The confession (6 I think)

LINCOLN

I woke up early the next day, around 5:30 and I couldn’t get back to sleep. I just spent most of my time staring at the incredible soul next to me. I’ve had a crush on a Henry for awhile now, and I can’t believe that we’d kissed! I smiled at the thought of our make out session last night. I pulled my arm out to look at my watch. 7:30? Jesus I’ve been looking at him for over 2 hours! Well, not that I’m complaining. I had studied all of his incredible features. His sharp jawline, his creamy skin, his shaggy brown hair that looked so sexy on him. Ever since I woke up I haven’t stopped smiling.

I tried to move out of the bed as quietly as possibly trying not to wake Henry. Once I successfully made it out I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the forehead before I walked out of my bedroom, down the stairs and into the kitchen. I smiled even wider at the thought of Henry’s face when he see’s that I’d made him breakfast in bed. Not going to lie, I’m the shittiest cook ever. But when it comes to Henry, I’ll try to tackle the challenge. I know that Henry’s favourite breakfast is pancakes with orange juice. I remember not only because I’m fucking in love with him, but also because we had a huge debate on how you should or shouldn’t have orange juice with pancakes! It’s just wrong! I chuckle at the thought of him. I bring out all the ingredients for pancakes and I get to work. While the pancakes were cooking, I took some oranges from the cupboard and started to squeeze the sweet juice from them.

“Since when do you cook,” I jumped. I turned around to see mum rubbing her left eye, drowsily looking at me. She looked so tired. I laughed at her under active self.

“Since today! Go back to sleep mum you look tired,” I suggest. Mum nods slowly and walks back to her bedroom at the speed of a snail. “Love you,” I call out after her with a chuckle.

“I love me too,” she says with a laugh before closing her bedroom door. I smile. Once I’d made 4 pancakes, I stacked them up onto a plate. And in last minute I added strawberries, bananas, maple syrup, and a small scoop of ice cream. I held the pancakes in one hand while I held the cup of orange juice with the other. It was tricky to walk up the stairs with my hands occupied but I managed. I was so glad that I didn’t close the door completely because I wouldn’t have been able to turn the handle. Instead I just pushed the door open to reveal a sleepy Henry sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Henry jerked his head up from the noise of the door opening and gave me the biggest smile. Henry’s hair was slightly messy, with his freckles fanning over his nose was peeking out from under the strands. Making him look so cute and hot. I guess Henry could only pull off that look. And the fact that he looked this good in MY bed, just made my heart leap out of my chest.

Henry looked at the pancakes and orange juice in my hands. His eyes lit up with joy.

“I-is this f-for me!” He asks excitedly. I chuckle at the adorable boy in front of me.

“No, it’s for me,” I say with a smirk. Henry’s eyes sank from his excitement.

“Oh, um sorry I-,”.

“I’m kidding Henry, I made it for you,” I say with a laugh. Henry’s excited grim returns. I hand him the plate of pancakes and I place the cup of orange juice on the side table next to my bed. Henry just stares at the pancakes. I’m a shitty cook, that’s probably why, I bet it looks disgusting.

“Oh um sorry, I know it’s not restaurant qua-,”.

“I need a knife and fork,” Henry says with a his cute laugh.

“Oh shit right,” I bolted from my room, down the stairs (nearly falling on the last one) and tumbled into the kitchen. How the hell did I forget a knife and fork. Once I had found one of each I once again bolted up the stairs into my bedroom. That was probably the most exercise I was going to do all day. When I returned, Henry was already looking at me, trying to hide his amusement from me being warn out but failing miserably.

“Shut up,” I said while I rolled my eyes. But that only made a Henry laugh harder. I held out his knife and fork to him. His brows knitted together in confusion as he stares up at me.

“Where’s yours?”.

“Oh um, well this is yours not mine,” I said scratching the back of my head nervously with my free hand. Henry rolled his eyes and then a big smile plastered to his lips.

“That’s ok we can share,” before I can say anything, Henry reached out and pulled me onto my bed and snuggled into me from under the sheets. I blushed, Henry could do so many things to me. I slipped under the sheets, cuddling Henry. He placed the pancakes in front of us and we shared the pancakes together, taking turns with the cutlery. Occasionally, I would lean in and kiss him softly. I would be able to taste the maple syrup from his sweet lips, along with the rest of his delicious taste.

That was how I spent my Saturday. Cuddled up against Henry, kissing him and eating pancakes together. And boy, did I love every second I had with him.

I’M SORRY I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO WRITE A LOT! MY LIFE HAS BEEN BUSY XX! once again I’m very sorry. It would mean a lot to me if you guys could check out my story “Daisy and him” on Wattpad by Charli239 xx. ❤️