I woke with a start, my eyes flashing open, fingers sinking into the sheets and cold nipping at my toes. A bit of winter sunlight streamed through my window and my mind instantly drifted to the events that took place a few hours before.

It almost happened. It was about to happen and I freaked out at the last minuet. I don’t think I’d ever get rid of this feeling of embarrassment. I’d been all talk and no game, spoiling a night that could have been amazing for both of us.

My hand palmed the bedsheets, searching for a lanky, wayward limb of Harry’s that may have drifted its way to my side during the night but I found nothing. He’d probably left in the wee hours of the morning, horny and cross from last night’s events. I couldn’t be mad at him. He was a man with needs which I’d failed to meet. Why would he stick around? As much as I secretly wished he would stay maybe it was better if he did leave. After last night it’d be hard to face him without wanting to crawl into a hole and die.

With a heavy sigh I peeled back the duvet, wiggling my toes in the carpet before rising out of bed. A slight chill hit my bare skin as I snatched the fleece dressing gown hanging from the door knob. I decided to postpone brushing my teeth when I realized Ollie was no where to be found and was probably in the kitchen parked outside the pantry begging for food.

“Olls! Wheeere are you?” I cooed making my way down the hall.

I could hear Ollie’s light purrs drifting from the kitchen as well as the clattering of plates. My stomach sank when I realized it. He was still here. He was still here and he wasn’t supposed to be.
With a deep breath I padded into the kitchen. Sure enough there was Harry, slumped over my stove in a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that I don’t remember him wearing the night before and flipping pancakes that I never recall being in my pantry. He looked so natural, navigating my kitchen as if were his own. I could almost get used to the sight of him standing there every morning. Almost.

I cleared my throat awkwardly.

“Good morning.” I croaked, running a hand through my hair as I approached him.

I’d noticed Ollie curled at his feet as well as his bowl full of food a few feet away. Harry spun around giving me a lopsided grin.

“Morning, love.” he rasped, sliding the last pancake on a plate stacked high with them.

I was speechless. He’d cooked breakfast for me and fed my cat and I hadn’t even touched his penis the night before. He can’t be real.

“Sleep well, yeah?” he asked, striding over to me and snaking his arms around my waist before pulling my hips toward him.

I nodded slowly, still unable to form my words as he pressed a kiss to my forehead before heading grabbing the plate of pancakes and heading over to my small kitchen table . Some of my best plates had been laid out along with two mismatched coffee mugs.

“Breakfast is ready. You hungry?” Harry pulled out one of the rickety chairs, gesturing me to take a seat but my feet stayed planted on the kitchen tiles.

I ran a hand through my tousled hair in disbelief.

“Don’t you have somewhere better to be?” I blurted. The question came out harsher than I’d intended it to.

Harry’s eyebrow’s furrowed and he propped his elbows on the table.

“Not really. No.” He shrugged.

I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut and pinching the bridge of my nose.
“I-I mean, you’re still here? Why? You should have been gone like, hours ago.”

“Well, surprise, I’m still here. Please, sit. Coffee’s getting cold.” he spoke with a dimpled grin.

I groaned. “I bet you’ve poisoned that breakfast!” I pointed a finger at him accusingly before stomping over to the kitchen sink.

I sighed heavily, keeping my back turned to him and staring out the window above the sink. I could hear hear Harry’s own heavy sighs and the chair scrapping across the kitchen tiles.

“Oi, mardy bum. This is about last night, innit?” he rasped, brushing his finger tips against my shoulders and sending a slight shiver down my spine.

I bit my lip and kept silent, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it.

“I promise I’m not mad. Proper disappointed but not mad.” he continued.

I sighed. “You’re not normal, Harry.” I replied.

Harry chuckled, his fingertips lazily drawing circles around along my shoulders.

“I like you, Presley and I don’t think a million failed hook-up attempts is going to change that."

I could feel the color rising to my cheeks and I bit back a smile.

"Please, eat with me?” he drawled and I couldn’t help but give in.

I spun around to face him.

“Under one condition,” I folded my arms across my chest and Harry’s eyebrow’s rose.

“Yeah?”

“We mention nothing else about this. Ever.”

He placed a finger over his lips with a smirk.

“Secret’s safe with me.”

I shook my head with a grin.

“It’s not official until you make it a pinky promise.”

“What?” Harry asked, crinkling his nose.

I stuck out my pinky.

“Make it a pink promise, H. It’s the only way I know you’re being truthful.”

He laughed, sticking out his long pinky and linking it with me.

“Now it’s legit.”

Notes

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