Summer Break

“Annabelle, Wakey Wakey!”
I groaned as I flipped over onto my stomach on the bed, this is not happening again.
“Anna, it’s 8! Do you want to waste today? No, you don’t.”
“Harry, I swear to God if you touch me and try to force me to get out of bed. I’m gonna-”
“Damn, you’re testy when you’re on your period. I’ll remember that.” He sounds making a mental note. “I didn’t say you had to get out of bed, I just need you to wake up… and sit up, that’s all.”
Groaning, I roll over back onto my back. “What?” I say harsher than intended.
“I made you breakfast.” His voice soft and sincere.
My eyes dart open as I looked at him with a tray of food in his hand. A smile spread across my lips as I sat up and he walked the tray toward me.
“You made this? For me?”
“Yea! I had to look up the recipe and I had someone run to get some of the stuff I needed.” His bodyguard he has here most likely. I don’t know why he’s here, he hasn’t been needed really. “These are Red Velvet pancakes.” I laugh remembering the promise he made the night before. “Cream Cheese Icing, then just a bowl of strawberries, bananas, and blueberries, then some milk.”
I glance down at the beautiful presentation of food that’s laid before me and my eyes land on the two glasses of milk. I look at him, knowing he notices and he answers.
“Oh, and that’s all I made so we’re sharing.” He shrugs, grabbing the other fork.
“Um, no we’re not.” I shake my head pushing his hand away from the plate.
I looked at the stunned boy in front of me and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Annabelle, that wasn’t funny! I thought you were serious!”
“Of course not! I just wanted to see your face.” I smiled.
Oh my gosh, this food really looks so good. I pick the fork up from the tray and cut a piece from the stack of pancakes. I can feel Harry’s gaze on me, but I choose to ignore it. Slowly sliding the food into my mouth, I’m overwhelmed by the flavor and richness of the pancakes.
“Oh my god!” I say, before I can even swallow.
“You like it? Of course you like it.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal. Sitting next to me, he reaches his fork back over to the pancakes and takes a bite. “Oh my god!” he repeats my actions. “I didn’t think these would be so good.”
“Me either, a little rich for a breakfast but I’m completely okay with it today. I’m really impressed.” I say taking another bite.
“Sometimes I can be a good boyfriend.” He smiles, taking another bite.
“What? You’re always a good boyfriend.” I reply, tilting my head up at him.
“I know, it’s just nice hearing you say it, love.” I blushed at his words.
We continued eating the meal Harry made for me… us? In the background, there was an episode of some show I’d never heard of, and I didn’t care to pay attention. I just watched Harry, memorizing every detail. I’m assuming the show was a comedy, because he was laughing a lot. I watched the way he through his head back and clapped his hands together in front of him when he laughed hard at some. I studied how deep his dimples were when he smiled, whether it was at the television or me. I counted how many times he touched his face in a short amount of time, 17. Mostly lips. I admired the way he would bite his lip, and when he would stick his tongue when he took a bit of food. I wanted to make sure I remembered him like this; happy, carefree, mine.
I excused myself to use the restroom after we had finished, and when I was done I just looked in the mirror. All I can think about is how much I’m going to miss him, every single thing about him. I don’t know what going to happen, how our future is going to be if we have one. I hope we do, my feelings for this boy have grown so deep in such a short amount of time. I really don’t want to lose him.
Sighing, I open the door and walk back into the bedroom. The empty tray is now gone, I am guessing he took it into the kitchen.
I walked over to where he was laying and crawled into the bed next to him. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, and laid my head on his chest.
“You all right, love?” I’m gonna miss his accent.
“I’m just going to miss you so damn much.” I whispered.
“What happened to ‘let’s not talk about that’?” he asked, running his fingers through my hair.
“I know, I just… I was thinking about it, and I just am.” I shrugged. “I’m gonna miss you and I only have 3 nights left here.”
“It’s still time, right?”
“Yes, you’re right.” I sigh. “Alright, I am going to take a quick shower.” I told him, reaching up to kiss his lips.
“I am going to be watching this hilarious show… I just realized I don’t even know what it’s called.” He stated.
I laughed and rolled out of bed, making my way to the bathroom again.
Harry POV
I love her, I absolutely love her. Everything she does makes me want to be with her more. When should I tell her that though? Tomorrow? What significance would that have? Her last day here that could be good. The night before she leaves, I can finally tell her how I feel. I know she won’t want some huge, romantic gesture. No out to dinner dates, no gifts, just the three simple words will hopefully have the ability to make her smile. Maybe I shouldn’t plan it, when its feels like the right moment, I’ll say it.
Knowing my words can have that effect on her makes me smile. But what am I leaving out? Maybe she doesn’t feel the same way about me as I do… What if she doesn’t love me like I love her?
No, Harry! You can’t think like that, think positive, mate. And stop talking to yourself.
Anna POV
They came, they freaking came. I just wanted a relaxing shower, and my cramps came rushing in like a… like a…
Shoot, what’s something fast? Waterfall? Eh, not for cramps. Whatever, I’m cramping.
They aren’t so bad right now, I can just go take some Ibuprofen and make this stage last a little longer.
I quickly finish my shower, and dry myself off. I slid on my bra and panties, then my shorts only to notice that I don’t have a shirt in here. Dammit.
I walked over the door and open it to stick my head out, careful not to show too much over my bra. Harry looks at me as soon as he hears the door open.
“Hey, can you hand me a shirt please?” I ask.
“Course.” He answers, walking over to his dresser. He knows where my bag is, why didn’t he just grab on of my shirts? “Here.” He said handing it out to me.
“Thank you.” I grabbed ahold of it and smiled before closing the door.
This shirt, I’ve seen it so many times. One of my favorite I’ve ever seen him wear, and he’s only worn it once since I’ve been here. It’s black, with the Rolling Stones Logo on it. The sleeves are still rolled up, and it even smells like his cologne. I slip it on over my head before admiring the fact that I get to wear it. Oh shoot, Ibuprofen. Focus Annabelle.
I walk back into the bedroom to find my purse on a chair on the other side of the bed. I can feel Harry’s eyes on me as I walk towards my bag. Taking out the medicine I put two in my hand then grab the bottle of water from my bag as well, slowly swallowing the two pills.
“I like that shirt on you.” Harry states, while I continue to focus on the pills successfully going down my throat. I hate taking pills.
“Thank you. I quite like it myself, may have to keep it.” I turn to him smiling.
“Come here.” He said softly, nudging his head toward the empty space in the bed beside him.
I moved over to the bed and lied down next to him, but left space between us. I was on my side, body facing him and he turned to lie in the same position. He stared into my eyes and I into his, until he moved minutes later.
Harry moved himself closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. His right hand was one my back, fingers spread, and his head was on mine.
“Annabelle-” I thought he was going to continue, but he didn’t.
“Harry.” I replied, starting to move my hand to wrap my arm around him.
I was distracted by the pain from my cramps, and it was awful, maybe even worse than usual. I tried to focus on his hand rubbing my back, or the steady breathes he was taking. It didn’t really work after a while, though.
Involuntarily, I moved my knees into my chest, making Harry move away a little. He tried to move back to look at my face, but I gripped his back harder and pulled him closer to me.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yea,” I replied breathlessly. I seriously get the worst cramps; it’s hard for me to handle the pain.
“We should all go out tonight.” He stated hopefully trying to distract me. “To a nice dressy place.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad.” I agreed weakly.
I felt a couple of tears trickle down my face. I feel so pathetic, crying in front of him because I basically can’t handle being a woman. Maybe I’m not the only one… or maybe I am.
I sniffled quietly, letting out a quiet sob… if that’s even a real thing.
“Hey,” Harry pulled back this time; I didn’t feel like trying to stop him. “Are you okay?” the concern covered his face and filled his voice.
“Course,” I tried to laugh, “Remember when I said that I got terrible cramps? I wasn’t exaggerating, they’re really bad.”
I watched Harry as he bit his lip, then moved thumb across it, pulling at it. He looked me in the eyes, and then glanced over my body.
“Take your shirt off.” Part of me was thinking your shirt but the smart part of my brain spoke.
“Harry, are you serious? I’m on my-”
“Annabelle, I know that. Trust me; just take your shirt off.” He interrupted calmly.
I hesitated at first, but soon sat up and slide the shirt over my head, revealing my black lace bra. Props to me.
I looked over at him, a small smile playing on his lips. He kept it as he pulled me in to his arms, lying back down on the bed with me half way on top of him. My cheek was on his chest and my left arm was around his body. Harry had his large right hand on the uncovered skin of my back. He started rubbing my back, almost differently than he had before. Then it was just a caring gesture, which I could use the same description now but it was like he was trying to make me-
“Do you feel any better?” he asked, speaking my thoughts.
Honestly, I did. I don’t know why or how or maybe it was because of the reason he thought this would make me feel better.
“Like my mom…” I thought aloud gazing up at him.
He smiled down at my, moving his pinky to my eye and ran it across my lashes.
I giggled; I can’t believe he remembered such small things.
“You’re incredible.” His voice was low, slow, and beautiful.

Notes