**FLORA'S POV**
I felt the flesh of another human being pressed up against my leg. Arms wrapped around me somewhat protectively. As a reflex, I flinched away, then remembered that I'd brought this strange torture on myself by inviting, well, begging, Harry to stay with me last night.
Stupid, stupid me!
I struggled to get out of his grip, but it was unrelenting, even tightening as I tried to wiggle away. I started to get panicky, my instincts kicking in as I realized how vulnerable I was at this point. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! I thought, searching for a way out of his arms.
Finally, he opened his eyelids sleepily and loosened his grip on me. I wriggled away and jumped out of the bed, freaking him out. "What's wrong?" He asked, looking me over to assess whether or not I was in trouble.
"I got scared. It's nothing, I'll be fine," I tried to smile but it came out a grimace. To hide it, I touched me eye delicately, pretending that it was the source of my inability to smile.
"Let's go get you some ice," Harry said comfortingly, leading me to the kitchen. He put some ice in a baggy while I sat on the counter. He handed the baggy to me and I pressed it to my eye. Now that I'd lied about it hurting, it actually did hurt a bit.
"Why did you stay?" I asked, honestly curious.
"You asked me to. And I wanted to. You looked like you needed someone," Harry shrugged, heating up the stove for breakfast.
"What are you making?" I asked, smelling the cinnamon.
"French toast, eggs, and bacon," Harry answered, focusing very hard.
"Do you want any help?" I asked, not bothering to mention that I don't eat pork.
"If you would make the eggs that would be fantastic!" Harry said. I hopped down from the counter and started beating the eggs with a whisk. My ice pack sat abandoned on the counter.
"So, Flora," Harry said, frying up bacon in the pan. "I was wondering if you would be my girlfriend."
"Harry, I can't. I'm sorry," I said. Dammit!
"That's okay. Every band needs someone in the lonely hearts club," Harry smiled shakily.
"Do you want to be with somebody like me?" I quoted the song, smiling a bit.
"January to December, I'm forever a member. Of the Lonely Hearts Club," Harry and I giggled at each other before continuing breakfast in silence.