HALF A HEART
Chapter 41
Annie’s POV
I woke to the sun shining through my window of my London house. I stretched and attempted to rub the sleepiness out of my eyes before I threw my covers off of me and sat up. Harry and I had gotten back to London yesterday. My weekend in LA with Harry was the most magical and romantic weekend I had ever had in my life. My mind still can’t fathom that Harry miraculously and spontaneously remembered who I was AND that he flew to LA just to tell me. Then we spend the weekend obsessing over each other in my hometown where I got to show him significant places in my childhood. It was incredible.
I looked around my room and then a caught a familiar scent in my nose. The corners of my mouth spread into a massive grin as my heart began to flutter with giddiness. I jumped out of bed, ran my fingers through my hair, pulled Harry’s Jack Wills sweater on and raced down the stairs. When I got to the kitchen I came to a skidding halt and saw the familiar sight of Harry in my mom’s pink apron as he rolled bread dough on my kitchen island. I saw spots of flour dotting his cheeks and hair as he messaged the dough. I felt my heart skip a beat… Gah he’s so amazing…
I jogged up behind him and wrapped my arms around his ribcage and rested my chin on his shoulder. He wiped his hands on a near by towel. I inhaled his scent as his arms rested on top of mine and he leaned his head on mine. I kissed his cheek quickly and then he lifted his right arm to allow me to step in front of him. I ducked under his arm keeping my arms wrapped around his ribcage. Once I was standing in front of him, the arm he had raised rested on my lower back and he looked down at me with a passionate emerald gaze.
He kissed my lips lightly before he said, “How are you this morning my love?”
“I am wonderful.” I smiled and enjoyed the dimpled grin that spread across his face.
“I thought I would make you and your mum some bread seeing as that I haven’t done that in months.” He laughed as he detached himself from me and continued messaging the dough on the counter. I walked around the island and sat in a stool directly across from Harry as I rested my chin in my hand and admired him. He switched his focus to me as he continued to message the dough, “What are you thinking about?” he chuckled.
“You.” I replied simply.
He smiled as he looked back down at the dough and said, “What about me?”
“How amazing you are.” I breathed.
“How so?” He sounded genuinely curious and I felt one of my eyebrows raise.
“Oh I don’t know Styles. Maybe because you’re standing in my kitchen at,” I glanced at the clock behind me, “8:00 on a Saturday morning making my mom and I bread from scratch. Or maybe it’s the fact that you flew to LA just so you could tell me you remembered who I am.” I laughed. “Maybe a combination of those and other things.”
“That’s nothing.” He said not removing his fixated stare from the dough.
“Oh okay.” I laughed.
He stopped what he was doing and looked at me seriously with his hands still in the dough. “Do you want to know why YOU’RE amazing? And far more amazing than me?” He asked and I felt my eyebrows rise in surprise. “You’re amazing because you stayed by my bedside for a month while I was in a coma, not knowing if I would live or die. You practically dropped out of school to make sure that I was okay and THEN you started talking to different schools about they things that I should be remembered for if I had ended up dying. You went to the States to do that too. And THEN when I had woken up and hadn’t the slightest clue of who you were you STILL stayed by my side and did everything and anything you could to make sure I remembered what we have. THAT’S why you’re incredible Annie. That’s why I admire you so much.” He said simply and returned his focus to the dough.
I felt my eyebrows raise and tears of happiness rim my eyes. Harry picked up the lump of dough and placed it in the pan. He grabbed a towel and draped it over the pan to let the dough rise. I got up from my stool and walked over to Harry who was now washing his hands in the sink. He turned around and looked at me, tears rimming his eyes as well, when he had finished drying his hands. I placed my right hand on his cheek and his head leaned into it as his eyes fluttered shut. He rested his hand on top of mine as he took a deep breath. He opened his eyes again and a single tear fell. I wiped it away with my thumb and cupped my other hand on his cheek as well. I pulled his face toward me and pressed his lips lightly against mine. He moved the hand that was on top of mine to the back of my neck and pressed me harder against him, the passion of the kiss being revealed by his need to take a breath every few seconds. I snaked my hands around to the back of his neck and ran my fingers through his soft chocolate curls. His hands slithered down my body to my waist and lifted me up onto the island. I was above him now and tilted his head up to reattach my lips to his. He snaked his hands around my waist and crushed me against him. I ran my fingers through his curls as I granted his tongue access into my mouth.
“Good morning children!” My mom sang as she walked into the living room.
Harry and I jumped apart and I fell clumsily off the island and almost onto my face but Harry caught me. I rested my hands on his chest to steady myself and Harry kept his hands around my waist. I felt my cheeks flush red. I could feel his heart racing under my hands and looked into his wide emerald eyes as they searched my face. His shoulders heaved as he took in large gulps of air and I realized I was doing the same thing.
“Holy shit that was embarrassing.” He whispered as he chuckled.
“Yeah no kidding. My mom has a habit of interrupting us doesn’t she?” I whispered back and he chuckled as he nodded his head.
He kissed me again quickly and then turned around to check the bread dough. My mom walked into the kitchen a few seconds later and looked at me clearly amused. Harry stuck the pan in the oven and set the timer before he turned around to look at us.
“Good morning Mrs. Richards. Sleep well?” He asked casually.
“Wondrously thank you. It’s nice to see you around here in the morning again Harry.” She said as she walked over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup.
“You and me both.” He laughed.
I walked over to the kitchen table when I heard my phone buzzing on it. I saw the name blinking on the screen and answered it.
“Hey El!” I said.
“Annie! Are you back?” She asked.
“Yes ma’am. Harry and I got back last night.” I said and turned around to see him smiling at me, his emerald eyes glowing with admiration. I turned back around as I felt my cheeks turn pink and stared out the window at the snow that was beginning to melt.
“GOOD! Come over to my house at 6:00 tonight okay? Wear something nice.” She said and I heard her click off.
“Was that Eleanor?” Harry asked.
“Yup,” I said popping the “p,” “And we’re going over to her house tonight. We have to wear something nice apparently.”
He shrugged, “Alright sounds like a party.”
I inched on my tights as I looked over at Harry who was sitting on my bed with his hands over his eyes. “Are you done yet?” He chuckled.
“Harry, it’s been like two seconds. No I’m not done yet. And you better not peak Styles.” I said.
I finished putting my tights on and walked over to my closet and pulled out a turquoise pencil skirt and a shirt that was turquoise and salmon colored. I put of them on and tucked my shirt in so that it draped over the top of the skirt. I put on black combat boots and fluffed my natural curls before I applied some makeup.
“Okay you can look now.” I said turning around.
He removed his hands from his eyes and the corners of my mouth twitched into a small smile, as his eyes grew wide and his mouth formed a small “o”. “Oh Annie, you look beautiful.” He breathed. I looked down at my feet for a second as I tucked my hair behind my ear. I looked back up at him and knew that I was bushing as my heart skipped a beat.
“Okay, let’s go to your house you need to change.” I laughed.
Harry’s POV
I sat on her bed with my hands placed over my eyes as I heard her slip her pajama pants off. I felt my heart begin to race and resisted the temptation to peak through my fingers.
“Are you done yet?” I chuckled knowing perfectly well that she couldn’t be done.
“Harry, it’s been like two seconds. No I’m not done. And you better not peak Styles.” She said and I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself.
I gave into my temptation and opened my index and middle finger a crack so I could peak at her. I felt my face immediately become red as I took in the image of Annie in a pencil skirt and a bra. I closed my fingers again quickly and tried to calm my racing heart.
After a few minutes she said, “Okay you can look now.”
I opened my eyes and I felt my breath hitch. My eyes grew wide and my mouth opened a little as I took in Annie’s appearance. “Oh Annie, you look beautiful.”
She looked down at her feet for a second and tucked a strand of her golden curls behind her ear before she looked at me again, her cheeks pink. “Okay, let’s go to your house you need to change.” She laughed and walked over to her bed.
I laced my fingers with her outstretched hand as I got up from her bed. We walked downstairs and over to my house. My heart felt like it was going to explode with how much I love this girl…
I woke to the sun shining through my window of my London house. I stretched and attempted to rub the sleepiness out of my eyes before I threw my covers off of me and sat up. Harry and I had gotten back to London yesterday. My weekend in LA with Harry was the most magical and romantic weekend I had ever had in my life. My mind still can’t fathom that Harry miraculously and spontaneously remembered who I was AND that he flew to LA just to tell me. Then we spend the weekend obsessing over each other in my hometown where I got to show him significant places in my childhood. It was incredible.
I looked around my room and then a caught a familiar scent in my nose. The corners of my mouth spread into a massive grin as my heart began to flutter with giddiness. I jumped out of bed, ran my fingers through my hair, pulled Harry’s Jack Wills sweater on and raced down the stairs. When I got to the kitchen I came to a skidding halt and saw the familiar sight of Harry in my mom’s pink apron as he rolled bread dough on my kitchen island. I saw spots of flour dotting his cheeks and hair as he messaged the dough. I felt my heart skip a beat… Gah he’s so amazing…
I jogged up behind him and wrapped my arms around his ribcage and rested my chin on his shoulder. He wiped his hands on a near by towel. I inhaled his scent as his arms rested on top of mine and he leaned his head on mine. I kissed his cheek quickly and then he lifted his right arm to allow me to step in front of him. I ducked under his arm keeping my arms wrapped around his ribcage. Once I was standing in front of him, the arm he had raised rested on my lower back and he looked down at me with a passionate emerald gaze.
He kissed my lips lightly before he said, “How are you this morning my love?”
“I am wonderful.” I smiled and enjoyed the dimpled grin that spread across his face.
“I thought I would make you and your mum some bread seeing as that I haven’t done that in months.” He laughed as he detached himself from me and continued messaging the dough on the counter. I walked around the island and sat in a stool directly across from Harry as I rested my chin in my hand and admired him. He switched his focus to me as he continued to message the dough, “What are you thinking about?” he chuckled.
“You.” I replied simply.
He smiled as he looked back down at the dough and said, “What about me?”
“How amazing you are.” I breathed.
“How so?” He sounded genuinely curious and I felt one of my eyebrows raise.
“Oh I don’t know Styles. Maybe because you’re standing in my kitchen at,” I glanced at the clock behind me, “8:00 on a Saturday morning making my mom and I bread from scratch. Or maybe it’s the fact that you flew to LA just so you could tell me you remembered who I am.” I laughed. “Maybe a combination of those and other things.”
“That’s nothing.” He said not removing his fixated stare from the dough.
“Oh okay.” I laughed.
He stopped what he was doing and looked at me seriously with his hands still in the dough. “Do you want to know why YOU’RE amazing? And far more amazing than me?” He asked and I felt my eyebrows rise in surprise. “You’re amazing because you stayed by my bedside for a month while I was in a coma, not knowing if I would live or die. You practically dropped out of school to make sure that I was okay and THEN you started talking to different schools about they things that I should be remembered for if I had ended up dying. You went to the States to do that too. And THEN when I had woken up and hadn’t the slightest clue of who you were you STILL stayed by my side and did everything and anything you could to make sure I remembered what we have. THAT’S why you’re incredible Annie. That’s why I admire you so much.” He said simply and returned his focus to the dough.
I felt my eyebrows raise and tears of happiness rim my eyes. Harry picked up the lump of dough and placed it in the pan. He grabbed a towel and draped it over the pan to let the dough rise. I got up from my stool and walked over to Harry who was now washing his hands in the sink. He turned around and looked at me, tears rimming his eyes as well, when he had finished drying his hands. I placed my right hand on his cheek and his head leaned into it as his eyes fluttered shut. He rested his hand on top of mine as he took a deep breath. He opened his eyes again and a single tear fell. I wiped it away with my thumb and cupped my other hand on his cheek as well. I pulled his face toward me and pressed his lips lightly against mine. He moved the hand that was on top of mine to the back of my neck and pressed me harder against him, the passion of the kiss being revealed by his need to take a breath every few seconds. I snaked my hands around to the back of his neck and ran my fingers through his soft chocolate curls. His hands slithered down my body to my waist and lifted me up onto the island. I was above him now and tilted his head up to reattach my lips to his. He snaked his hands around my waist and crushed me against him. I ran my fingers through his curls as I granted his tongue access into my mouth.
“Good morning children!” My mom sang as she walked into the living room.
Harry and I jumped apart and I fell clumsily off the island and almost onto my face but Harry caught me. I rested my hands on his chest to steady myself and Harry kept his hands around my waist. I felt my cheeks flush red. I could feel his heart racing under my hands and looked into his wide emerald eyes as they searched my face. His shoulders heaved as he took in large gulps of air and I realized I was doing the same thing.
“Holy shit that was embarrassing.” He whispered as he chuckled.
“Yeah no kidding. My mom has a habit of interrupting us doesn’t she?” I whispered back and he chuckled as he nodded his head.
He kissed me again quickly and then turned around to check the bread dough. My mom walked into the kitchen a few seconds later and looked at me clearly amused. Harry stuck the pan in the oven and set the timer before he turned around to look at us.
“Good morning Mrs. Richards. Sleep well?” He asked casually.
“Wondrously thank you. It’s nice to see you around here in the morning again Harry.” She said as she walked over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup.
“You and me both.” He laughed.
I walked over to the kitchen table when I heard my phone buzzing on it. I saw the name blinking on the screen and answered it.
“Hey El!” I said.
“Annie! Are you back?” She asked.
“Yes ma’am. Harry and I got back last night.” I said and turned around to see him smiling at me, his emerald eyes glowing with admiration. I turned back around as I felt my cheeks turn pink and stared out the window at the snow that was beginning to melt.
“GOOD! Come over to my house at 6:00 tonight okay? Wear something nice.” She said and I heard her click off.
“Was that Eleanor?” Harry asked.
“Yup,” I said popping the “p,” “And we’re going over to her house tonight. We have to wear something nice apparently.”
He shrugged, “Alright sounds like a party.”
I inched on my tights as I looked over at Harry who was sitting on my bed with his hands over his eyes. “Are you done yet?” He chuckled.
“Harry, it’s been like two seconds. No I’m not done yet. And you better not peak Styles.” I said.
I finished putting my tights on and walked over to my closet and pulled out a turquoise pencil skirt and a shirt that was turquoise and salmon colored. I put of them on and tucked my shirt in so that it draped over the top of the skirt. I put on black combat boots and fluffed my natural curls before I applied some makeup.
“Okay you can look now.” I said turning around.
He removed his hands from his eyes and the corners of my mouth twitched into a small smile, as his eyes grew wide and his mouth formed a small “o”. “Oh Annie, you look beautiful.” He breathed. I looked down at my feet for a second as I tucked my hair behind my ear. I looked back up at him and knew that I was bushing as my heart skipped a beat.
“Okay, let’s go to your house you need to change.” I laughed.
Harry’s POV
I sat on her bed with my hands placed over my eyes as I heard her slip her pajama pants off. I felt my heart begin to race and resisted the temptation to peak through my fingers.
“Are you done yet?” I chuckled knowing perfectly well that she couldn’t be done.
“Harry, it’s been like two seconds. No I’m not done. And you better not peak Styles.” She said and I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself.
I gave into my temptation and opened my index and middle finger a crack so I could peak at her. I felt my face immediately become red as I took in the image of Annie in a pencil skirt and a bra. I closed my fingers again quickly and tried to calm my racing heart.
After a few minutes she said, “Okay you can look now.”
I opened my eyes and I felt my breath hitch. My eyes grew wide and my mouth opened a little as I took in Annie’s appearance. “Oh Annie, you look beautiful.”
She looked down at her feet for a second and tucked a strand of her golden curls behind her ear before she looked at me again, her cheeks pink. “Okay, let’s go to your house you need to change.” She laughed and walked over to her bed.
I laced my fingers with her outstretched hand as I got up from her bed. We walked downstairs and over to my house. My heart felt like it was going to explode with how much I love this girl…
Notes
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