Broken (a one direction fanfic)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Harrys POV:

I tried to roll over but I couldn't get any traction. Instead, i swayed. Jeez. I felt the soft sunlight on my skin and my eyes slowly opened.

Awake now, I stared around at this strange room "what the...". Then I remembered. I had stayed at Gracies. I hadn't slept well, thinking about her down the hall, and how worried she was about her dad. I was glad I was helping her out.

I twisted around and set foot on the floor. Before I could stand I heard Gracie coming out of the kitchen.

"Your awake." she carried a steaming mug. And she looked beautiful. Tousled hair, a baggy t-shirt on, that read 'I like chocolate'. She wore boxers and had Bare feet.

I shifted abit. "Hi, whats that?"

"Try it"

Alright. I swung myself up and took the mug. It smelt minty and tasted not too sweet. Herbal. "Tea?"

"yep"

"it's good" I lied. I never drink tea or coffee. I prefer hot chocolate.

I saw her watching me "But you'd rather have a hot chocolate." she read my mind. I looked at her surprised and she just laughed "Harry, remember I have known you my whole life practically, I do remember whether you like hot chocolate. I just wanted to see whether you would say anything if I gave you my tea" she winked. I could feel myself tense up.

"So I passed the tea test?"

"Like a gentleman, I know you hate it actually" she bit her lip "What happened to the naughty Harry used to know? you've gotten so polite." she joked.

"Oh im still bad" i said playing a smirk on my lips, she laughed and I laughed back, I never noticed how beautiful she looked when she laughed. It just made me want to kiss her.

She walked over and grabbed my tea. "This is mine anyway. I already made your hot chocolate". She said, passing me my mug.

Gracie trotted back to the kitchen and I thought about having a shower. But she was back before I could move.

"The pillows good company?" she teased, perching on the arm of the chair.

"I managed not to be too lonely". I sniffed. "What do I smell?"

"Cinnamon, maple syrup. Thick crusty bread"

"Oh, god. French toast?"

"Uh huh, payback for staying here with me".

I could think of a better playback...- but my stomach growled, I was hungry.

"You do relize I've become a chef? I could of made them" I told her.

"Zayn texted me about you thinking this. He told me to keep you out of the kitchen" she laughed, moving her hair from her face.

Zayn?! How could he, I was an amazing cook! Just because he reckons the burnt pieces are bad for you and give you cancer. They hold a lot of flavor...

"Well I'm going to prove you and Zayn wrong sometime" I told her.

"You do that, Styles, but your the singer of the town, not the cook" she winked, teasing me. I would normally be quite offended if anyone else said this to me, but hearing Gracie say it just made me more attracted to her. Why did she have to do this- make me feel this way? I wasn't complaining though.

"I'm having a shower, then I'm judging you on your cooking skills!" I told her, Waltzing off towards the bathroom. Clean towels were laid out for me, so I assumed anyway, as I grabbed one and slung it over the shower as I turned the knob.