Running After You

"Harry, this is delicious," I said after a bite of Harry's eggs. He smiled, thanking me and taking a bite of his own. He close his eyes, sitting bak in his chair.

"You know, I'm really sorry for being so rude today," he said after he swallowed. "I am too cheeky sometimes. I apologize for my behavior."

"Don't worry, it's alright." Harry nodded.

"Can I ask you a question, Rosa?" I nodded. "That day, why did you pick Niall of the street?" Harry leaned forward. "Why were you there in the first place?"

"Well..."

[The Next Morning]

"Hello, sleepy head," I greeted Niall when he came downstairs. His hair was shaggy and soon would need a cutting.

"Hello, Rosa. Did you sleep well? I woke up around half one and you weren't in the bed."

Busted.

Rosa looked at Harry nervously. "I was just getting a drink. I slept like a baby after that, what about you? Are you sure you don't want to sleep on the bed tonight?"

"That's quite alright, Rosa. Keep the bed. I'll be fine," he said, ruffling his hair.
"Harry, what are you cooking, mate?"

"Just some waffles, would you like some?"

"No thanks, actually," Niall said, shocking me. "Do you have any oatmeal?" Harry nodded and pointed to a cabinet.

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