Maybe (harry styles fanfic)
chapter 14
I squeeze my eyes shut at the sunlight coming from the window. I start to release where i am and who has his arm round my waist. i try to sit up without disturbing harry. i slid up, his arm lands on my lap. his curls spread out on the pillow. He eyes squeeze a little to my moment. His arms gentally tightens. I slip out of the the blankets replacing them back on harry. I lightly kiss him on his cheek touching his soft cheek. I feel a large hand taking my wrist. His eyes stays close though he mumbles words i cant understand.
"hmm? harry if your awake please speak up" i whisper to him.
"where are you going, love?" he says more clearer.
i stroke his hair out of his face. i gentally smile leaning to bush my nose against his.
"im going to make some food for us" i say quietly
"let me help" he says
he slowly gets up rubbing his green eyes. i take his hand and walk into the kitchen. i get some pans out and show him where the cupboard was. he get out the ingredients out showing them to me. he places them on the table. i walk past taking him with the pan. i pour them into the bowl. large hands take me from behind. his chin leans on my shoulder. I start to crack the eggs.
"no, no, no, selena, you are doing it all wrong." he shifts to the side of me. he trys to take the egg out of my hand.
"I got this" i say bumping my hip into his. he chuckles.
he takes another egg out of the container. we mix the bowl thoroughly. his makes the hot-cakes as i get everything ready.
i hear people in the living talking. louis apears in the doorway.
"smells good"
"hmm? harry if your awake please speak up" i whisper to him.
"where are you going, love?" he says more clearer.
i stroke his hair out of his face. i gentally smile leaning to bush my nose against his.
"im going to make some food for us" i say quietly
"let me help" he says
he slowly gets up rubbing his green eyes. i take his hand and walk into the kitchen. i get some pans out and show him where the cupboard was. he get out the ingredients out showing them to me. he places them on the table. i walk past taking him with the pan. i pour them into the bowl. large hands take me from behind. his chin leans on my shoulder. I start to crack the eggs.
"no, no, no, selena, you are doing it all wrong." he shifts to the side of me. he trys to take the egg out of my hand.
"I got this" i say bumping my hip into his. he chuckles.
he takes another egg out of the container. we mix the bowl thoroughly. his makes the hot-cakes as i get everything ready.
i hear people in the living talking. louis apears in the doorway.
"smells good"
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