Don't Judge {Completed}

Part 38

Your POV

I woke up to the sounds of pots clanking and the smell of coffee filling the air and making its way to my bedroom. A smile took over my face at the thought of him in the kitchen cooking for me. I really didn't have anyone do that for me in nearly a year, Ben used to do that for me all the time. He would wake up on Saturday when he knew I was tired from working all week and make me breakfast in bed. I wanted to stay in bed longer but my bladder forced me out of bed so I could relive it and get myself together. I spotted Harry shirtless wearing grey sweats in my kitchen, his long hair pulled up into a bun.

"Morning", I chirped.

"Morning beautiful, I hope you don't mind. I found these and stole them", he referred to the pants on his lower half.

"They were Ben's, not like he's coming back for them", I shrugged.

"And I stole a hair tye, mine broke", he smiled.

"Whatcha cooking there", I asked nodding to the pan in his hand.

"The only thing I know how to make; scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon", he smiled.

"I imagine you don't need to know anything about cooking since you have people do that in your big mansion Mr. Styles", I teased sitting in a chair at the small breakfast bar.

"Just eat", he playfully rolled his eyes.

"I'll have to get Colin soon", I said out loud as I looked at my watch.

"I had the nanny Olga come over to help my mom, I hope you don't mind", he said looking at me wearily.

I knew that meant he wanted time alone with me.

"It'll be nice to have a break", I shrugged.

He smiled and went back to eating, it was silent but a comfortable silence. Which was making me wonder if it was a good idea to ask him what I was about to but the question was eating me up inside and I just had to know.

"Harry", I finally spoke up and looked at him.

"Yes", he looked over at me.

"Can I ask you a question", I said nervously.

"Sure", he smiled and took my hand in his.

"Who's Hazel?".