CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
When I wake up, it’s still dark and all I hear is Harry’s soft snores next to me. I look over to see his ear bud lying across his face, his mouth open slightly. It looks as if the ear bud is going to fall into his mouth, which is actually one of the cutest things ever.
I grab his phone from where it sits next to his chest and press the home button. The screen brightens up, making everything a lot easier to see in a way. The clock on his phone says that it’s just a little after five, which means Harry’s alarm clock to get to his internship early since he missed so much of it last week while his family was in town will go off soon.
I unplug his ear buds so that he will hear his alarm go off and then go to the kitchen to start breakfast. Around thirty minutes later, I hear Harry tossing and turning and then a loud yawn. Turning around, I look to see Harry’s eyes barely open a small smile resting on his lips as he breathes evenly, his whole body practically moving with it.
He looks up then and I give him a small wave as his eyes fall on me and his smile grows. “Hey, Vi.” He mumbles, then perks up and says excitedly, “Did you make me breakfast?”
I look at the pancakes stacked one upon the other and shrug my shoulders, “I guess.”
I hear shuffling and turn around to see Harry jogging up next to me. He reaches over and grabs a few pancakes and sets them on his plate. I wait for him to go sit, but he doesn’t. Instead he just stands there until I flip the pancake up onto my spatula. “Did you want this one or something?” I ask, waving it around.
Before Harry can even say something, though, the pancake flies off and hits Harry straight in the face. It lands on his plate, but the pout on his lips makes me just want to kiss him.
“Violet!” He says, carrying out the word. He looks like a little kid mad about not being able to have a cookie before dinner.
I bite my lip to try to keep in my laugh, already failing miserably at trying to hold back a smile. “I’m sorry.” I say, laughing at the end a little, but then I see Harry’s face again and try to keep it back again.
He glares at me, narrowing his eyes. “No you’re not.” He says accusingly.
“Yeah, I know.” I say, turning around and tossing the spatula in the sink while moving pancakes onto my plate. When I turned back around, Harry is still pouting, a little piece of pancake stuck on the end of his nose.
“Violet!” He says, once again elongating my name. “You’re so mean to me, after I everything I do for you!” He says sarcastically, throwing around the arm that’s not full of a plate of pancakes around dramatically.
“You cook me food, that’s about all.” I correct, smiling coyly, “And I’ve cooked you breakfast today, so shut your stupid mouth up and eat.” I say, even though I would really like to kiss that stupid mouth but—that’s not important.
Harry shakes his head, trying to hide his smile by biting his bottom lip, “I let you use my books, my TV, and my kitchen,” He says pointedly, now instead of hiding his smile he’s smirking cleverly, “Oh, and you’ve recently started using my bed. So.”
I roll my eyes and walk to the table, sitting down and luckily Harry follows, “I’m pretty sure any other person who owned this flat would, too,” I say, continuing our conversation, “Maybe not the bed, though.” I muse, looking at my pancakes thoughtfully, “I’d just use the couch, though, that’s what I sometimes did with you; other times I just slept in the closet.”
He smiles, “So I’m doing you a favor of letting you sleep on a warm, comfortable mattress,” Harry points out, gesturing with his fork with a pancake on it, “Which, is actually important because like all things need a goodnight’s sleep.
