The Enemy [17+]

I snuck out of bed as he slept face down. He took up the majority of the bed, laying slanted he was tall and his feet dangled past the comforter, I smiled as I opened the blinds letting the sun shine in. He squirmed in the bed, waking up and looking my way, shading his eyes from the sun.

"Morning." I said as I put on my satin slip dress.

"Morning." A very naked Hunter said as he sat up in bed. "Didn't get much sleep last night didn't we?"

I snickered as my feet padded on the cold wooden floor of our small New York apartment. I pecked his lips as he pulled me closer by my waist, causing me to brace myself on the bed by setting my knee on it.

"Coffee?" I asked as I brushed back some of his curly blonde hair.

"Please." He said as he left one more peck on my lips and I tiptoed out of the room and into the kitchen.

I put the coffee to brew and turned on the gas stove to make some pancakes. I even put on some tv to watch the news in our small little place we liked to call home.

Suddenly, I smelled a little something and got up to check the pancakes. I realized I was burning them, I sighed and turned off the stove. Hunter came out to view the now blackened pancakes.

"You tried, babe." He said as he kissed my cheek. Afterwards, we got on our coats clothes to head out and buy some breakfast.

We went to a nearby diner called Delilah's Diner. We sat there to eat our breakfast and chat about our past weeks. That Sunday was chilly, I was in a tie-around-the-waist winter coat. Hunter was in his trench coat.

Our feet padded against the cold sidewalk as we walked back to our building, and we looked up to see that the grey sky had been covered in black smoke. I looked up to see that there was a fire at the top floor of our building.

Hunter and I ran over to the building, he attempted to get in but the crowd of people and the firemen wouldn't allow him to.

"My dog is in there!" I shouted. I had a little yorkie named Cookie Dough, and I feared she wouldn't survive.

"Where's my dog!?!" I shouted in the chaos. Eventually a fireman walked to me with a small dog in hand, and suddenly I felt a sense of relief.

It hadn't hit me that everything I had was in that building, all I was left with from that moment on was my slip dress, slippers, and winter coat.

I held Cookie closed to my heart, and Hunter sunk to the ground resting his head in his hands. I patted his back as he mourned the loss of our only home. He stood up, still shaken by what happened.

"I refuse to go back to my dad's house!" Hunter cried.


"I know, but we will make it, okay? We have each other. It's okay." I comforted him.

"I'm sure we can crash at Harry's place." Hunter said as he hugged me. I let go him.

"Harry? Why him?" I asked with a squint.

"It's the only place we have, I don't have the money to rent a hotel and neither do you. We're on our own, remember?" Hunter asked.

I sighed, the thought of having to be stuck with Harry Styles was devastating to me. It was the only choice we had at the point.

"Alright." I said quietly. "Harry's place it is."

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