I woke up earlier than usual. It was 9:45, and my normal wake up time was around 11:30. Oddly this morning the sun wasn't shining like usually. Today was cloudy with a small drizzle of rain starting to fall. I looked around and noticed Harry wasn't in the room, yet his bag and shirt from last night was at the foot of the bed.

I let out a yawn and stretched. When I stretched I made that baby dinosaur noise that everyone usually makes. I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. My curled hair from last night wasn't as curled any more, and a few strands stuck out everywhere. I brushed through my hair and just decided to leave it down for  now. As far as my face goes, it looked fine. I quickly grabbed some shorts to replaced my joggers. My tank top was raised a little bit with my shorts hung low on my hips. I walked down the stairs and half way down I smelled breakfast.

Once I made it to the bottom of the stairs, I peeked around the corner in side the kitchen and saw Harry cooking. Shirtless. Was it hot in here, or is it just me? I watched as his back muscles contracted with every move he made. He had some black shorts on the hung low on him as well. Low enough to see his v-line (queue fainting spell). I could just barely see the hem of his boxers.

I slowly walked to the kitchen and leaded against the island in the middle of the room. I watched as Harry flipped some pancakes on to a plate and walked past me to set them on the bar.

"Morning love." He kissed my cheek as he went back to the stove.

"Morning," I smiled, "So what's for breakfast?"

"I was just about to ask you." He said leaning against the counter across from me. "I can make oatmeal, toast, pancakes, waffles, an omelet, hash browns, cereal, you name it." He flashed a quick smile. 

I had to think for a moment. "Can you do brown sugar oatmeal with toast?" I bit my lip in anticipation.

"Can do." he winked at me.

He soon got back to work over the stove. With in minutes he had my oatmeal and toast ready plus some hash browns for his self. I remained on the counter the whole time.

After placing both our meals on the small table for two, he washed his hands and turned to look at me.

I looked into his beautiful green eyes. I was under that hypnotic spell. I was so caught up in his eyes that I didn't notice him making his way towards me. He was standing right in front of my knees before pulling them apart and stepping in between them.

"Have I told you how incredible hot you look in sweats?" He rested his arms on my thighs.

"Really?" I raised and eyebrow

"Really" He assured me. His hands moving up along my thighs up to my hip and drawing different shapes on the skin just below the hem of my top.

"Even in the morning?" I snaked my arms around his neck and played with the curls on the back of his neck.

"Especially in the morning." He looked me straight in the eye. Just how he said it made me believe he meant every word he said.

I felt my cheeks heat up and a smile form on my face.

"Lets eat. Foods getting cold." He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed the back.

"OK." I said and he grasped my hips and aided me in getting off the counter.

We sat across from each other as he devoured our food.

"So what are you planning today?" Harry asked wiping his hands on a napkin.

"I'm not sure." I bit my lip and looked at him.

"You don't know what you're doing half the time do you?" He cocked his head to the side.

"No I honestly don't." I shook my head and looked down at my finished oatmeal.

"Well, we can find something to do." He smirked.

Then an idea popped up in my head. I shot up from my seat and went into the walk in pantry. Once I found what I was looking for I smiled. I went back to the door way and poked my head out, smiling at Harry.

"We can make a cake?" I said with a smile and wiggling my eyebrows

Harry chuckled and wiped his mouth, "Anything you want love." He gathered our plates and placed them in the sink while I got the cake mix and other ingredients.

"Two layers or one?" I asked him.

"Two could get interesting." He stated.

"Two it is!" I announced.

I skipped into the kitchen and placed the stuff down.

"Ok. You work on one I work on the other?" He asked.

"Sure." I reached up into the cabinets behind Harry. I felt my tank top rise up a little bit. I also felt Harry's gaze burning in to my backside.

"Like the view." I looked over my shoulder and winked at him. 

"Totally." He smiled showing off his dimples.

I just giggle and playfully punched his chest. We soon got to work making the doubled layered chocolate cake.

"Where is the blinder?" Harry asked.

"On the bottom shelf in the cabinet in front of you." I answered.

I finished mixing my batter and poured it into the circular pan.

After I put it in the oven I walked back over to Harry and crossed my arms with a smug smile on my face.

"Need some help?" I asked sarcastically. He just ignored me.

"Seems like you're having some trouble." I smiled.

"Leave. Me. Alone!" He yelled in a child like voice.

"what if I don't?"

"You'll regret it." He stated.

"I will?" Was my last words before chocolate batter was everywhere!

"Really Styles?" I asked while ridding my eyes of the sweet gooey substance.

"Yeah" He said laughing, "really."

"Well. Okay then." I stated and picked up a wash rag to clean up the floor and countertops.

"You're ok with it?" He asked pretty shocked.

"Yeah. It wasn't the first time." I shrugged.

"When was the first time?" Harry asked. He sounded curious with a hint of worry in his voice.

"It was in the kitchen in my house in the states, its weird because we ended up having sex on the floor an-" He cut me off.

"Eww! No! no! no! Stop!!...just stop right there!" He said covering his ears.

I just had to laugh. Once he saw me laughing he uncovered his ears and looked at me crossing his arms across his chest. I went up and wrapped my arms around his neck as my laughter slowly came to a stop.

"I'm kidding." I said looking into his eyes.

"About what? The mess with the cake batter, or the sex on the f-floor part?" He looked like he wasn't quite sure if he really wanted to know the answer.

I laughed, "both."

"Okay." He sound relived.

He soon got back to work mixing the cake and I got back cleaning.

I had to get him back, but what could I do?

I then spotted a small tub of frosting.

BINGO!

I dug some out and smeared some on my hands and smeared it down his back. I didn't even wait for him to say anything, I just took off. I ran through the formal dinning room, through Grams office and out the back doors. Now that I was out side I felt rain start to sprinkle down a little bit harder than it was earlier.

 From out side I heard Harry. Following his voice I heard his heavy footsteps quickly making their way down the hall way and straight for me.

"Really Bell?" You could tell he was trying to act mad but he soon broke out a dimpled smile.

I just laughed. As my laughter died down I noticed Harry was running towards me. I let out a high pitch squeal and took off running away from him. No matter how fast I ran, Harry's long legs gave him a greater advantage. I didn't even know how close he was until I was yanked back into his firm chest.

I was kicking and laughing so much that I hadn't realized he had twirled me around so now we were face to face. I stopped laughing and looked up at him, and I saw something in his eyes that I haven't seen before.

He kept glancing to my lips then back to my eyes. He pulled me a little closer and placed his hands on my hips and I placed mine on his chest. He lowered his head to where our foreheads were touching. The rain drops were coming down a little harder now. I can't believe this was happening.

What Harry said next caught me off guard.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked. His eyes pleading. If I said no he would probably feel like a big idiot.

At first I didn't know why he asked me but then I remembered what I told him about Dalton. I found it sweet that he asked for permission first though.

"Yes."

Harry's POV:

It was the perfect time to kiss her! I knew it was going to rain soon, and what is more romantic than a kiss in the rain?

I rested my forehead on hers and remembered what she had told me about her last boyfriend. He kissed her even though she told him no, and he ruined everything between them.

I didn't want that to happen this time. She is too important for me to lose.

Just being around her makes me weak in the knees. I get butterflies in my stomach when she looks and me, and I'm not even going to tell you what she does to me when she bits her lip. We've only met a few weeks ago, but I am already head over heels for her.

But like I said before, She was too important for me to lose, and I'm not going to ruin this.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked.

If she says no, I'm going to feel like a stupid idiot.

I saw a look in her eyes. She looked a little shocked, yet touched.

"Yes." She barely whispered, but heard it.

I leaned in a little bit and nudged her cheek with my nose as her softy pink lips finally connected with mine.

Bella's POV:

He finally connected our lips.

And there goes the sparks!

Our lips started to move against each other,  keeping the kiss long and sweet and filled with love. By now his arms were snaked completely around me pressing my chest to his. My arms had made their way up and around his neck. As we deepened the kiss I felt Harrys tongue slide across my bottom lip. I slightly opened my mouth and with in a second he was exploring my entire mouth.

Out of no where it started to rain, not just a little, but a lot. That didn't bother us much though. With my body still pressed to his, he moved his hands up to cup my face and I brought my hands back down to his chest. I ran my hand over his wet abs which caused him to groan in my mouth. My hair was flat against my back as the rain droplets splashed off my forehead. I could feel Harry's hair hanging in front of his face and tickling my forehead.

I felt Harry's hand release my face. He barely pulled away from my lips so we could catch our breath.

I felt his hands tap my thighs, "Jump." He breathed.

I did as he told me and jumped, wrapping my legs around his wet torso. It was hard to keep my self up If his hands and arms weren't supporting my thighs and butt I would have fallen by now.

I weaved my fingers through his hair as he reconnected our lips. My hair started to fall in my face and his hair was in his face.

Harry parted his lips and I opened my eyes just as he opened his. I removed one of my hands from his hair and used it to move his hair out of his eyes.

"That was amazing." He whispered.

"Yeah." I nodded biting my lip, "It was the best second first kiss." I smiled down at hm.

"Well, in that case, I hope I'm your last first kiss."