White Horse

Chapter 28: First Fight

~Harry’s POV~

“Yea make sure she doesn’t find out. I want it to be a surprise… Okay… Yep. See you soon… Bye.” I said quietly. I hung up my phone and stuck it in my back pocket.

“HARRY COME GET YOUR BREAKFAST! WE GOT STUFF TO DO TODAY!” Liam shouted from downstairs. I sighed and left my room. When I got downstairs, I sat down at the table began to dig into my food. Today’s breakfast was waffles, eggs, and pancakes, my favorites.

“So what do we have planned today?” Niall asked sitting next to me.

“We’ve got a photo shoot at nine for J-14 magazine and an interview. Then afterwards around 11:30 we have to go to the studio to finish recording the last song on the album and the photo shoot for the album is at 1. Then we have a meet and greet at 3 to promote the new album. Lastly, we have an interview for the Graham Norton Show around 10,” Liam replied, looking at his phone schedule.

We groaned at the packed schedule. It was going to be a busy day without much rest. One of the only downsides of our job was the fact that we were always on the move. By the end of the day, we get to the point where we’re knocked out before we even get into the car to go home. And when we do get home it’s always around 12 or 1 in the morning. So we usually don’t get much sleep, because then we have to wake up early in the morning to get ready for the next day.

Niall sat down in front of me and Zayn sat down next to him. Liam sat down at one end of the table and Louis sat to his left. So the order was like this.

Niall, Zayn, no-one

Liam            No-one

Louis, no-one, me

We quietly ate our breakfast, all of us on our phones. A soft giggle made us all look up. Caden was standing at the entrance of the kitchen, a soft smile on her face. She was still wearing my shirt from last night and some fuzzy socks. Her hair was up in messy bun and her face was free of makeup. She looked beautiful as always.

“Y’all are addicted to y’all’s phones,” she yawned, her southern accent thick. She raised her arms to stretch and when she brought them back down, my shirt slipped from her shoulder. Her exposed skin made me suck in a sharp breath.

Caden, of course, was oblivious to all the attention she was getting. She made no move to fix the slip and continued to make her breakfast. As she poured her coffee into her mug, the shirt slipped even further making us all suck in a breath. When she heard us, she turned around and gave us a confused look.

“What?” she asked, completely confused.

“Nothing,” We replied in unison.

She shrugged, before pilling her plate with some eggs and bacon. She grabbed the ketchup from the fridge on the way the table. She sat in between Louis and I, giving Louis a quick good morning kiss. “I had a great time last night Lou. Thanks for the awesome date,” she said, squirting the ketchup onto her eggs. I gave her a strange look. “Don’t give me that look. It’s a southern thing… And by the way, thanks for helpin’ me to bed last. I probably would have fallen asleep in the shower last night if it wasn’t for your help.”

I cringed at her choice of words. Louis glared at me, his gaze was murderess. “YOU HELPED HER TAKE A SHOWER?” He shouted.

“No, no,” Caden said quickly, realizing her mistake. “That is NOT what happened. He opened up me bed for me, picked out my pajamas, tucked me in and sang me a song. That was it!”

“THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING HIS SHIRT!” He asked loudly, pulling at the gray fabric on her body.

“Because,” She answered crossing her arms. All of us, including Louis, flinched. We knew she meant business when she crossed her arms, and when she did it usually never ended well for us, “the only way to get my pajamas is by going to my closet. And the only way to get to my closet is through the bathroom. Clearly he couldn’t do that so he went and got a shirt for me to sleep in. And besides, I almost always take shirts from you guys to sleep in. Just last week I wore Zayn’s shirt to bed almost every day for a week before putting it to wash.”