𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍! | harry styles

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ON Saturday morning, Bella woke up a splitting headache. She sat up slowly, not wanting to make it worse. The room was too bright, even with the shades drawn. The light did nothing to diminish the steady pounding in her temples. Once she was assured her stomach would be fine and the headache was the extent of her hangover, she stood and walked with small, cautious steps to the bedroom door.

The smell of coffee and bacon filled the small apartment, and Bella's stomach growled in eager anticipation. She took the four steps from the bedroom into the kitchen and stopped in her tracks.

"What are you doing here?" The question came out sharper than she intended, but she felt too crappy to care.

"Nice to see you, too," Matt said through a mouthful of food.

"I asked him to come over," Harry said. "I hope you don't mind that I used your phone."

"That's fine." Bella waved off his concern. "But why is he here?" she asked, removing a glass from the cupboard and pouring herself some orange juice.

"I wanted to buy that new bed for you today. Matt said he'd help me get it in here."

"He's just using me for my truck," Matt added. He didn't seem to mind.

"Harry, you don't have to—"

"I want to," he interrupted.

Something about the desperate insistence in his voice stopped Bella from arguing. She nodded, accepting the support he was determined to give her.

"Where's Lily?"

"She left about an hour ago." Harry broke off a small piece of bacon from the pile that was cooling and held it up to her lips. "Hungry?"

Bella took the bacon between her teeth. Harry licked the grease off his fingers before leaning down and kissing her.

"Ew," Matt muttered.

Ignoring the comment, Harry let his lips linger a little longer than necessary. "How are you feeling?" he asked in a hushed voice only Bella could hear.

"I'm okay," she whispered. "My head hurts; that's all."

"Do you feel up for a little bed shopping? Otherwise we can go some other time. I don't want to get one you won't like."

"I'll be fine," she insisted.

"Okay." Harry smiled as he leaned down and kissed his girl again. "Have some breakfast, and then we'll go."

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"I like this one the best," Bella said.

"Me, too," Harry agreed. "It's nice."

"It's too soft."

Bella's gaze moved from the ceiling to Matt, who was lying to her left. "Good thing you're not going to be sleeping on it."

"Whatever. It's kind of soft. That's all I'm saying." Matt shrugged before rolling off the bed. He was bored and more than ready to go anywhere that didn't sell furniture.

Harry grabbed the price tag that dangled over his head and internally groaned at the amount. It was more than he originally intended to spend, but after comparing prices all morning, he realized they weren't going to get anything decent for much less. He rolled onto his side and placed his arm across Bella's waist, capturing her undivided attention. "Is this the one you want?"

Bella bit her lip as she turned to face him. "It's too much."

"No, it's not," he said softly. "Besides, we're going to have it for a long time."