I climb out of bed and go into the bathroom. I wash my face in the sink, using the cold water to wake me up. As soon as I look up at the mirror, I see pink, purple, red, green, and blue sticky-notes all over it.

They're love notes, from me.

I peel a green one off the mirror and read it.

"I will love in all ways, always!"

I put the note back and peeled off a purple one.

"I love your smell."

This makes me smile. How cheesy was that? And how did I not see these yesterday? The mirror is practically covered in them.

I put the note back and started fixing my hair. I'm too lazy to do anything besides a side braid.

As I finish wrapping the hair tie to secure the end of my braid, a note certain note catches my eye.

"Eyes as bright as the sun, lips softer than an angel's whisper, heart as big as the universe."

I can't believe I wrote these. But I must have because they're in my handwriting.

I finally return to the bedroom. Harry isn't here.

I take it as a chance to change. I rummage through my drawers, and after awhile, I find something to wear: Cheetah print leggings with a black tank top and black sandals.

Suddenly, a smell reaches my nose.

I go downstairs to find Harry in the kitchen, cooking.

"Good morning." I say pulling up a stool at the island.

He turns around and grins at me. "Good morning, hungry?"

I nod. "Good," he says, "because I made your favorite."

He brings me over a plate with a waffle on it. Strawberries in the place of eyes with whipped cream as a smile.

*FLASHBACK*

"I made your favorite." Harry says bringing me my waffle.

"Thanks babe." I say already digging in.

He fixes a plate for himself, then comes to sit by me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him as he kisses my cheek.

"How did you sleep last night?" He asks in a husky voice.

"Good, you?" I turn toward him so that our lips are just inches apart.

"Fantastic, especially since I woke up next to you." I smile at him.

Slowly, he starts leaning in, and before I know it, our lips meet. His lips taste sweet, and they are so, so soft. His hand finds my cheek, pulling me in, and deepening the kiss. Our lips move in sync. Too soon he backs out of the kiss and moves his lips to my neck.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"You okay?" Harry asks. I was too sucked into my memory to notice that Harry had taken a seat next to me.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine."

We eat in silence.

Notes

Okay everyone, I know this is a short chapter! But I was thinking of doing the next one from
Harry's point of view?

What would you think of that?

I know you might be wondering what he's thinking!

Let me know what you think of the story so far!!!