Caged

Keona's pov

harry was still asleep, we were in the cold basement cuddled together on the floor, my back was hurting right now from the floor but I wasn't worried about that. I looked up at Harry's face, the way his facial texture looked like, he looked so peaceful. the way his hair looked while it was on the ground. His lips looked soft and kissable.

The he way his chest rose and fell. I softly ran my fingers through his lose curls. I remember when I played in his hair and put it into a pony tail. I smiled at the small memory.

I trailed my fingers softly onto his cheek and his jaw, mesmerized by the way he looked. He had model like features.

He had slowly woken up, his eyes didn't open, but I could tell he was awake just because his breathing transformed. It was no longer steady. It was more up beat. He left out a sigh.

"will you do me a favor?" Harry said in a slow deep voice.


"Yes." I said not even hesitating.

"Tell liam down stairs could he make everyone breakfast." He said with a sigh. "tell them Harry asked."

"Okay." I said softly getting up, I knew that my hair was everywhere.

I opened the door and then walked out, sluggishly moving down stairs, once I reached the bottom I walked around to see if I could liam. Thankfully I did he was sitting on the couch with a book in his hands.

"Hey." I said in a small voice. His head snapped up and looked at me and then a light frown came across his face. "Harry told me to ask you if you could make everyone breakfast." I tried to sound less scared than I actually am.

"Sure." He said putting down the book and then standing up and walking into the kitchen. That was easier than I thought it would be.

I turned on my heel. Making my way back up stairs.

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