Serenade Me [H.S.]

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Current Day:

Alena♮

    I'm woken by the sound of my alarm tolling. My eyes flicker open and closed to adjust. There are bright rays coming through the curtainless window across my small white and dusty rose splattered room.

    "For Christ sake, Len." A low raspy groggy voice comes from the tiny couch at the foot of my bed. "Why do you have to get up this early on a Saturday?" It's Harry? "Excuse me, but I think I should be asking how and when you got in my room?" I can feel my face start to redden once reality sinks in. There are no undergarments adorning my body, nor are there clothes on it, period. I quickly wrap myself in the sheet and sit up to look at my best friend. I feel a little awkward, but, I've never thought of Harry in that way. And to be completely frank, he would avoid me sexually even if we were the last two humans on the planet.

    "Well," Harry clears his throat. "I got too wasted to go to my flat, so, I used the key you gave me to come in. I got lonely on the couch in the 'living room'." He uses air quotes around the words because he thinks they're, 'too American'. I look at his shirtless figure shift under the fluffy pink throw as he sits up. "You could've text me or something. I mean, what if I was naked or worse." I pause for dramatic effect, but then Harry stands up and stretches. My jaw almost fell to the god-damned floor.

    Okay, so maybe I spoke too soon about not being sexually attracted to him. I pan my eyes from the top of his tousled hair to the very prominent bulge in his boxer briefs. "Alena, what are you looking at, you pervert." He throws a small fuzzy pillow at me. His beautifully bright white, dimpled smile breaks through his thin, plump and pink lips. "I'm not the one with morning wood in my best female friend's room." I giggle then stick out my tongue like a kid. "It's not because of anything like that, Len." I smile soft. "Harry, I know. Now get out so I can get dressed." He grabs his clothes and walks to my bedroom door. "I'm gonna make us some tea, do you want your normal coconut milk, no sugar?" I adore him so damn much. "Yes, you know me too well." He smiles and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

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    When Harry leaves the room and I get dressed. I have the same taste in fashion that he does, but nowhere near the money. So, when he is done with certain shirts, I get them. Fate leads me to the first shirt ever gave me. One of his famous white shirts that he used to roll the sleeves up on. It fits way too loose on me. But, I roll the sleeves up and find my favorite red, yellow and white striped loose fitting, belted wide leg pants. I match both with my cream colored open toed platform, lace up heels. My hair is up in a messy half bun and I just swiped some mascara on my lashes.

    "Alen-" I walk out of my room just as Harry is calling my name. "Yes, Mr. Styles?" I smirk at him. "Your tea is ready." He coos. I say my thanks as The fluffy haired man looks at my outfit. "Is that one of my shirts from like 5 years ago?" His eyes recognize the material. "It is, in fact." My eyes flutter when I lift my tea cup to my lips. Harry's lips curl into his famous smile.

    I look up from my cup and my eyes meet Harry's. "So, what are your plans today?" He asks as his rings softly clink the cup in his hands. "I was going to go to the shops and grab a couple new outfits and some groceries." I take a sip of my warm tea. "Could I go with you?" I look into his glistening mossy colored eyes. "Of course you can, as long as I can drive your car." I smirk and let out a light chortle. "You, are not driving my car," he smiles and then looks at the counter behind him to locate his keys. I quickly stand and run to snatch his keys before he can. "Now you have to let me." I stick my tongue out at him. "Fine," he sighs. "And you have to let me buy everything you want, Haz." I will not let his pay for anything when he goes places with me. I mean, I owe him my damn life. "Not unless I make it to the registers first," his smile radiates and he sticks out his tongue.

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    Harry and I make it to the shops. I got to drive and he looked absolutely jealous of me the whole time. "Where do you want to go first, Harry?" I look in his direction as I put my bag on my shoulder. "I'm quite hungry, so let's go to that cafe," I smile and get a little excited. "Okay, let's." No joke, that cafe is my favorite spot for American style pancakes, and Harry knows that. "You're so cute." Harry makes a quick effort to cover his mouth as his eyes widen. "What?" I laugh hard. "Like a little kid kind of way." His face goes a little blushed and I laugh even harder. "You're cute too, Harry."

    We arrive to the cafe and are seated immediately. The waitress is an absolute treat. She takes our orders. I get my favorite blueberry pancakes with whipped cream and hot syrup. Harry gets his usual two plain pancakes with hot syrup and a couple pieces of bacon. When our food is brought to us, I tuck into my plate right away. Harry is picking at his plate. "Harry, what's wrong?" He shakes his head. "Nothing, it's not important." His tone seems like he wants to tell me something. "Tell me, or I'll put whipped cream all over your silk shirt." I threaten.

    "Okay, okay. I'll tell you." Harry lets out a long hard breath. "Spit it out." I whine. "Alena, I wrote a song about how much I love you and I was wondering if I could record it." My jaw dropped to what felt like the center of the planet. "You, what me?" I blush hard and choke on the air going into my lungs. "I love you, Alena Marie Jones, with everything I am. I have for a long time now." I snap my mouth closed. "Harry, why?" Seriously I'm fúcking confused here. "Because I do. You understand me, you care about my well being and not my dick. Honestly you have no idea how long I've been wanting to get that off my chest." I try to gather something to say. "Harry, I-I love you, too."

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AN- So, what did you guys think about this chapter?

I really had to pull it out if my butt, tbh. I have so many assignments and tests, lol. Anyway...

All the love. K.x