Bad Idea (Hariana)

007. BIG YELLOW TAXI

BLAIR

I awoke from my slumber tangled in between an unfamiliar set of silky sheets and a fully white comforter. I woke up in a room that didn't exactly feel familiar, my clothes from yesterday were piled on the floor.  I saw two bottles of beer lying on the side of my bed and my phone battery practically drained.

I remember staying up last night after leaving the french cafe with Harry, but the rest of the night after that was a blur. I glanced at the digital clock placed on the bedside table, which read 10:52 A.M.

The strong aroma of breakfast foods wafted into the peculiar bedroom, making my mouth water. I looked around the mostly white and blue room that I was laying in. Abstract pictures of art hung neatly on the walls, and it was so perfectly clean, bedsides the unmade bed I was in.

My eyes then shifted over to the door and I noticed my pink dress lying on the ground and a white button-up next to it. It was then that I remembered what Harry and I had done after the cafe last night, and why I was in a strange bed with only my bra.

I blushed silently remembering bits and pieces of the night's events, and how I ended up in Harry Styles's bed on a random Saturday morning. I opened the comforter and let the cold gust of air rush over my body, sending chills all across my bare and exposed skin.

I let my toes gently touch the dark wooden floors below me and tiptoed over to where I assumed a change of clothes would be. I kneeled and pulled on the dresser drawer, examining all of the clothes that lay perfectly inside.

I pulled out a Fleetwood Mac tee shirt and slipped it over my underwear quickly, as I was still so cold. I made my way over to the bathroom, which connected to his bedroom, and looked into the mirror.

The tee shirt fits me like a dress, and my hair remained in the ponytail I wore last night, only slightly messier. I turned the knob on the sink and splashed some cold water on my face to further wake myself up.

I tiptoed out of the room and into the hallway, trying to be as quiet as possible. The smell of the food cooking grew more present, along with the now very loud sound of music.

I turned the corner that leads into the kitchen and heard the familiar lyrics of Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell. The song was one of my favorites, and it was sadly about to end.

"Hey pave paradise, put up a parking lot!" Harry sang in his deepest possible voice, followed by a round of fake laughter, just like how Joni sang the song.

I had finally made it to the kitchen island and I pulled out the stool, watching harry dance while his back was turned to me.

"I love big yellow taxi!" I called out over the blasting music. I cupped my hands around my mouth and offered a wide grin in Harry's direction. He whipped his shirtless body around and his eyes grew quite large when he noticed me sitting at his kitchen island.

"No! Shit! Fuck! Fuck you!" he exclaimed, pointing at me aggressively with one hand, a frying pan in the other. A small smile crept across his face, and he rubbed his forehead with his hand in defeat.

"Good morning to you, too, Harry," I replied blankly, confused as to why he cursed me out.

"I was going to make you breakfast in bed! You aren't supposed to be up yet." Harry laughed, now leaning across the huge kitchen island to face me. A kitchen towel was draped over his shirtless upper body, and his green eyes pierced mine with emotion.

"Would you like me to go back?" I asked jokingly, unsure if Harry would agree. "Yes! Just pretend you never saw any of this," he demanded, waving for me to go back into his bedroom. I laughed excitedly and ran into his room, shutting the door behind me.

I unpeeled the comforter and climbed inside, closing my eyes. I couldn't stand the smell of the food anymore, I was so hungry. However, I liked the banter between me and Harry. I was willing to wait for him.

I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway eagerly, and I immediately took my final 'fake sleeping' position.

I shut my eyes tighter and pretended to fake snore, trying my best not to let out all of my laughter.

Harry opened the bedroom door and I heard the sound of him set something next to me onto the bed. I felt his warm hand rub my shoulder gently, and I pretended to wake up.

"Oh! Good morning, Harry." I announced excitedly with a yawn and a stretch. a giant smile spread across his face as well.

"Good morning Blair! I hope you slept well." He greeted back, going along with our stupid game. "I slept wonderful, Mr. Styles. You have a very comfortable bed, you know." I complimented, now sitting straight up.

I turned my attention to the tray of food sitting next to me and dramatically clasped my hands over my cheeks.

"You made breakfast?!" I cheered. I brought my hands up to Harry's shoulders, shaking them playfully. He nodded excitedly and picked up the heavy tray.

I crossed my legs and allowed Harry to place the tray on top of my lap. Before I ate anything, I just stared at Harry, who was extremely confused as to why I wasn't eating the food he prepared.

"Are you gonna help me eat it or what?" I jokingly asked harry. instead of answering my question, he responded with a giant smile and climbed onto the bed, sitting on the opposite side of me.

I took one of his pillows and placed it between Harry and me, then set the tray of breakfast foods on top. I grabbed a fork and punctured a stack of misshaped pancakes with it.

"I tried to make waffles, then I realized I don't own a waffle iron, so I used a little toothpick and tried to make the squares on the waffles," Harry announced proudly, his mouth full of the pancakes he had made.

"They're.. abstract, but they're so good." I laughed, making Harry's cheeks flushed slightly red.

The two of us continued to eat in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. The silence was a comfortable type, not awkward in any way.

I brought the glass of orange juice up to my mouth and took a sip, the sour taste making my lips slightly curl.

"Last night was wild," Harry told me, breaking the silence we created. I finished drinking out of the glass and nodded.

"That's one way to put it." I laughed, making Harry let out a soft chuckle as well. I twisted the ring he gave me around my finger, looking down at all of the food we had yet to finish.

"You're a special person, Blair. You know that?" Harry told me in a deep voice, making direct eye contact with me.

"Same to you. I'll always remember last night, I think." I smiled, continuing to twist the rose ring that was on my ring finger.

"I don't want this to be goodbye, though. " Harry confessed to me. I stopped playing with the ring and looked at Harry, noticing how his eyes seemed sadder than before.

"Who said it was?" I asked him. a small smile grew on Harry's face before he threw his head back in slight laughter, rubbing his temple with his left hand.

"You drive me crazy." Harry joked, although, I don't think he was exactly joking this time.

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