I woke up the next morning with a yawn, my eyes fluttering open as the sun shined through the curtains. I looked at the empty spot next to me on the bed, the sheets creased from where Harry’s body lay previously. Running a hand through my hair that was still curly because of yesterday, I sat up and realized that I was fully naked. Looking around, I saw my underwear in the corner of the room. Getting up, I walked over and put it on, now only in my bra and underwear. I then spotted Harry's white V-neck, so I put that on as well and saw that it went down to my mid thigh.
Walking into Harry’s bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that my make up was smudged. Sighing, I quickly washed my face, ridding off the access make up. Once I was done, I walked out of Harry's room and down the stairs. I entered the kitchen where I saw Harry cooking something on the stove, wearing his favorite grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
I smiled, approaching him quietly. I wrapped my arms around him from behind his body, and his head turned to look at me. A smile creeped on to his face, dimples in view. “Morning,” I say quietly, my forehead resting against his back.
“Morning, babe,” his gruff morning voice spoke.
“Whatcha making?” I ask, my hans running over his bare abs as I stayed behind him.
“French toast,” he replies.
I walk around and next to him, looking in the pan and smile. “Looks good,” I say.
Harry smiles at me before putting the French toasts in a plate and then at the dining table. The two of us sit down and start eating them, and once again, Harry’s cooking totally pleased me.
“Wow, this is really good,” I say, swallowing down the piece of French toast.
Harry smirks. “You say that like you expected it to be bad.”
“Just a tiny bit,” I say in a teasing tone, smiling.
He rolls his eyes and puts the now empty, dirty dishes away. I stood up from the chair, grabbing myself a glass of water and gulping it down. As I put it away, Harry towered over me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“What do you wanna do today?” his raspy voice says, green eyes looking down into my blue ones.
“Is sleep an option?” I ask, my own arms around his neck.
Harry’s face breaks into a smirk. “I like the way you think,” he says, before picking me up and walking back into the bedroom.
“I can’t believe you two do did the deed,” Melody giggles as we walk into the school.
I roll my eyes as I shove her slightly. “Shut up, Mels,” I say as we enter the building. “It’s not a big deal,” I add with a mumble.
“Are you kidding?” she laughs. “It is a big deal! You two practically just spilled how much you love each other.”
I shut my eyes tightly, a groan escaping my lips. “Please do not use the word ‘spill’, Melody.”
She looks at me, confused, until realization dawns on her. “Oops,” she giggles. “Sorry.”
I roll my eyes as I approach my locker. Melody and I had our lockers next to each other’s so we never really went different ways. As I got my books out and closed my locker, I jumped a mile when I saw Harry leaning against the locker next to me.
“Hey,” I laugh.
“Hey there,” he smirks, giving me a peck on the lips.
“You wanna come over after school?” I ask.
Harry shrugs, smiling. “Sure.”
I grin as we all walk to our next class. As we walk, I hear Harry humming some song. I smile as he does so. The guy likes to sing, no doubt about it, but he just never sings in front of me or anyone else for that matter. I honestly wonder what his voice sounds like when he sings.
Soon enough, it was the end of the day and Harry and I were going to my house. We enter my house, laughing and talking. But that soon stops when we enter the living room. My eyes widen when I see the figure sitting on the couch in the living room, and Harry tenses up ever so slightly next to me.
“D-Dad?” I ask, frowning. “What are you doing here?”
Dad stands up and looks at Harry and I. “Better question is, what is he doing here?”
I look at Harry, who’s glaring at my dad, and then back at him. “I... We..” I stutter.
“I guess it doesn’t matter, anyway,” Dad shrugs carelessly, his arms crossing over his chest. “Since you won’t be seeing him ever again.”
My jaw drops. “And why’s that?” Harry spits.
“I believe I wasn’t speaking to you,” Dad snaps at Harry, before looking back at me. “I talked to your mother, and we both made the mutual decision that you are moving in with her.”
My eyes widen as my bag drops to the floor. “You’re kicking me out?” I gasp. Was I hearing him right?
Dad shrugs. “Call it what you want. But it’s what’s best for you.”
“But what does it have anything to do with me not being able to see Harry again?” I ask, my hand squeezing Harry’s.
Dad sickly smirks. “Your mother lives in Los Angeles, California.”