Harry had to bite back a loud groan as he woke up the next morning. He' d been having a nice dream about him and Nikki, involving a cutting room table, and no clothes. He hoped he hadn't moaned her name too loudly, in case she had been passing his room and had heard him. Harry then sat up slightly, sighing as he felt his body's reaction to the dream. He bit his lip and shook his head, slowly sliding his legs out of the bed.
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"Morning" Nikki yawned as she wandered into the kitchen, still dressed in her pyjamas, Harry already sitting at the table nursing a mug of coffee between his hands.
"Morning" Harry replied, glancing up from the mug as she walked past. His throat went dry when he saw the pyjama shorts that Nikki was wearing, he'd always taken her for a trouser person, and the tank top that barely covered her stomach. The light blue dressing gown she wore, got caught on the chair as she passed, giving Harry a very nice view of her bum. He almost choked on his coffee as he realised that she wasn't wearing a bra, and averted his eyes as she turned to look at him.
"How did you sleep?"
"Like a baby" Harry told her with a grin, and Nikki giggled as she turned back to the coffee machine, pouring herself a mug "Don't you have work today?"
"Nope" she shook her head, her slightly curled hair swaying, distracting Harry and making him want to reach over and run it through his fingers. "Leo made me take another day, to look after you"
"Oh come on" Harry muttered as Nikki shrugged, licking her lips as she took a sip of her coffee. Harry resisted the urge to lean over and kiss her, looking quickly down at his mug.
"I personally don't think you need looking after"
"Wow" Harry raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair and smirking at his best friend "I can't believe you just said that"
"Only because I know you" Nikki replied, putting her mug on the table and shrugging again "and if I was in the same situation, I would hate to be babied"
"That's because you're an independent woman, you don't let anyone tell you what to do"
Nikki gave him a small smile and chuckled, nodding slightly.
"I suppose that's true" she told him quietly as Harry drained the rest of his coffee "How's your leg?" she asked, successfully changing the subject. "It didn't give you grief last night did it?"
"No, the painkillers worked fine" he told her. The dreams however had kept him up. He coughed slightly, not surprised at all by his own thoughts "You couldn't take me home could you? I need to get some clothes and things if I'm going to stay here for six weeks" he paused and observed Nikki as she nodded, silently telling him that she would take him home. "You don't mind do you? I'm not..interrupting or intruding am I?"
"No Harry" Nikki giggled "It's fine. I'm not going to leave you to cope on your own"
"I can cope fine on my own"
"Of course you can" Nikki nodded, standing up and grabbing both of their empty mugs and walking over to the sink "have you called your mum to tell her what happened?"
"No" Harry said quickly, shaking his head vigorously, his bangs falling over his face slightly. Nikki resisted the urge to run her hands through his hair, wanting to feel it beneath her fingers. "I'm not going to tell her either"
"Why?"
"She will worry, believe it or not" Harry rolled his eyes, shaking his head "Please"
"Fine" Nikki shrugged "She's your mother"
She turned to her fridge, opening it and then looking back at Harry.
"What do you fancy for breakfast?"
'You' he thought 'Up against that fridge' "I don't mind" he said out loud "Actually, I'll have toast and jam. If you have any"
"Sure" Nikki nodded, pulling out the milk for her cereal "Sit down" she told him forcibly as he went to get up "You're meant to be resting"
"I don't like sitting here while you do everything" Harry sighed, putting his crutches down again and leaning back against the chair.
"You're an invalid Harry" Nikki giggled, she enjoyed calling him that because she knew it annoyed him "But don't think it's going to last beyond the time that you're in plaster"
"Oh why not?" Harry pouted "I might get used to it"
"You better not" Nikki warned, brandishing a butter knife at him as she spread jam on his toast "I'm not your bloody house wife"
"You wouldn't be my house wife" Harry said without thinking "You'd obviously work as well"
There was a sudden silence throughout the kitchen as they both processed what he had just said.
"I mean..if we were married..which we're not" Harry added quickly, rubbing the side of his nose in embarrassment. "What else are you doing today? Apart from looking after this invalid"
"Shopping" Nikki replied, placing the toast in front of Harry and sitting down again, flicking her hair over her shoulders. Harry groaned loudly and took a bite of his toast, chewing it thoughtfully "I haven't been in a while and I need some new clothes"
"Women" Harry muttered, swallowing his toast and trying to look innocent as Nikki threw him a withering look.
"Well it's coming up for summer" Nikki shrugged "and I need some more dresses and skirts. You can help me chose if you want" she added the last bit as a joke, chuckling to herself, pretty shocked when Harry nodded.
"Okay"
"I was joking"
"I want to get out of the house" Harry told her, smirking slightly "Even if it means being dragged around twenty million shops with you"
"You know there's a reason that the doctor gave you a week off work, to rest" Nikki shook her head as she stood up, grabbing her empty bowl and Harry's empty plate. "I don't want to make your leg even worse"
"Nikki" Harry sighed "It's my leg and I am responsible for it" he paused and frowned "That is one of the weirdest things I've ever said". This made Nikki giggle loudly, and in turn, made Harry's heart jump happily. "anyway, if I make it worse then I'll take the blame. I just don't want to be cooped up in your house with only old Mills and Boon to read"
"Fine Harry" Nikki told him as she put the washed up plate and dish on the draining wrack. She then frowned and turned to him, glaring "and I don't read Mills and Boon"
Harry just laughed loudly and stood up shakily, grabbing his crutches and hobbling to the kitchen door.
"Whatever you say" he grinned "I believe you, thousands wouldn't"
"Get out of here" Nikki rolled her eyes, throwing the tea-towel at him, making Harry laugh again and move backwards as quickly as he could "Go and do something useful while I clean up and get ready"
Harry just nodded, but didn't move as Nikki turned back to wiping up their breakfast things. He was distracted momentarily by her dressing gown moving out of the way and showing her legs in all their glory. Then his eyes moved up her perfectly toned stomach and then higher, knowing that she wasn't wearing a bra made his throat go dry and his trousers tightened slightly as he bit back a small moan. He wanted to march over there, or stumble in his case, and kiss her, to run his hands through her long soft hair, to touch her and make her moan his name as he made love to her. But he knew he couldn't. He let out a small sigh and turned around, hobbling through the house, all his thoughts about Nikki were doing nothing for his growing problem, so he made a beeline for the bathroom, hoping that the owner wasn't going to wander past anytime soon.
Yeah this story is sickly cheesy and trust me it's probably going to get worse...but I can only write cheesy stuff when it comes to Harry and Nikki, it's just natural :D
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