Handcuffed to a Flirt ( 1D Harry Styles)

Ch. 22 Tonight's the Night.... Maybe.

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---Melody’s POV---

Last night was the first night I slwept alone in over a week and boy, did it feel strange. I quickly got used to having Harry next to me everynight, to have his warm, soothing breath down my back while he locks his arms around me as if afraid if he didn’t I would leave somehow.

I couldn’t slep at all, I kept tossing around in my bed. It seemed as if with Harry , all my worries slip by and now that he’s not with me 24/7, they just seemed to hit me like a million bricks! I kepy on thinking that I needed to find a job, or that Harry will leave soon and will most likely break up with me but I tried not to think on that too much because I know it’s coming soon.

Something else that seemed to bother me a lot was Carter’s strange behavior while I was handcuffed with Harry. I’ve never seen him like that, so sassy and so guy-like attitude.  I’m gonna have to talk to him about it today.

I got up, showered a nice long shower; bruched my teeth and pulled my hair in a messy bun and kept my make up natural. I pulled on turquise jeans with a white blouse and a thin yellow belt at my waist and yellow wedges.

I make my way to the kitchen and see Carter is making breakfast. Annebelle must be at work already. Carter looks up at me and smiles that loving smile that I’ve always loved about him. I smile back and sit on the counter top while he finishes breakfast.

“Morning Babe! I’m making your favorite, chocolate pancakes with strawberries” He chirps. Wow, he made a change from last night to today.

“Thanks” Is all I could say. He’s so happy today that it surprised me. He’s the happiest I’ve seen him in a while. I looks up at me and frowns at my response.

“Okay, whats up” He comes over to me and places his hands on my knees, waiting for my to answer him.

“Nothing. I’m fine” I told him and I was it’s just his mood swing got me off guard.

“No, you’re not. Usually when someone makes you your favorite breakfast, you’re all jumpy and dipping your finger in the batter.” He tells me. My mouth drops cause he was right! I always get all excited for breakfast.