*Norah's POV*

I woke up the next morning sweating and practically gasping for air under the heavy weight of Harry's body, but at least he was happily snoring away on top of me.

"Harry," I groaned, shoving at his shoulder. "I can't breathe."

He grumbled something unintelligible and shifted slightly, freeing at least half of my chest.

"I swear, I will pepper spray you if you don't move off me right now," I half-laughed. "Harry, I'm serious!"

"I heard you, baby, I heard you," he murmured, rolling so I was on top of him and his arms were pinning me to his warm body.

"I took off work today," I smiled, tracing small patterns on his skin. "Har, wake up. I'm hungry."

"Sweetheart, it's way too early to even be speaking. Go back to sleep."

I pouted. "I'm already awake."

His hand slid down to my butt and gripped it firmly, a small grin playing around his lips as I huffed in protest.

"Darling, just close your eyes. I promise you'll go back to sleep."

"No, I'm not sleepy."

"I love it when you say that word," he grinned, his eyes still closed. "'Sleepy', it's adorable."

I laid my head down on his chest and listened to the solid thumping of his heart for a few minutes, but still found sleep impossible. I just wasn't tired.

But my stomach had other ideas besides relaxing. Just at the second I began to close my eyes, my stomach made the loudest, weirdest gurgling sound I've ever heard in my life.

"Holy shit," Harry laughed thickly, his deep voice still hoarse with sleep. His eyes twinkled with laughter as I buried my blushing cheeks in my pillow, my hair sprawled across his chest as he kept laughing.

"Stop laughing at me," I mumbled into the sheets next to Harry. His body was shaking with his soft laughter but at least he was trying to control it. Key word- trying.

"I'm-I'm sorry baby," he finally managed. "I'll go find your sweet little tummy something to eat, alright?"

"Stop it!" I scowled as he stood up and dragged some boxers up his long legs. "It's not funny."

"I'll be right back, angel," he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Eggs sound okay?"

I crossed my arms and huffed, furrowing my eyebrows while listening to the sound of Harry's laugh echoing around my house. God, he was an asshole.

I texted Kat and my mother, who insisted on shopping with Harry later that day, and shimmied into some panties and a pajama shirt before Harry came back.

"Here you go, princess," he smirked as he set down a heaping plate of eggs, toast, and strawberries. "Let me know if you want any more."

"How did you make all this?" I blinked, gesturing to the perfectly set up meal. "I mean...when did-"

"Oh, well it might've had something to do with the very nicely dressed young man standing in your kitchen."

I stared at him. "What?"

"I think he said his name was...Darius, maybe?"

"Daniel?"

"Yeah, that was it."

I jumped up and ran down the stairs, straight into the arms of Daniel Redmond, my current intern and my favorite protégée. (pic attached is supposed to be Daniel. I imagine him to be Austin Butler)

"How have you been?" I beamed, hugging him tightly as he laughed. "How was home?"

"Alright, I guess," he answered in his thick accent. "Reunions are always boring but I like seeing my mum and dad."

"Yeah," I nodded quickly. "And you snuck into my house and made me breakfast?"

"Not sneaking," he corrected with a grin. "I brought you flowers and was going to go over some paperwork but I saw that you were, well, otherwise occupied, if you will."

"You went into my room?"

"I was just going to set the flowers down!"

"You little creep!"

"I didn't know you were naked on some guy's chest!"

"Well-"

"Excuse me," another voice cut in, except this one sounded pissed and I didn't even want to turn around and see his face. "Who are you?"

"Danny," Daniel greeted with his warm smile. "Nice to meet you."

"Harry," Harry returned tightly. "Harry Styles."

"The Harry Styles?"

"Yes." Usually Harry laughed at that question and made some ridiculous joke but this time, he didn't seem to be in the mood for jokes.

"Harry, this is my intern," I smiled, trying to show him that he needed to back off. "Daniel, Harry is my fiancée."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, he proposed last time he was here."

"Why didn't you tell me? Congratulations!" He wrapped his arms around me again and I could practically feel Harry's anger rolling off him in waves.

"Well thank you for breakfast, Daniel," I said lightly. "But I think you should probably get to the office."

"Of course," he smirked. "You two have fun doing...whatever. See you later, Nor."

He left and as soon as the door closed, I felt the air thicken and my heart skip one too many beats.

"I'm not even going to address what just happened," Harry pushed through gritted teeth. "I have to get dressed before I'm late."

I had no idea where he was going and I wanted so badly to ask, but the bulging vein in his neck and his clenched fists told me to just let him calm himself down.

So I sat on the couch with my breakfast and ate alone to the background noise of Adventure Time. It wasn't all that bad but I did feel lonely. Usually Harry and I did everything together, including showering, and he hated for me to eat alone.

"I'll be back later," Harry muttered as he walked briskly past the couch. "I have some things to deal with."

I peeked over the back of the couch at him, now dressed in a very well fitting sweater and dark jeans. "Where are you going?"

"I just told you," he squinted at me. "I have things to do, Norah."

"Oh," I nodded, sitting back and pulling my blanket up further. "Okay."

He let out a deep breath and left quietly, I almost didn't hear the door shut. I guess that was better than slamming it.

*Harry's POV*

That son of a bitch would be dead if I ever saw him again. He came into Norah's house, went into her room, then had the balls to make a joke about us having sex. Needless to say, I was fuming.

"How can I help you, sir?" The older woman behind the counter asked politely.

I looked at all the jewelry carefully arranged in the glass display and none of it seemed good enough. Not one was worthy of its purpose.

"Do you have anything that says, 'sister of the bride'?"

She smiled. "Of course, right this way."

We finally settled on a thin golden necklace with three pearls strung neatly together. It was beautiful.

The café we agreed on was only a few blocks away so I walked there, letting the warm sun hit my skin and lessen some of the tension I was currently feeling.

I spotted her sitting at a table by the window, her face turned down into an old looking book.

"Hey," I grinned, setting the small red box on the table. She looked up and her blue eyes sparkled, her lips pulling into a full smile as she stood up and hugged me tightly. She reminded me so much of Norah, it was almost scary.