Mozzafiato

The Things Boyfriends Do.

Eight Months Later

10 am

The sound of an alarm clock and the bed shifting stirs me from my lovely sleep, successfully ticking me off.  Pulling my large euro pillow out from under my silk pillow, I swing at the source of the disturbance, satisfied when I hear an "oof" and the alarm switch off.  "Jesus babe, I'm going to start sleeping at my place again" Harry murmurs, earning a shut it from me before I turn my head to look at him. 

The last 8 months have been a haul and a half, Between perfecting the new lines and adapting to officially dating the stranger that occupies my bed now, I've nearly run myself crazy. One of us had a harder time adjusting to not being the only male in the house, and I'm not talking about the snoring puppy at my feet who was harboring one of Harry's socks under his belly. 

Stretching, I toss on my silk robe and find my way to the kitchen to start the coffee maker whilst Harry got dressed. It was a Friday which meant I should be going into the office but I stayed late last night, so I was going to utilize my boss powers and go in late. After sending my heavily pregnant assistant a quick text of when I'd be in, I tied my robe loosely around my waist and take my coffee to the balcony.Not long after I hear the large door slide open to reveal Harry in a steel suit with Elk in tow. 

"Morning, darling girl" He murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. I hum a greeting and he places his chin on my head while we watch a boat come into the harbor in front of my flat. "There's coffee" I say, breaking the otherwise comfortable silence before spinning around to face him. "Well, I think I'd rather have yours" He cheekily remarks before grabbing my cup out of my hands, earning a glare from me. "I need that!" I exclaim before reaching for it, only for him to hold it out of my reach. 

The ding from his phone in his pocket catches both of our attentions before he reaches for it and reads the notification, causing an annoyed look to appear on his face. "What?" I question, forgetting about the coffee. "I have to go in, Malik just requested a meeting" He states coldly at the mention of his once friend. From what he told me, He and Zayn were originally partners before he got caught up in a model and not giving a shit about the firm. Harry ended up buying him out and Zayn left for god knows where with her. Liam took Zayn's place and all was well.

Well, until now.  

The tabloids (which we all love) were running stories about them breaking up, but Harry didn't think he would want back in. "Be nice, He was your friend" I reply, grabbing the cup and taking it inside while the boys trail behind. "The keyword is 'was'. We aren't anymore" He states, sliding his phone into his pocket. 

"Still, I'm sure everything will be alright" I reply, standing by the door while he slides on his shoes. "Oh darling, you're such an optimist" He laughs before leaning down to kiss me. "And that's how I'm such a good CEO" I giggle, watching him roll his eyes and open the door. "It's why I love you" He replies before closing the door, leaving me alone to get ready for the day.

The three little word had been spoken loosely between us, but now that it was said right to my face, truly full of meaning, I was knock on my ass with my head in the clouds.

12 pm

As soon as the elevator slid open, I was met with Zoe shoving boatload of papers into my arms before taking off in the direction of my office faster than I could say hello. After waving at Ava the receptionist, I set my bag down on my sideboard before flopping the papers on my desk and sitting down. 

"Okay, what is all of this? I thought we got this all handled last night" I say, referencing our decision to stay late so we could have a light day today. "Baby shower stuff! It's this weekend and I still have to pick Flowers, sweets, oh my god I have to find something to wear!" Zoe panics, shuffling through the paper stack. "Hey, I will handle it. Take the afternoon off and go find something to wear" I state, grabbing the stack of papers from her. "I can't just leave, You need help" she sighs exasperatedly. 

"Yes you can and will, Don't make me put you on leave early. Besides, Penny's here and she can use some experience alone" I giggle, earning a huff before she slouches, telling me she gave up. "Fine, but I'm keeping my work phone on in case you need me. I'll send her in" She says, standing and grabbing her bag. Rolling my eyes, she shows herself out before the younger girl comes in to see if I need anything. 

"Penny, clear my schedule and grab some coffee. We have a baby shower to plan" I say, shooting her a playful smirk. Giggling like a child, she spins on her heels to do what I've told her to. I'm not going to lie, I'm going to enjoy this.

8 pm

Pushing open the large door to my flat, a yummy smell reaches my nose. 

Curious, I kick off my heels and haul the two large Kate Spade totes of baby shower stuff to the kitchen to see what and who is cooking. Rounding the corner, I'm met with the sight of Harry making Spaghetti and Italian sausage, his normal suit-clad body dressed in shorts and a Dartmouth shirt. 

"Hello babydoll, what's all that?" he questions, stirring the pot before peeking over my shoulder as I dig through one of the totes. "Baby stuff" I reply simply, reading an email from the florist confirming my order. "Uhh, do you have something to tell me?" He questions, earning a shocked face from me. "Oh god no! This is for Zoe's shower this weekend. I'm helping her because she's run herself ragged" I giggle, showing him the invite adorned with her maternity picture before putting it on the fridge. 

"Is this something boyfriends come to?" He questions, watching me test a noodle. "Sometimes, if you don't want to you don't have to" I reply casually, waiting to see his response. "I want to, that is if you want me to" He says quickly, blushing at his response. "Of course I do, I just assumd you were more bow ties than baby cries" I joke, earning an eye roll from him. We proceeded to eat dinner and cuddle up on the couch watching movies before heading to bed. 

Padding out of the closet after changing into my pajamas, I'm met with harry staring at me over his (blue light) glasses. Poser, only real bad bitches like myself have shit sight and a need for visual aid."Yes?" I question, putting my own prescription glasses on before picking up Elk to put him on the bed. "What are we doing on Christmas?" He asks, petting the pesky dog laying next to him. "Well, my family is having Christmas early since Izzy is leaving to studying abroad early" I state, still puzzled on why she would want to leave early, New York during Christmas is the best. 

"Will you come with me to England?" He questions hesitantly, closing his laptop and setting it on the bedside dresser. "I would love to" I answer, causing him to let out a breath and smile. As if I would tell my dashingly gorgeous British man no to something so important. I would walk off a fucking cliff if it meant I'd get a flash of his dimples.

"Does the 20th work for you?" he asks, looking like a kid on Christmas. "That's perfect, did you really think I would say no?" I question, sliding into bed next to him and flipping on the tv above the fireplace. "I was worried that it was too early or too fast." he says, wrapping his arm around me. "We're fast people, I love our fast." 

Humming a reply, I snuggle in as he turns off the light and drifts off to bed watching Netflix.