Ripped to shreds

The next day I woke up with the sun blaring through the window right in my face. I squinted my eyes because I could barely see and as I look around the room, I saw that the place where Harry was sleeping was empty. But then I heard the lovely words, "Good morning," and saw Harry sitting at the end of the bed.

"Good morning. What time is it?" I asked.

"It's about eleven o'clock," he replied. Did I really sleep in that late? Oh well. I was wide awake now. "Would you like some breakfast? I made omelets and bacon and I have some orange juice and milk," he said. Wow, he really knows how to treat women.

"That would be nice. Thank you," I said with a smile. He took my hand and led me to the kitchen where all the food was laid out. It all looked extremely delicious! "Did you make all of this?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" He responded.

"it just looks really good! I never knew you could cook." I hoped I didn't sound surprised, but I guess I did.

"Thanks. I learned how to cook from my mom before she left me. She was quite amazing," he said. He pulled out a chair for me to sit and then he when's and sat down himself. We each passed around the food and I got bacon, an omelet and orange juice.

"Can I tell you something?" Harry asked. My heart started pounding. I hate that question, but coming from him, I was curious.

"Sure," I replied.

"Well I know you like me," he started, and I could feel my cheeks blushing, "but I don't know if you know this. I like you also. And I think you are extremely beautiful and adorable how shy and nervous you are around me. I know there are a lot of girls that like me, but I don't like the girls that are desperate and would do anything for me to like them back. I like the girls that are quiet and don't beg for attention but also stay true to who they are and don't try to be someone else just for a guy. And that's everything you have. And I love it."

I really felt like I was supposed to be passing out or something at that moment, but all that I was thinking about was how blind I had been all this time. That Harry actually liked me? For being myself , little shy me? Wow. I was shocked. That the most popular and hottest guy at school liked me.

"Wow," I replied. "I can't believe that someone that I've liked for so long has liked me back this whole time. Thanks for telling me. It means a lot," I said with a smile. At that, we finished our meal and sat there and talked about personal stuff like family and everything. This was unbelievable.

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