Always.
Muffins.
Two Months Later
The morning light shines through the window above the bed. I hold in the urge to groan out of frustration over the fact that I can’t seem to sleep in anymore. I stretch my arms and feel Harry resituate on my stomach. He’s slowly discovered he likes to lay his head there and wrap his arms around my body. I love it. I love him holding me when we sleep but something about him this way really drives me crazy. I smile and run my fingers through his hair, he still hasn’t gotten a haircut which I also love. I just love him, I love him so much.
When I get tired of lying here, because it’s becoming uncomfortable, I’m thankful Harry doesn’t have his legs hanging over mine like he usually does. It’s easier to carefully move from under him, trying to gently set his head down on the mattress. I lean down once I’m off the bed and kiss him on the forehead. “I love you.” I whisper and then walk out of the room. I’m wearing one of Harry’s long sleeved shirts and a pair of shorts.
I walk down the hall to the living room, glancing over the pictures Harry and I have hanging to make it look homier. There’s our picture from Thanksgiving, before the dad incident. We’re all smiling and it’s just perfect. Next is one of just me and Harry. We’re all wrapped up in our jackets and scarves in England. I remember Gem taking the picture, she told us to cut the lovey dovey shit, but we didn’t. There was a picture where Harry was kissing me, his hands on my waist, mine on his cheeks. The snow was falling around us. . . but we kept that one hid away in our bedroom. The one on the wall is Harry kissing me on the cheek, smiling. I smile too, I have a huge grin on my face and it’s red in all the right places.
The third picture on the wall is all four of us on Christmas morning, opening presents. This was probably the best picture we could have captured.
“Mum, Dad, Gem. You all have to open your gifts from us at the same time.” Harry tells them, handing them each a boxed gift in snowflake wrapping paper. I stand setting up the camera on the tripod and making sure the remote to take the picture from afar is in my hand.
After Harry has given them the gifts he comes and stands by me, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me into his side before walking to the couch to sit in the middle of them. There isn’t enough room on the couch so he pulls me onto the couch. My cheeks are flushed because, though he’s done it many time before, public displays of affection in front of his family makes me uncomfortable sometimes. But it’s a good position for the picture we want.
They begin ripping open the packages eagerly and Harry’s arms tighten around my waist while his chin sits on my shoulder. Once they’ve all opened the gifts they begin unfolding their shirts and the look on their faces are absolutely priceless. I snap a quick picture before laughing while they’re all in shock.
“Oh my God!” Papa Des stares at the shirt in front of him that says “World’s Best Grandad” on it.
“This is unacceptable! What the hell are you two thinking? We’ve barely been gone a month and you’re having a baby?! A BABY!” Anne stands up and yells at us and I snap a sneaky picture of this moment before she sits and shakes her head.
“Wait, wait guys! We got shirts too!” Harry and I both stand and take our sweaters off to reveal our matching red t-shirts that have the words “Just Kidding!” in bold white letter. We snap another picture while looking at the camera and then turn to see their faces. Anne looks like she’s about to have a heart attack and Des is clutching his shirt. We look to Gem, and she’s the only one who looks disappointed.
“Damn it. I would be such a good aunt. That wasn’t a funny joke.”
The picture had them all glaring at us, showing the words on their shirts, while Harry and I smiled with our shirts on. They weren’t very happy with us, but it was worth it.
A small sigh of content leaves my lips as I walk to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Me and Harry got all of our homework done last Friday and last night so we didn’t have to do anything at all day. So, when my coffee is finished, I walk into the living room and sit down on our lazy boy chair. I turn on Netflix and scroll to Revenge which I started watching last night before bed and was immediately hooked on it. I pull up the foot rest of the chair and make myself comfortable on the chair.
Half way through the show and a my full cup of coffee later, Harry walks out of his room in those stupid pajama bottoms he must have just put on. He usually sleeps in his briefs and then put those pants on when he is cold. His hands are on his eyes, rubbing them as he walks toward me blinded. I half expect him to fall over with how clumsy he can be, but he easily finds his way to the chair, grabbing a blanket from the couch and climbs in next to me.
“Morning, baby.” He whispers in my ear as he cuddles into my side. I sigh and grab the blanket, laying it out over us.
“Good morning.” I smile at him, turning a little more on my side and run my fingers through his hair.
“I’m probably going to fall back asleep.”
“Ok, Harry.”
“You wake up too early and I like sleeping with you.”
“I know.” I smile again, it always gives me crazy butterflies when he speaks to me like that so nonchalantly.
“Kiss?”
“We have morning breath and I just had coffee.” I tell him, and he smiles at me. He’s had his eyes closed the whole conversation.
“Kiss me with your morning breath so I know it’s real.” He tiredly smirks at me and I giggle.
“Mkay.” I whisper and clothes my eyes, meshing my lips with his. Our lips touch for a while before he gives me a few quick pecks.
I pull away and look at his sleepy face. “I love you, Kel.”
“I love you, Harry.” I tell him, and his body relaxes against mine before he falls asleep and I turn my attention back to the TV.
About an hour later, Harry begins stirring next to me. He stretches and his body expands over mine. When he’s done his arms and legs go limp and his body is shaped like a moon, arms and feet on me.
“Good morning.” He hums, repositioning and then pulling the blanket up over us.
“Good morning.” I laugh and then kiss his cheek.
“What’s this show?” He asks me, finally peeking his eyes open to the screen of the television.
“Revenge.” I tell him, intertwining our legs together under the blanket.
“Oh, okay.” He stares at the TV and watches the show with me for a while. It’s only about 8 in the morning and I’m starting to get hungry.
“Wanna make breakfast?” I ask him, then I remember we have left over muffins that Perrie and Zayn brought over the other day. “Actually, we have muffins… You wanna grab us one?” I look at him pleadingly but he just grins.
“I will.” He whispers roughly in my ear… “But you have to do something for me first.” His voice is so sensual, and because he hasn’t spoke much since he woke up, it’s got a scratchy sound to it that makes his voice even sexier. Harry leaves a small kiss on my jaw before moving his hand to the opposite side of my body on my waist. “Can you do that?” he asks, trailing kisses down my neck and to my collar bone. I make an audible moan, making up for my lack of ability to speak to him. He giggles on my skin and puts his hands on my stomach under my shirt.
He looks up at me with a smirk and then his lips meet about my belly button, rising until they’re just below my breasts. “Have I told you that I love that you sleep without a bra?” It’s rhetorical, and I know how much he likes it. His lips slowly make their way to my nipple. His tongues circles around it and then he gently sucks while kneading the other.
“Shit, Harry.” I grab his hair with my hands and tug on it and his tongue and lips suck on every inch of my breasts.
His hands slide down to my waist band of my shorts searching for my panties. He looks up at me wide eyed, stopping his torture he’s put me through with that damn mouth of his. “Commando?”
I blush slightly, this hasn’t happened with us before. I always wear panties. “Well, we had sex last night and I was to worn out to just put them both on…” I trail of but he smiles at me.
“I think I can work with this.” He smirks and begins pulling on my shorts. I throw my head back, already trying to prepare myself. But I don’t need to, because just when they’re almost off, his damn phone rings.
“Fuck.” He says, his finger tips are in my hips and he kisses above my belly button one more time and then plants a firm kiss on my forehead before groaning and running to the bed room to grab his phone.
“Hey mum.” He says and I sigh, standing to pull up my shorts and down my shirt before sitting on the chair again. “Yes, we’re good.” He walks past me and into the kitchen with his phone in front of him. He likes to FaceTime family in England so it doesn’t cost them money. “No, we finished our homework yesterday so we could just stay in and relax today.” He tells her, it’s too quiet so I can’t hear her speaking. I do however hear the microwave go off and the fridge shut. “Yea, mum.” He laughs and walks into the living room with a plate with two muffins on it and a glass of orange juice. “I was warming her up some breakfast.” He tells her, then places the food on the table next to me.
“Do I get to talk to her?”
“Yes, mum.” He says, sitting down next to me and facing the phone toward me.
“Hi, momma Anne!” I smile at her and snuggle into Harry’s side.
“Kelly, how are you two? What did Harry make?”
“Oh, just some muffins and orange juice.” I tell her, but it’s actually really sweet that he warmed up a banana nut muffin for me. I love them warm. I love Harry. “Thank you.” I turn to him and smile.
He smiles at me and kisses my forhead. “You’re welcome.” He says and turns back to his phone. “So, about your new job?”
The morning light shines through the window above the bed. I hold in the urge to groan out of frustration over the fact that I can’t seem to sleep in anymore. I stretch my arms and feel Harry resituate on my stomach. He’s slowly discovered he likes to lay his head there and wrap his arms around my body. I love it. I love him holding me when we sleep but something about him this way really drives me crazy. I smile and run my fingers through his hair, he still hasn’t gotten a haircut which I also love. I just love him, I love him so much.
When I get tired of lying here, because it’s becoming uncomfortable, I’m thankful Harry doesn’t have his legs hanging over mine like he usually does. It’s easier to carefully move from under him, trying to gently set his head down on the mattress. I lean down once I’m off the bed and kiss him on the forehead. “I love you.” I whisper and then walk out of the room. I’m wearing one of Harry’s long sleeved shirts and a pair of shorts.
I walk down the hall to the living room, glancing over the pictures Harry and I have hanging to make it look homier. There’s our picture from Thanksgiving, before the dad incident. We’re all smiling and it’s just perfect. Next is one of just me and Harry. We’re all wrapped up in our jackets and scarves in England. I remember Gem taking the picture, she told us to cut the lovey dovey shit, but we didn’t. There was a picture where Harry was kissing me, his hands on my waist, mine on his cheeks. The snow was falling around us. . . but we kept that one hid away in our bedroom. The one on the wall is Harry kissing me on the cheek, smiling. I smile too, I have a huge grin on my face and it’s red in all the right places.
The third picture on the wall is all four of us on Christmas morning, opening presents. This was probably the best picture we could have captured.
“Mum, Dad, Gem. You all have to open your gifts from us at the same time.” Harry tells them, handing them each a boxed gift in snowflake wrapping paper. I stand setting up the camera on the tripod and making sure the remote to take the picture from afar is in my hand.
After Harry has given them the gifts he comes and stands by me, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me into his side before walking to the couch to sit in the middle of them. There isn’t enough room on the couch so he pulls me onto the couch. My cheeks are flushed because, though he’s done it many time before, public displays of affection in front of his family makes me uncomfortable sometimes. But it’s a good position for the picture we want.
They begin ripping open the packages eagerly and Harry’s arms tighten around my waist while his chin sits on my shoulder. Once they’ve all opened the gifts they begin unfolding their shirts and the look on their faces are absolutely priceless. I snap a quick picture before laughing while they’re all in shock.
“Oh my God!” Papa Des stares at the shirt in front of him that says “World’s Best Grandad” on it.
“This is unacceptable! What the hell are you two thinking? We’ve barely been gone a month and you’re having a baby?! A BABY!” Anne stands up and yells at us and I snap a sneaky picture of this moment before she sits and shakes her head.
“Wait, wait guys! We got shirts too!” Harry and I both stand and take our sweaters off to reveal our matching red t-shirts that have the words “Just Kidding!” in bold white letter. We snap another picture while looking at the camera and then turn to see their faces. Anne looks like she’s about to have a heart attack and Des is clutching his shirt. We look to Gem, and she’s the only one who looks disappointed.
“Damn it. I would be such a good aunt. That wasn’t a funny joke.”
The picture had them all glaring at us, showing the words on their shirts, while Harry and I smiled with our shirts on. They weren’t very happy with us, but it was worth it.
A small sigh of content leaves my lips as I walk to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Me and Harry got all of our homework done last Friday and last night so we didn’t have to do anything at all day. So, when my coffee is finished, I walk into the living room and sit down on our lazy boy chair. I turn on Netflix and scroll to Revenge which I started watching last night before bed and was immediately hooked on it. I pull up the foot rest of the chair and make myself comfortable on the chair.
Half way through the show and a my full cup of coffee later, Harry walks out of his room in those stupid pajama bottoms he must have just put on. He usually sleeps in his briefs and then put those pants on when he is cold. His hands are on his eyes, rubbing them as he walks toward me blinded. I half expect him to fall over with how clumsy he can be, but he easily finds his way to the chair, grabbing a blanket from the couch and climbs in next to me.
“Morning, baby.” He whispers in my ear as he cuddles into my side. I sigh and grab the blanket, laying it out over us.
“Good morning.” I smile at him, turning a little more on my side and run my fingers through his hair.
“I’m probably going to fall back asleep.”
“Ok, Harry.”
“You wake up too early and I like sleeping with you.”
“I know.” I smile again, it always gives me crazy butterflies when he speaks to me like that so nonchalantly.
“Kiss?”
“We have morning breath and I just had coffee.” I tell him, and he smiles at me. He’s had his eyes closed the whole conversation.
“Kiss me with your morning breath so I know it’s real.” He tiredly smirks at me and I giggle.
“Mkay.” I whisper and clothes my eyes, meshing my lips with his. Our lips touch for a while before he gives me a few quick pecks.
I pull away and look at his sleepy face. “I love you, Kel.”
“I love you, Harry.” I tell him, and his body relaxes against mine before he falls asleep and I turn my attention back to the TV.
About an hour later, Harry begins stirring next to me. He stretches and his body expands over mine. When he’s done his arms and legs go limp and his body is shaped like a moon, arms and feet on me.
“Good morning.” He hums, repositioning and then pulling the blanket up over us.
“Good morning.” I laugh and then kiss his cheek.
“What’s this show?” He asks me, finally peeking his eyes open to the screen of the television.
“Revenge.” I tell him, intertwining our legs together under the blanket.
“Oh, okay.” He stares at the TV and watches the show with me for a while. It’s only about 8 in the morning and I’m starting to get hungry.
“Wanna make breakfast?” I ask him, then I remember we have left over muffins that Perrie and Zayn brought over the other day. “Actually, we have muffins… You wanna grab us one?” I look at him pleadingly but he just grins.
“I will.” He whispers roughly in my ear… “But you have to do something for me first.” His voice is so sensual, and because he hasn’t spoke much since he woke up, it’s got a scratchy sound to it that makes his voice even sexier. Harry leaves a small kiss on my jaw before moving his hand to the opposite side of my body on my waist. “Can you do that?” he asks, trailing kisses down my neck and to my collar bone. I make an audible moan, making up for my lack of ability to speak to him. He giggles on my skin and puts his hands on my stomach under my shirt.
He looks up at me with a smirk and then his lips meet about my belly button, rising until they’re just below my breasts. “Have I told you that I love that you sleep without a bra?” It’s rhetorical, and I know how much he likes it. His lips slowly make their way to my nipple. His tongues circles around it and then he gently sucks while kneading the other.
“Shit, Harry.” I grab his hair with my hands and tug on it and his tongue and lips suck on every inch of my breasts.
His hands slide down to my waist band of my shorts searching for my panties. He looks up at me wide eyed, stopping his torture he’s put me through with that damn mouth of his. “Commando?”
I blush slightly, this hasn’t happened with us before. I always wear panties. “Well, we had sex last night and I was to worn out to just put them both on…” I trail of but he smiles at me.
“I think I can work with this.” He smirks and begins pulling on my shorts. I throw my head back, already trying to prepare myself. But I don’t need to, because just when they’re almost off, his damn phone rings.
“Fuck.” He says, his finger tips are in my hips and he kisses above my belly button one more time and then plants a firm kiss on my forehead before groaning and running to the bed room to grab his phone.
“Hey mum.” He says and I sigh, standing to pull up my shorts and down my shirt before sitting on the chair again. “Yes, we’re good.” He walks past me and into the kitchen with his phone in front of him. He likes to FaceTime family in England so it doesn’t cost them money. “No, we finished our homework yesterday so we could just stay in and relax today.” He tells her, it’s too quiet so I can’t hear her speaking. I do however hear the microwave go off and the fridge shut. “Yea, mum.” He laughs and walks into the living room with a plate with two muffins on it and a glass of orange juice. “I was warming her up some breakfast.” He tells her, then places the food on the table next to me.
“Do I get to talk to her?”
“Yes, mum.” He says, sitting down next to me and facing the phone toward me.
“Hi, momma Anne!” I smile at her and snuggle into Harry’s side.
“Kelly, how are you two? What did Harry make?”
“Oh, just some muffins and orange juice.” I tell her, but it’s actually really sweet that he warmed up a banana nut muffin for me. I love them warm. I love Harry. “Thank you.” I turn to him and smile.
He smiles at me and kisses my forhead. “You’re welcome.” He says and turns back to his phone. “So, about your new job?”
Notes
So it was my birthday two days ago and I GOT ONE DIRECTION TICKETS and cried in front of my family.You can probably find the vid on YouTube. "19 year old cries because she got One Direction tickets." It's not up yet but sure to go viral hahahaha.
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