"Harold. Harry. Please wake up, Harry. It's already six in the morning." Liam his household and butler told him waking him up. He tried to ignore him but his clever butler opened the curtains making the sunlight came into the room. He rubbed his eyes to get away from the lure of the angel of sleeping.
Harry was born as a youngest son of a rich family named Steward . He had an elder sister called Gemma. Since he was young, he got everything he wanted. His wishes were always granted. His whole life was perfect.He'd got a butler named Liam Peters who was also his best friend.His parents left him all of their money and the mansions to him and his sister when they decided to live in a farm in Holmes Chapel. His sister was in love with a man. She said that she wouldn't take the money. She only asked for a mansion in London to live with her lover.
Harry jumped up from his warm and comfortable bed to have a shower when Liam was preparing breakfast. Liam was not a good cook but he usually made meals for Harry. Plus himself. After having shower and changing his clothes,he combed his messy short hair. Then Harry lazily walked down to the kitchen from his bathroom which was a master size. That stupid Liam was making sandwiches. SANDWICHES! He knew nothing about a better breakfast than sandwiches.
"Liam. You should go to a cooking class and learn to make a better breakfast. If I'm not busy like old days, I --" Harry was interrupted by Liam. "Harry. Now you're a busy man. You don't have time to make breakfast. So, please shut up and eat it until I throw it into the bin. " Harry could say nothing more. Liam was right. He's no time to make one. What a pitiful life.
Harry suddenly heard a knock on the front door. He knew that it was Zayn Morris who was visiting him that day, one of his friends who he met in university. Yes. Harry was graduated. He looked like a nineteen years old boy but actually he was twenty three. Old man who looked really young. He walked to the door and opened it to see his friend who was interested by his young butler.
"Good morning, Harry. Good morning, Mr. Peters. " "Good morning, Zayn. " Harry greeted back when Liam just whispered "Good morning, Mr. Morris. " Harry looked at Liam and saw that his butler was shy and couldn't get his eyes away from Zayn.
He couldn't help but smiled at shy butler. "Well, Zayne. You haven't visited me for ages. And I heard that you'd become a rich lawyer! You didn't even write about it to me." "I'm sorry, H. As you know, I'm busy and we'll now I am here. I came to visit you. So, please do not blame me anymore." his old friend replied with an unhappy tone.
"Harry. Have you seen Niall? The Irish one.
I heard that you are still writing to him.
"Mumm. Yes. He's fine. He opened a restaurant in his hometown. You know 'Irish Dishes'. He's the owner. Surprisingly, he's a good cook. Chef. " replied Harry with a smile. All of his friends had become famous and rich. He's really proud and happy for them.
"Ah! Zee. Sorry! I have to go to my bakery. I'm going to check if the employees are working hard. You know that they don't usually work hard when I am not there checking on the lists." Zayn nodded and said "Such a busy man you are." A wave and a smile that showed his dimples were his heart warming replies which were only for his dearest persons in his life.