Falling for the Foreign | HS

If I Could Fly

Chapter 4

"Hazel?" I hear my mother speak through the wood door. Tubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I glance at my phone: 9:26 a.m.

I groan and grumble a response, "What?" letting my mom know I was awake and very annoyed.

Before I could process anything, she opens the door and peeks her head through the doorway, "Haze, your father and I are headed to work. Harry is making breakfast for you guys right now, so head downstairs soon."

I can't help but smile at the fact that Harrys cooking. My mom laughs at the look on my face and continues, "Why don't you and Harry do some exploring today?" she proudly suggests.

I nod and wave her out of my room so I can get ready. I grab a pair of jean shorts and a cute, black, cropped tank. Feeling lazy, I pull my mane of golden waves into a high pony and just put on some mascara.

I walk down the stairs rather aggressively and jump down over the last two stairs. My reasoning?... I have absolutely none.

Walking into the kitchen, I find Harry scrambling some eggs on the stove.

I sit down at the island and smile, watching him focus all his energy into his cooking. Without turning around, Harry mutters, "Staring at me already Haze? Is this going to be a tradition in the mornings?"

I feel my face flush as he switches off the burner and turns around, plating our eggs. He meets my blushing face with a cheeky grin and glittering emerald eyes.

"I- uh, well, um... no?" I manage to say, only to get a knowing laugh out of Harry. He walks around the island and places my plate in front of me. "Thank you Haz," I say (surprisingly without stuttering.)

He smiles at me sweetly, yet proud, "You're welcome." After a few bites he glances back over at me and asks, "So, Hazel Avery, what is the plan for today?"

I think for a second before replying, "Well, Harry Styles, that is for me to know, and you to find out. Just be ready by noon." He shakes his head and smiles down at his plate.

We finish eating and he grabs my plate before I can even stand up. He brings our dishes to the sink and puts them in the dishwasher, once again smiling proud. "You didn't have to do that you know," I laugh.

I watch him walk over to me and once again, he towers over me. I lean against the cool, granite countertop and he places his hands one either side of me, gripping the counter. I look up at him and watch a sly grin appear on his lips. "Like I said, I enjoy helping."

I can't hold down the blush, which only makes me blush more. He smirks and pushes off the counter, walking up the stairs to get ready.

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Harry comes down the stairs in black, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt.

How does someone make such a basic outfit look so good?

We hop in the car and pull out of the driveway, heading into the city for the day. I hand Harry the AUX and he turns on A-Punk by Vampire Weekend.

I look over at him with a shocked look on my face. "Oh, I'm sorry," he says, "I can change the song if you want?"

I just shake my head and laugh, "No, I love this song. I just didn't expect you to be the alternative type."

He shrugged at my comment. "I'm full of surprises. Just you wait." I see a smirk on his lips, but ignore him and roll down the windows.

His next song choice is Alive by Empire of the Sun, which, naturally, can only be played at full volume.

This is followed by 6 other great songs, before finally arriving at our first location.