~Harry's POV~

I woke up the next morning feeling more relaxed than I've ever been. Then I remembered why. I looked to my right side, and there she was, sleeping in all of her beauty, head nuzzled in my chest, her legs on my lap. Yup, we're cuddling. Kinda.
I decided to do something special, to make up for a little fight yesterday night, so I carefully undid her hands from my waist and picked her up bridal style, then, I carried her to her bedroom.
I made my way to the living room once again. On the coffee table there was a land-line, and a Room Service menu. I looked through the menu and found the number for Food.
A deep voice with a heavy accent that I couldn't recognize answered the phone.
''London Premium, how may I help you?''
I decided on something sweet, something special – a romantic breakfast in bed. Cliche, I know.
''Yeah, um, do you have crepes?'' I decided crepes would be good, because they're basically pancakes (perfect for breakfast), and with the right toppings, you can make it romantic.
''Yes, we do.''
''Great, can you send up two portions and not put the toppings on yet? Just put them aside.''
''Will do, sir.''
''Thanks'' I hung up.
I went to the bedroom and checked up on Carmella to make sure she's still sleeping. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful. I'm so glad we resolved our fight, I would've been depressed. I know we had only been on half-a-date, but I really fancied her, and I wanted to take things further.
I was disturbed from my thoughts with a knock on the door.
''Room service!'' I voice called. I went to open it.
''Ah, yes, come in. Just set it up near the sofa.''
''Will do, sir.''
The concierge pushed the cart inside, and set the stuff up on the coffee table. He looked not much older than me. Probably in university.
''Thanks, man.'' I pulled out a 10 pound bill and gave it to him. Yeah, I tip well.
''My pleasure, sir'' He looked at the bill, put it in his shirt pouch and pushed the cart out of the room.
I sat down, and took a look at the food beside me. There were two plates with three pancakes on them. These looked different then the average ''American'' pancake. They were thin as paper. I looked at the toppings – is it Christmas already?!
There was whipped cream, strawberry, chocolate and caramel sauce, banana slices, strawberry slices, cherries, blueberries, other fruit pieces, chocolate chips, caramel bits and other delicious junk.
I took one of the pancakes and laid it flat. Then I took some whipped cream and shook it. Then I pressed down, and watched all the light goodness come out of the container.
''What's going on?'' A sudden voice startled me, and I ended up getting whipped cream on my crotch. Great, now it looks like I sat in bird crap.
I looked up and frowned a bit. Carmella was standing at the end of the hallway that lead from her bedroom. I guess either my talking with the bill boy, or the whipped cream sounds woke her up.
''What? Aren't you happy to see me?'' She smirked and came closer.
Carmella's POV

I was woken up by a extremely appetizing scent. I opened my eyes, expecting to be on the sofa next to Harry, but instead I woke up in my bedroom with no Harry. I stood up, straightened my top, and went to living room where the scent was coming from.
I looked in the living room. Harry was on the couch, spraying whipped cream on something, probably a pancake, and the coffee table was filled with different dessert food items.
''What's going on?'' I was a bit surprised to see that.
I guess I scared Harry a bit, because he jumped and sprayed whipped cream all over his pants. I smirked a little, he looked like he sat in bird shit. He looked up at me and frowned. Why would he frown? I didn't want to seem sad of that gesture, so I just smirked at the sight of his creamed pants.
''What, aren't you happy to see me?'' I asked.
I walked closer to him and looked down at the food.
''What are you doing?'' I wondered.
He blushed a little and scratched the back of his neck.
''Well, um... y-you see..I was just... um...'' by that time he was already red like a tomato.
I giggled at him. He was so awkward.
''Well, what were you?'' I ushered him to tell me. Wait, did he want to make breakfast for me?
''Well, I kinda w-wanted to make up for our fight yesterday, s-so I wanted to m-make you breakfast in bed.'' He blushed fifty shades of red. I giggled again.
''Well, let's just make breakfast in the sofa'' I smiled and sat next to him.
''What are you making anyway?'' I was kinda lost at the sight of all the unhealthy goodness. I laughed at the thought of what Carmen would do if she was here.
''Well, I wanted to make crepes. And what's so funny?''
''Oh, nothing. I just thought of what my little sister's reaction would be if she was here and saw all the sweets. I miss her'' I sighed. ''So, crepes?'' I smiled again, trying to pick up my mood.
''Yep'' He said, popping the 'p'.
So for the next thirty minutes, we were having fun with the crepes. Instead of doing professionally looking crepes, being the weirdos that we are, we made funny faces. Relieving our inner children. Haha.
I was just helping Harry with the last crepe, Mr. Pancake (cheesy, I know), I finished his ''hair'' and ''beard'' with whipped cream, and sprayed some into my mouth too.
''What about me? I want cream too.'' He made his best pouty face and gave me the puppy dog eyes.
I giggled and sprayed some into his mouth too. Then I made him a whipped cream beard and eyebrows as well. I gave him a mirror and we both started laughing.
''I look hot, don't I?'' he asked in a serious and wiggled his whipped cream eyebrows, making me giggle.
''Oh, very'' I said and made a seductive face. The we both burst into laughter.
''So, do you actually want to eat or did we do this for nothing?'' I finally stopped laughing.
''Oh thank God, I thought you'd never ask'' he let out a dramatic relieved sigh and picked up two plates.
''I call dibs on Mr. Pancake!'' I shouted before he picked that one up.
''Ah, no fair, I wanted that one.'' He pouted.
''But I called dibs.'' I said in a childish voice, crossed my arms and put my head up.
'' Well, too bad, cause I got him first!'' He played our kindergarten like behavior and snatched the plate out of my hands.
''Hey, I called dibs!'' I made a shocked face.
''Well, too bad.'' He said and picked up some cream on his finger and licked it. ''Wow, this is the most delicious crepe I've ever had. Too bad you don't have it.'' He mocked me.
''I will not be speaking to you!'' I stuck my nose once again and pretended to be offended.
''Fine, let's just share it, because I am not giving it all to you. It has the most cream on it!'' He put the plate on my lap still holding it.
''Gee, I feel like I'm in kindergarten again.'' I giggled and snatched some cream on my finger and licked it clean.
Harry stared at me.
''What?''
''You have a bit of whipped cream on your lip'' He pointed to his lip to show me where.
''Oh, I'll go get a napkin'' I started to stand up, but Harry pulled me back to the sofa, slowly leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked at his move, but melted into the kiss in just seconds. Man, he's a good kisser. We kissed for about ten seconds and then slowly pulled apart.
''I got it'' he said and looked me in the eye. I was still stunned by his move.
''What?'' he asked me, smirking. I only now realized I must've been staring at him longer than I should have.
''Nothing, sorry.'' I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, so I looked down to my feet.
He lifted my chin up with his pointer and middle finger.
''You're cute when you blush.'' He smiled at me.
''Yeah, that's what every guy says to every girl.''

''Well,'' he leaned in ''I mean it.'' Then he kissed me, and I felt the familiar tingle in my stomach.

Notes

Hope ya' liked it ^^
I will probably post multiple chapters once a week, because I have a changing schedule for my summer job, so I can't exactly tell when I can update. I have my computer with no internet with me all the time, so I'll just write some chapters, and as soon as I can get my hands on some internet, I'll just post them. :)
~Paula