The Friendship Contract

My Best Friend the Child

Jane's POV

"C'mon, Max." I whispered to my pup." Give Uncle Haz a good morning."

I release my puppy onto the bed as it began humping Harry's face.

"What the hell," he pushed Max off . Max barked and licked his face." Where am I?"

"You are currently hogging the comfort of my bed." I said, sitting by Harry's head and putting Max in my lap. He wriggled around before laying comfortably down.

"I thought we were going to a hotel," he said, rubbing the crust out of his eyes.

"We were until you let me drive," I smirked."I drove us and your baby all the way back to London."

"How'd you manage to get me inside?" He yawned, turning to lay on his stomach.

"I called Henry and he dragged your knocked out self here." Henry was our head of security. He's been working for my family before I was even born. He's the typical bald, extremely tall, and buff security man you see in movies. He's always wearing a suit and never goes to sleep.

"What time did we-" Harry stopped himself before his eyes widened and he jumped out of my bed.

Morning sunshine.

"What's wrong?"

He bolted for the door and raced downstairs. I ran after him and stopped at the top of the staircase.

"You drove my baby!" He screamed and I rolled my eyes.

Typical.

I find it incredibly rude how he does not trust my driving. I rolled my eyes and began to make my way downstairs and to the kitchen. I made sure to slip on my fuzzy slippers since the floor was freezing.

Max trailed behind me as his collar jingled with every cute little step he takes. I went over to the cupboard and took out his food before pouring about a cup full in his bowl. I refilled Max's water and put everything back in its place. I walked over to the sink and was washing my hands when my stomach made an animalistic noise.

I'm hungry as fuck.

It was barely ten o'clock in the morning and my stomach made the sound of a cross breed between whale and big foot.

I began going around the kitchen and taking out ingredients to make chocolate chip pancakes. I've always been more of a waffle person but Harry loves these so I suppose could make the most of it.

I tied my hair up into a chaotic attempt at a bun and started mixing the ingredients. The sun was rising and shining by this time. My parents went off to work about an hour ago and I stayed here in my big v-neck shirt and spandex.

Harry, on the other hand, is still in his clothes from last night.

Our parents never made a big deal of us sleeping over at each other's houses. I guess they never had the paranoid minds of regular parents because they know Harry and I were friend. Besides, I'm a classic good girl so that should be enough of an explanation.

I was mindlessly flipping pancakes and eating chocolate chip when Harry came back in and sighed in relief. He went to the stools across from where I was cooking and slumped into them.

"My baby is alright," he praised.

"What'd you think I'd do with her? Drive her off of a cliff?" I asked.

"No," he said." I was thinking more of a mountain."

He laughed before yawning. He rubbed his hands furiously over his face to rid himself of any tiredness.