"I find you to be miraculous. You're worth more than gold, songbird baby," I tell him, watching his green eyes light up.
"You are my golden girl, honeybee. The love of my life," Harry drawls slowly, adoration clearly plastered on his face, "I ador...
ɴᴏᴡᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Lights Up by Harry Styles ────────────⚪️──────────────────◄◄⠀▐▐⠀►►⠀⠀⠀ 1:00 / 2:51⠀
"all the lights couldn't put out the dark running through my heart..." •••
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I am woken up with the sun in my eyes and Frank huffing and whining, letting me know he needs to go outside. It is around 7:45 am, and Malibu is very quiet as I let him out into my small backyard.
As I walk back into the house, I remember that Harry is in my guest room and I am filled with giddiness. I need a friend like him—intentional, considerate, kind, and humble. People like Harry Styles are rare. It feels like I've known him for years, not just days, and I want to believe that means something.
While Frank is still outside sniffing around my little yard, I decide to make coffee for Harry and myself. After turning on my espresso machine and pouring the grounds into it, I froth oat milk and pop it into the microwave for 30 seconds. Then I pull out two glasses, drizzle caramel around them, and put a handful of ice in them. As I finish the drinks, Harry walks out of the guest room, hair disheveled and eyes swollen from sleep.
"Good Morning!" I say cheerily as he sits down at the island and smiles lazily at me. I feel my heart involuntarily jump at the sight of him sitting in my kitchen. So effortlessly handsome it hurts.
"Stop it, Emerson," I think to myself.
"Morning, Emerson," Harry rubs his eyes and runs a hand through his hair, "Is that for me?"
"Yes, it is, just how you like it," I slide the cup of coffee across the counter to him and take a sip of my own.
"Might have to sleepover more often if this is the greeting I get," He rasps, eyes light and lips pulling into a smirk, "Thank you for making this. It's just what I needed."
"You're welcome! How did you sleep?" I ask him as I start to pull out the ingredients for our breakfast.
"I slept good, was up for a bit writing though," My eyebrows shoot up in surprise at his answer.
"Writing?"
"You gave me an excellent idea for a song yesterday," He responds, " I haven't been that inspired in a long time. I think it's gonna be a good one."
"Don't give me credit, I just asked you a couple questions," I deflect as I chopped strawberries. He rolled his eyes at me.
"Don't do that; you were my inspiration. None of the writing I did would have happened without your questions." I look up at him from the mango I had moved onto, his eyes were soft, and his ring clad hands grip his cup of coffee.
