Resolution

58. Home

"Well, holy moly, me oh my, you're the apple of my eye; girl, I've never loved one like you."

Song: Home

Artist: Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes

Harry's POV

I chuckled quietly, attempting to keep my laughter to a minimum so as not to give me away as I watched Halle in amusement. My sweatshirt she was wearing was far too big for her, the bottom of it skimming her thighs and the sleeves refusing to stay pushed above her elbows where she repeatedly shoved them. She blew out a huff of air that blew the few blonde wisps that had fallen out of her ponytail off her forehead.

She was, adorably, attempting to cook something edible for us to eat and was on her third attempt at making scrambled eggs. Any help I had offered had been immediately refused in her determination to redeem herself from the last disaster we had endured with cooking. My chuckle caught her attention despite my attempts to hide it and she turned to shoot me a disapproving look over her shoulder.

"Something funny?" she said grumpily. She looked far too enticing for me to resist- wearing my sweatshirt and shorts that she was practically swimming in but still managed to look sexy. Her hair was a mess and thrown up into a ponytail high on her head and she had basically no make up on, but I thought she had never looked more beautiful.

"Nope, not at all," I said innocently, grinning at her as she cocked an eyebrow before turning around again.

"Well you know, if you hadn't been so intent on distracting me, this would have gone a lot better," she said sarcastically. Despite her disapproving frown, I knew she wasn't actually mad. I grinned sheepishly, my guilty expression aimed at her back. I had successfully ruined her first two attempts at cooking by trying to pin her against the counter.

She had fought me off relatively quickly the first time, shutting me up with a few kisses and a rake of her fingers through my hair but not quickly enough to save the eggs she was cooking. The second time, I had managed to lift her onto the counter top and shift my hips between her thighs before the burning smell of eggs resurfaced and caused her to shove me away from her.

Curses had flown from her perfect, now slightly swollen lips as she darted to the stove and tried to save our breakfast to no avail. She had actually stomped her foot while muttering something that sounded like, 'dammit, Harry,' at me before banishing me to the other side of the counter where I now sat.

"Hmm, I think it was worth the wait," I said, shrugging. It had been more than worth it to watch her become adorably flustered. No matter how hard she tried to act like I'd forced the distraction upon her, she'd melted in to me the second I'd touched her both times. She loved it and she knew it.

I watched her shoulders shift beneath the bulky sweatshirt as she stirred the eggs with laser-like focus, determined to succeed this time. She seemed satisfied because she moved the pan off the hot skillet before pulling two plates and forks from the cupboard next to her. A moment later, she had two heaping piles of eggs distributed to each of the plates. She carried them to me, setting one down in front of me and shooting me a reproachful look before leaning against the counter across from me.

I watched as she took a forkful of eggs and brought it to her lips. They pursed gently as she blew on the steaming food and I found myself momentarily mesmerized by the way they pouted out in such an innocent gesture. I shook my head, clearly away the thoughts that had been extremely prevalent all morning. It was just so damn hard not to think about it when every little thing she did made me want to haul her back to bed.

"It's good, thank you," I said after a few bites. Her eyes darted up to mine and she smiled softly.

"Better be after three attempts," she said lightly, her mood shifting significantly now that she'd successfully fed us. "Thanks."