Your Little Secret (Harry Styles Fanfic)

11: He's gone...

This story does not belong to me. I am rewriting the story, since it got deleted from Watt-pad. It is one of my favorite fan-fictions, and I really don't want to see it go. So once again this story does not belong to me.

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The sound of birds singing wakes me, I take a long stretch, rubbing my tired eyes. Surprisingly I slept like a baby, I didn't wake up once. I roll over, glancing at my alarm clock.

*7:15*

I loved waking up early, I have always felt like laying in is a waste of a day. I peer over the bed, curios to see if Harry was awake. He wasn't.

His eyelids were slightly closed, and his messy curls draped in front of his face. Small puffs of air escaped his mouth every couple of seconds. He looked like he had had a fight with the covers during the night, they were barely on him. Yet, he looked so peaceful, a contrast to the messy bed.

I creep out of bed not wanting to disturb him, and begin to walk to the other side of the room to put on my dressing gown.

"Mollie?" A raspy whisper comes from behind me.

I turn around, Harry sits up on his right elbow, rubbing his eyes with the other hand.

"Morning." I politely answer, putting on my dressing gown.

"My back is killing me." He whines. "So what's for breakfast? A fry up?"

I frown, thinking he was joking.

"Sorry but what?"

"Breakfast...are we having a fry up?"

I Cross my arms.

"Harry this isn't a hotel, the most you'll be getting here is a couple of slices of toast, and even with my cooking skills they will be burnt."

He doesn't reply. Well it's true. I'm not going to serve him, I'm not his butler.

"I'll be up in 15 minutes with some food and a drink. Try not to make too much noise, and please don't go through my things." I demand, silently opening the lock and my door.

I walk into the kitchen, still half a sleep.

"Morning sweetie." My Mum speaks, resting her head on the table.

"Hangover?" I question, opening the cupboard to get her a couple of tablets.

She nods, accepting the pills from my hand.

"So how was your night then pop it?"

I hum. "Nothing spectacular, I just went to Stella's for a bit"

Yeah and then walked home through the park late at night, bumped into Harry, was thrown in a pond, got a lift back home, had a shower, hid him in the barn and let him stay the night...nothing much.

"Sounds fun."

"Yeah." I nod. No...

I grab 4 slices of bread, 2 for me and 2 for Harry.

"Hungry?" My Mum asks with sense of confusion.

I probably look like a pig with 4 slices.

"Yeah, very." I lie, placing them in the toaster.

"I can see." She laughs, standing up from her seat. "I am just going to use the loo."

I smile, patiently waiting for the toast to pop as she leaves the room.

I prepare the toast, putting butter on one and jam on the other. I don't care if he wanted something different, that's all we've got.

I huff, stomping back upstairs. I open the door, quickly slipping in.