102; harry styles (hiatus)

0.5.

I wake up when a pleasant smell fills my senses... It's like eggs and another smell I can't decipher.

For a moment, I have no idea where I am. That's until I figure out what happened yesterday, I feel a big weight on my shoulders. My life is such a mess.

Harry's not in bed, I guess he's the one that's cooking. It smells delicious. I stand up and walk towards the bathroom to do normal stuff people do. Once I'm done, I walk to the kitchen - almost following the smell like a hungry dog.

"You're awake!" Harry says in a happy way.

"I think so," I laugh as I walk to his side. "What time is it?" I frown, I'm feeling a little bit lost.

"10 am. We've slept the whole night..." He replies, grinning.

"10 am?! Oh, god. Weed hit us hard, huh?" I chuckle and he smirks. "So... What are you doing?" I ask, looking at him as he cooks.

"Cooking?"

"Silly." I elbow him in his side and he gives me a cheeky smile. "What are you cooking?"

"Breakfast." He replies with the same smile.

"Harry!" I laugh, "Stop being a dork." He shakes his head as he hands me a plate of bacon, eggs, some toasts and and a glass of orange juice. We sit in the table as we eat our breakfast.

"This. is. so. good." I say, tasting the food like I haven't eat in a year or so. Harry giggles at my reaction.

"You're making me blush," He replies, acting like a girl, I roll my eyes. "How did you sleep?"

"Well, first of all, you are really annoying when you're sleeping." I lie, trying to make him feel guilty for a minute.

To be honest, I've slept so well. I don't know if it was because of his arms or his matress or, I don't know, but it was one of the best "naps" I've ever taken.

"I'm not the one who was sleep talking!" He shoots back and my eyes widen.

"Wait, are you serious?"

Thing is I used to sleep talking when I was younger. So I don't know if he's lying or if he's being serious.

"No!" He chuckles, "You won't believe me but you were speaking in french." He says and he, obviously, can't contain that stupid smirk.

I feel the blush in my cheeks and I look down, trying to hide it.

"Your cheeks are getting red..." He jokes and I want to disappear.

"I was lying about you being annoying, you could've lied too!" I hide my face in my hands, smiling.

"Oh, so you really talk when you're sleeping?" He asks me and I frown.

"What- Oh." I blush even more. "You didn't... You're a liar!" I slap his arm, chuckling. Great, now he knows that I talk asleep. "I hate you so much right now." I keep eating, ignoring his eyes.

"You believed me yesterday when I told you about Louis and now you did it again. I'm so good at this." He tells me, flashing me a proud grin.

"What did you really tell Louis yesterday?" I ask when I realize that he didn't tell me.

"I told him that we weren't what he thought we were and he told me that he didn't care, which obviously was a lie." He clears his throat, "And I told him to leave because he was starting to bother me." He confesses while eating. I nod, speechless.

"He's an idiot." I suddenly say.

"Yeah, I agree. I  think he would do anything to be with you and that's not... good." He tells me, drinking his juice.