Remembering To Forget (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter Fifty One

(Kendall's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=59590466 )

Kendall's POV:

"God damn, it's freezing," I muttered to myself as I sat up from my bed. 

Next to me, I had expected Harry's sleeping figure, but it wasn't there. Must be in the kitchen. He had slept over last night because Louis and Eleanor had gone to their honeymoon in the Bahamas - lucky bitches - and Harry didn't want to stay alone, so he slept over at mine. I guess he woke up before me. Pushing off the duvet from over me, I stand up and immediately feel the room's cool air around me. Why is it so cold?! Oh right, this is London. I was in just a white tank top and red night shorts, and my hair was a mess. I didn't care what I looked like at the moment, so I just walked out of my room and went down to the kitchen. There, I saw Harry standing in his Calvin Klein boxers and a white tee, cooking what smelled like pancakes on the stove. Smiling, I quietly crept up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso, standing on my tippy toes to kiss his left cheek. 

"Morning," I smiled. 

Harry tilted his head to get a better look at me. "You're awake!" He grinned. 

I chuckled and nodded. "That I am." 

Harry rolled his eyes and kissed my right cheek. "I made pancakes," he smiled. 

"I see," I chuckle. "And I'm starving so hurry up!" I smacked his bum and sat down on one of the chairs. 

Harry gave me a shock look. "Oi! No smacking the cook!" He said sternly. 

"I sowwy," I said in a baby voice, pouting my lips. 

I saw Harry's eyes soften as he placed a plate full of pancakes in front of me. "Don't do that," he whispered from behind me, his hot breath on my neck making shivers run down my spine. 

"Do what?" I asked innocently, taking a bite of these delicious pancakes. 

"You know what," he replied, sitting down on the chair next to me.  

I laughed and continued to eat my breakfast. "So what's the plan for today?" I ask. 

"Hmm..." Harry trails off. "Actually, I was thinking we could...." He trailed off. 

I raised an eyebrow. "Yes...?" I prodded for him to continue. 

Harry stared at me for a few seconds. "You know... I have no idea." 

I laughed, but then got an idea in my head. "You know, I've been dying to repaint my living room," I said thoughtfully. "The old beige color is so dull." 

Harry face lightened up. "We can do that!!" 

I grinned and the two of us finished breakfast. Once I was done and I put my dishes in the sink, I groaned. "Why is so frigging cold today?!" 

"Babe, it's London," Harry smirked. 

"But still!" I whined, chuckling slightly. "It's freezing. Mucho frio." Harry raised a questioning eyebrow, and I chuckled. "What, you don't speak Spanish?" 

Harry rolled his eyes and smacked my bum. "Go get dressed!" 

I jumped a bit, startled. "Okay, okay! Sheesh, don't get so violent." 

I hear Harry let out a laugh as I walk up the stairs and into my room. I didn't have to take a shower because I already took one last night before going to bed, so I just changed clothes, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. After that, I changed into dark blue skinny jeans, a brown full sleeves top, grey buttoned UGGS, and made my hair into a fish tail braid. Once I finished my make up, I was good to go. I opened the bedroom door and saw Harry standing there still in his boxers and tee.