Chapter 43

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Carly’s POV:

            Sun light seeped through the window as my eyes fluttered open. I let out a small yawn and buried my face in the soft pillow that smelt like Harry. His room was kind of like what I had imagined; posters, laptop, TV, all that kind of stuff. One thing that was surprising was that Harry’s room was really neat. He was a clean freak, apparently. The pillow I was sleeping on smelt just like Harry did, along with his duvet. I suddenly felt someone’s arms wrap around my waist and pull me in, and my back was met by Harry’s hard, shirtless chest. He insisted on just wearing his pajama bottoms and no shirt, and since I lost that argument, that’s exactly what he did.

            “Morning,” Harry’s raspy morning voice says, sending chills down my back. His morning voice is something else – it’s so hot, I swear.

            Harry nuzzles his face on the bare space that meets my neck and shoulder, since I am wearing a tank top. His curls tickle my jaw and a smile falls on my lips. “Morning,” I mumble. “I don’t wanna get up.”

            I feel Harry’s lips come in contact with my shoulder as he kisses my shoulder. “Neither do I,” he murmurs. “Let’s just stay in bed all day.”

            I chuckle slightly, and turn my head a bit so I can see his face. “But Gemma’s coming home today,” I remind him.

            “You’re right,” he says, and then looks down at me. “You look cute,” he smiles cheekily.

            I roll my eyes at him. “Please,” I say. “I just woke up and haven’t even showered.”

            “So?” Harry gives a one shoulder shrug. “You still look beautiful.”

            A blush creeps on to my cheeks as I then ask, “Wanna make some breakfast for your family?”

            Harry grins, exposing his dimples. “Yeah,” he says. “Let’s go,” he jumps off the bed, and I laugh.

            “Can’t I at least change first?” I ask, propping myself up with my elbows.

            “Nope!” Harry exclaims, and before I know it, I’m being thrown over Harry’s shoulder and carried down the stairs. I laugh as Harry enters the kitchen and puts me down, my bare feet coming in contact with the cold wooden floor.

            Once I’m on the floor I throw my head back so my long hair can fall down my back. “Thanks,” I say sarcastically.

            “No problem, love!” he says cheerily, kissing my cheek quickly and walking over to where the pots and pans are. “So what do you want to make?”

            I shrug. “What does your family like to eat?” I ask, fixing my night shorts.

            Harry thinks for a moment. “Well, Robin likes omeletes, Gemma likes waffles, and Mum likes pancakes,” Harry says.

            I grin. “How about make them all? A big breakfast buffet. You know, ‘cause Gemma’s finally coming back home.”

            Harry stares at me with his green eyes, a wide grin on his face. “You, my darling, are a genius!” he exclaims.

            I laugh as Harry and I start taking out the ingredients. We took out eggs, flour, milk, bead, tomatoes, onions, and everything else we needed to make the three food choices. As I started mixing the pancake batter, I say, “Hey, we can cross ‘make breakfast’ from our bucket list.”           

            Harry laughs. “We already had gone to town. So two down, fifty more to go,” he smirks. I laugh as well and continue mixing the batter as a shirtless Harry puts two bread slices in the toaster. He starts setting the table as I turn on the stove and put a frying pan on the lit stove, and pour some of the  batter in it. “Here, I’ll do the pancakes,” Harry comes up. “Can you start with the omeletes?”

            I nod. “Sure thing.”

            Taking out a bowl, I take some eggs and crack them in it, and pour some water and start mixing it. Taking a knife and a tomato, I started cutting it into small pieces and then sprinkled it inside the bowl. Harry had placed another frying pan on the stove for me to make the omeletes, so I stood by his side and did just that. We stood side by side as Harry cooked the pancakes and I cooked the omeletes.

            As we cooked together, I felt Harry bump his hips with mine, causing me to laugh. I return the favor and earned a laugh out of him as well. Harry then finished the pancakes and flopped them on a plate. He had made two batches and then walked over to the table to set them there. I watched as he put butter on top of both stacks and then poured syrup on both of them. Turning my attention back to the omeletes, I used the spatula and flipped the omelete and waited for the other side to cook. As I watched the eggs sizzle in the pan, I felt my hair being parted to the side. Harry’s one hand moved all of my hair over my left shoulder, leaving my right shoulder completely bare. Both of his hands then placed themselves on either of my upper arms.

            I was about to question what he was doing when I suddenly felt Harry’s lips come in contact with my shoulder blade. My breath hitched as he then moved his lips and kissed my neck. He started kissing around my neck, searching for my soft spot, and I bit my bottom lip hard when he got closer to it. I clutched the spatula in my right hand as Harry finally found the spot, and starting kissing it.

            “Harry,” I say breathily, my eyes on the omelete. Hey, I can’t let it burn.

            “Mmm?” he mumbles against my neck.

            “I’m gonna burn the food,” I try to get out but it ends in a gasp when I feel his teeth start nibbling.

            “You won’t,” he whispers, still working on my neck. I then feel his right hand slide down my own, and then he covers my hand as he holds the spatula with me. I watch as he moves our hands and spatula together, and then picks up the cooked omelete and places it on the plate. He then shuts the stove off, extuingishing the fire. Harry laces our right hands together, still kissing my neck.

            His left hand slid down my arm and laced with my own left hand. So here I am, standing in Harry’s family kitchen in my pajamas, as my back was pressed up against Harry’s shirtless chest while he was kissing my neck. Whoa, wait. What if his parents and sister walk in? Talk about embarassment!

            “Harry, stop,” I finally say.

            “Why?” he asks, not moving.

            “What if your family walks in?” I ask.

            He chuckles against my skin, sending chills down my spine. “Front door’s locked.”

            “Still. Stoppp,” I whine, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

            But Harry tightened his grip, and then spun me around suddenly. So now we were chest against chest. My eyes trailed down from his face until they rested on the two bird tattoos on his chest. I smile slightly as my right manicured index finger trailed one of the birds. I always had found interest in his tattoos, and I don’t even care that he has so many. They just seem so cool. Then my fingers trailed down his right arm, and I could feel him watching me. I read the tattoo that said ‘Things I Can.’

            My eyes then moved to his left arm, and down to his wrist that said ‘I Can’t Change.’ They were just three simple words, but they meaned so much more. He’s saying that nothing and no one can change him, that he’s gonna stay just the way he is. And that’s what I love most about him.

            I smile, my thumb grazing the tattooed words, as I whisper, “This is my favorite one.”

            “Really?” Harry asks.

            I look up, my brown eyes locking with his green ones. “Yeah,” I reply. “I don’t want you to change.”

            Harry’s pink lips curve up into a smile, causing me to smile back. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’m not going to.” He kisses my forehead and grins. “Why don’t you go and change? I’ll finish with the French toast.”

            I nod and walk up the stairs. Walking into Harry’s room, I opened up my suitcase and took out something to wear. Taking out black skinny jeans and a white top that had red sleeves that ended a few inches above my wrists, I walked into Harry’s bathroom. I took a quick shower and changed into the clothes, and blow dried my hair. After putting on some lipgloss and eye liner, I put on black TOMS and walked down the stairs. In the kitchen, I saw that Harry had set everything up. On the dining table was French toast, omeletes, waffles, pancakes, and some of the dishes. He was setting down the forks and spoons when he saw me.

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            “Hey,” he grins. “Can you put these on the table? I need to get dressed.”

            I nod, taking the forks and spoons from him. “Go. You stink,” I make a face.

            He rolls his eyes, kissing my cheek. “Very funny,” he says sarcasitcally before walking away.

            I put the utensils by the plates when I heard the front door jiggle. I finished putting the things down when Anne, Robin, and Gemma walked in, carrying over night bags. I grin as I walk over to greet them. “Hi guys,” I say.

            “Hello, Carly,” Anne smiles, setting her bags down along with Robin’s and Gemma’s.

            “Oh my God, do I smell waffles?!” Gemma exclaims with a wide grin.

            “Oh my,” Robin says wide eyed when they see all of the food on the kitchen table.

            I chuckle. “Harry and I decided to do a little breakfast feast since Gemma came home today,” I explain.

            “Thank you so much,” Gemma grins. “I’m sick of eating that horrid hospital food.”

            I laugh and suddenly footsteps come down the stairs. We turn to see Harry wearing jeans and a black V neck. He’s ruffling his hair when he’s coming down and when he sees his family, he grins. “Hey, guys!”

            He gives his sister a hug and Mum a peck on the cheek as Anne smiles. “Carly was telling us how you all set up this breakfast buffet.”

            Harry chuckles. “Yeah,” he says. “Come on, I’m starving.”

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            “I am so full,” I groan, plopping down on my back on Harry’s bed.

            Harry plops down next to me, but on his stomach so he’s looking straight at me. “So am I,” he agrees. “Hey, wait.”

            I look at him, confused, as I see him pick up something from his bedside table. I notice that it’s our bucket list, and see that he picks up a pen to tick off ‘make breakfast’ from the list. Putting it back down on the table, Harry returns to his position on the bed next to me and sighs. Suddenly, I feel a buzzing and it’s Harry’s phone as he takes it out. My phone buzzes as well and I do the same, and see that it’s a tweet from Gemma.

@GemmaAnneStyles: My little brother @Harry_Styles and his lovely girlfriend @CarlyMcKinley! Aren’t they soooo cute?! #adorable  http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/2C7F2252-1FE3-4DED-9715-32405231DA4B-1322-00000093B6D0B36E.jpg

            It was a picture of Harry and I that Gemma had taken while downstairs, and it was a cute picture. I smile at the tweet and retweet it, and then tweet Gemma back.

@CarlyMcKinley: @GemmaAnneStyles Haha awww. Thanks Gemma :D

            I then noticed the tweets of the fans, and laughed.

-WAAIIITTT. Carly’s in Holmes Chapel with Harry!?!?!!

-OMG Harry introduced Carly to his family! Awww.

-It’s legit. #Harly is definitely here to stay.

            Exiting out of Twitter, I turned my head to look at Harry, who had his arms stretched out in front of him as he laid on his back while on Twitter. Since his attention was on his phone, I put my own phone away and rolled on to his back, so now my stomach was on his back as I laid on top of him. 

            “What are you doing?” Harry asks with a loud laugh.

            I chuckle. “What? It’s comfortable.”

            Instead of answering me, Harry went on the Instagram app on his phone and stretched it out to take a selfie. “Smile!” he says. I rest my chin on his left shoulder as my head peaks out from behind him, and you can easily tell that I’m lying on top of him. We both smile widely, and he takes the picture and then posts it.

@Harry_Styles: Good morning from Carly and I :) insta.gram.com/NDK2495

            I laugh at the picture and kiss Harry’s cheek. Suddenly, my phone starts ringing, and I take it out to see who it is. “Who is it?” Harry asks.

            I read the name and smile. “Soha,” I say, and pick up the phone. “Hey, Soha!”

            “You’ll never guess what happened today!” Soha exclaims through the phone.

            I laugh at her excited tone, and Harry looks at me. “What?” I ask.

            “Niall and I kissed!”