at me.  "Why so nervous?"

I tried avoiding the question by flipping the pancakes on the plate.

Thank the lord that the rest of the boys came in, along with Grace.

Before I knew it, Niall alone half of the pancakes and everyone ate the rest...besides me and Harry who were the ones making them. 

"Ugh."  I rubbed my growling stomach.

"I know.  I do all this,"  he gestured to the boys empty plates.  "and get nothing in return."

I cracked a smile.  "Well, theres a Dunkin' Donuts right across the street.  Wanna go there?"  I asked Harry.

He nodded.  "Ok,"  I said.  "Give me like ten minutes to change and I'll meet you out here or something." He nodded again.