What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 63

"Mhmm, it smells amazing here!"

I look up from the pan and see Harry walking towards the kitchen. He rubs his eyes and looks so cute. His curly hair is all over the place. He is shirtless and is just wearing grey sweatpants which are hanging really low down on his hips. Though, I've seen him shirtless many times, I can't get enough of seeing him shirtless. His toned chest and abs. The black inked tattoos on his smooth skin. Heat rises to my cheeks as my eyes travel down to his V-line.

"Ouch!" I jerk my hand away from the hot pan. I see a red spot forming on my index finger.

"Damn! You okay?" Harry rushes to my side and pulls my hand to look at my finger.

"Yeah, just burned my tips a little."

"Cause someone got a little distracted." Harry smirks. I look up and realise that we're standing really close. The heat from his body radiating.

"I wasn't distracted." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." He smiles. "We need toothpaste."

"Uh, I already brushed my teeth." Does my breath smell bad?

"For the burn. It soothes the burning sensation and doesn't leave a mark." He chuckles and walks away from me and goes around the counter.

"I'll be right back." He jogs to the bedroom, next to the stairs and gets in.

I switch off the stove of the last batch of french toast and turn off the milk tea which was done boiling.

"Here, found it!" He jogs back again and stands next to me. He takes the tube of toothpaste, un-caps it, squeezes a little bit out on his finger and keeps the tube and the cap on the kitchen counter. He then takes my hand into his other hand and slowly applies the toothpaste on the burnt tip of my finger.

I look at him as he does it with full concentration. His eyes focused, his eyebrows knitted, he sticks a bit of his tongue out on the side of his mouth, which looks adorable.

"Done." He says making me snap out of my daze.

I stare down at my finger and he's applied a layer of white toothpaste on the burnt area. It does feel cool and doesn't burn at all.

"Hey, It's better than ice." I smile at him.

"Told ya." He winks, "What were you cooking?" He looks down at the pan.

"Cinnamon french toast." I point to the plate on the side with the stack of french toasts, "Scrambled egg with toasts and ginger milk tea." I point to the big white plate of scrambled eggs and the plate of white toasted breads next to it.

"Ginger milk tea?"

"You're gonna love it." I wink and he smiles.

"Let's have breakfast then." He takes the pan on which is the last batch of french toast and carefully places them on the french toast plate with the spatula.

He then grabs the plate of french toasts and eggs and walks around the kitchen counter. I take the plate of toasts in my hand.

"No, don't." He warns, "I'll take them. You sit down." He places the plates on the dining table.

"Harry, I can carry them." I chuckle slightly and continue carrying the plate and walk towards the dining table.

"I'll remove tea." Harry says and walks back to the table while I take a seat on one of the four dining chairs.

I glance at the wall clock right on top of the T.V. It's 7:30 in the morning. I've been up since 6:45. Uh, why did I wake up so early?

"There you go, two cups of hot ginger milk tea." Harry places the cups in front of us on the table as he takes a seat in front of me.