Adulation / h.s

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Harry's heart completely sank when he felt for Rosie the following morning to find she wasn't in his bed.

He did however find a note on the pillow where she once lay.

It was like he was having deja vu.

Thought I left again? Was all it read.

He frowned unsure what this meant. He turned the note over: You have little faith in me, Styles.

He was confused now, was she here? Had she left?

"Morning you," He heard from the door.

He turned over to see her standing there in his shirt holding two mugs of tea.

"I wanted to make breakfast but you have no eggs or bread and your milk is off. So I settled with tea, I didn't know if you have sugar so I didn't put any in." She smiles walking over to him and placing his tea down on his bedside.

"I don't take any sugar, thank you." He kissed her cheek before drinking it.

"You're welcome,"

"I'll order us in breakfast, what do you want?"

"What is there?" She asked curiously, crossing her legs on his bed.

"Whatever you want,"

"Bacon sandwich?"

Harry finds his phone and calls up his favourite breakfast spot and orders their food, he asked for them to throw in extra fruit and smoothies.

"Do you have anything to do today?" Rosie asks, it was Saturday so she assumed he might have plans.

"No, I don't really make plans for the weekend. I might do some work but nothing important. Do you?"

"Yeah," Rosie sighed looking at her phone. "I'm meeting my friend at about three, I haven't seen her in a while so I agreed we'd go to the gym together."

Harry lay back down and pulled Rosie into him. "So I have a few hours with you then?"

"If you want," She smiles kissing his nose.

"I do want," He pecks her lips.

The pair sat at Harry's kitchen table tucking into their breakfast, Rosie had her bacon sandwich followed by a handful of grapes and strawberries with  a banana smoothie.

"That was so delicious, thank you."

"It's no problem,"

When the doorbell rang, Rosie didn't know what to do - he had said he had no plans.

"Go answer the door for me? Please?" He smiles pouring himself some more smoothie.

She frowns standing up. Harry watched her bare legs as she walked towards it.

"Miss Rosie Bellevue?"

Rosie crossed her arms, aware she had answered the door in just Harry's shirt. "Uh, yes?"

"Here," The delivery man handed her a black and silver bag. "Just need your signature here please." He pointed handing her his machine, he took the time to look her up and down.

She signed and handed it him back still confused as to what he'd given her and how he knew her name. "Thank you,"

"Thank you, have a lovely day."

She smiles. "You too."

Rosie walks back in to the kitchen completely confused. "The guy just gave me this, it was for me.. I don't get it,"