At Your Service

Chapter 19

Harry hummed and wrapped his arm tighter around me, "I'm sorry for being rude to you earlier, I was just worried about you."

I smiled softly, "It's okay, I forgive you."

Instead of replying, Harry softly kissed my neck before resting it on the nape of my neck. His breath tickled my shoulder and even though I was getting stressed over something so ridiculous, being in his arms and feeling...some kind of warm, fuzzy way made me think that I was okay. Everything was going to be okay.

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A week later, I woke up wrapped in Harry's arms. He was softly snoring with his mouth agape as I rested on his chest and by a quick glance to the alarm clock on the bedside table, I woke up a little earlier than I should've. Lately, my alarm clock had been Harry but this morning it seemed to be my aching bladder.

As carefully as I could, I got out of Harry's hold and walked out to my bathroom, since I still wasn't used to sharing Harry's en suite one. It kinda felt like I was breaking into his personal space, so I quietly scampered to my own one and was quick to relieve myself. Since I was already here and surprisingly feeling wide awake, I decided to take a shower to start my day.

I definitely took advantage of having woken up earlier than usual to take a longer shower under the nice warm water, up until my fingers started pruning and I realized I was starting to get hungry for breakfast. I hadn't eaten much last night, so I wasn't surprised to hear the low grumble come from my stomach.

After turning off the stream, getting out of the shower and drying myself up, I wrapped a fluffy towel around my body and walked out of the steamy bathroom before shivering at the sudden change of temperature. I rushed into my 'old' room and was quick to dress myself in a nice cozy sweater over a white shirt I usually wore for work. I stared at my reflection through the mirror and frowned when I noticed the dark circles under my eyes. The sweater was baggy on my shoulders and I fixed my fringe to at least have something that doesn't look flat out terrible on me. My hair was still a mess and I sighed.

When I was ready, (or as ready as I could be), I got out of my room and was instantly met with the sweet smell of breakfast Harry was making. As I walked to the kitchen, I saw him standing over the stove, shirtless, and I watched the muscles on his back move stiffly as he cooked. I couldn't see his face, but I figured his eyebrows were scrunched together in that usual fixed glare of his.

"Mornin'," I awkwardly called out to let Harry know I was in the room. He looks over his shoulder and weakly smiled at me, but it's gone before I could even blink. 

I sighed. 

Lately, I've been acting weirder and weirder around Harry and I was more than aware of it but I just couldn't help it. I feared rejection from him and couldn't get the balls to come clean and face reality, like anyone with common sense would do. I knew that keeping what Cassie had threatened me with to myself was putting a strain in our relationship and I was afraid of what would happen if I never blabbed. From the way things were going right now, I knew it wasn't pretty.

Harry put a plate full of breakfast food in front of me as he sat facing me on the other side of the table. I slowly picked at my food as I felt his hard gaze on me before picking up a piece of scrambled eggs with my fork and starting to dig in.

"This is so good," I complimented, to break the ice between us. Harry mumbled a quick 'thanks' and didn't even wait for me to finish his plate and place it on the sink.

"Be ready in fifteen," He called out as he walked down the hallway, leaving me with a heavy heart in the lonesome kitchen.

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