It really was ridiculous the way that the things you loved between 12 and 14 fossilized in your personality.

Elise couldn't help but curse Stephanie Meyer, and not for the first time, while she watched Harry sleep.

She'd had the distinct feeling that was creepy at some point. But, not when she had read the Twilight series for the first time. Then it had seemed the height of romance to her. The way Edward didn't need sleep, but would stay close to his human and be enchanted by her little puffs in slumber.

Elise recalled rewatching the movies some time in university, like ironically. Because several of her roommates had a similar experience with Twilight, cultural phenomenon and such. They all made it sound like it was so tragic, so embarrassing when they were making the rewatch plans while bonding. And maybe it was, but they got into making fresh popcorn and drinking wine together like Olivia Pope, and turned off the lights. There were a few jokes during the marathon, especially at some of the lines, and the CGI baby, but mostly they all fell into their younger selves and watched, absorbed.

Elise was again falling into her younger self, not only the Twilight sleep watching, but the sixteen year old absorption with staring at Harry Styles' face.

Admittedly, he had a nice face, and, well it was different when he was sleeping in bed next to you after a long night's sleep after a long day's fucking.

Her thighs were sore, her eyes soft, and her smile irrepressible.

As content as she felt, her stomach gnawed at her. Without her consent, it made an all mighty demand to be fed.

Elise would have been embarrassed if Harry heard, thankfully he was asleep.

Until, without opening his eyes, he said. "You are a noisy little thing. Stomach growling, throaty moans, all those demands."

Her face grew hot. She was mortified. She supposed she had been moany, she really thought it was just that she was breathing loud. There was an offended little part of her that wanted to remind him that he had not been a silent Stanley himself. Elise had bitten her lip as much as she could. The noises just, well, came out. It had never felt like that before.

She'd had a terrifyibg thought during that it never would again. And with Harry's criticism now she assumed it wouldn't be. Her body was shrinking away and she felt the chill on her bare shoulders all of the sudden. How could she get up and escape quickly? His arm shot out and wrapped around her shoulders and brought her into the nook where his arm met his torso. His other hand rubbed her belly. She tensed up at the sensation and he cracked an eye to regard her. Her lip bite didn't seem to worry him, because he rubbed his own stomach and frowned.

"Did we eat yesterday?" He laughed. "Besides each other." He looked down at her and he had managed to get both eyes open barely, like he'd had to stick a toothpick to hold up his heavy eyelids.

"Um," she gestured to his side table which was now littered with the take out containers they had fallen upon like hyenas at 3 pm when they realized their use of his morning wood had extended long into the afternoon.

The call was made and they'd showered together, Elise having the taste of him in her mouth before she dove into the agadashi tofu he'd ordered her. She liked both flavors.

He'd liked the way she tasted too, and most of the evening hours were spent exploring which parts he liked the most.

They had only eaten the one meal, large though it was.

"Ah!" He grinned at her. "I remember, though my stomach does not." He nuzzled her neck. "I remember other things."

He was right, she was noisy.

He kissed her neck, right below her ear, but 2 inches from the money spot and groaned. "I should feed you. But I never want to leave this bed."

Her smile was really irrepressible. "I've never had room service, but it sounds so dreamy right now."

"You've never had room service?" He'd sat up to peer down at her.

"Well," this was a little embarrassing. "I've only stayed in one hotel that had it, and we were there for an event." His concert, her cheeks were blazing and she was avoiding eye contact. "And my friend's dad apparently hates hotel breakfast, thinks it's totally overpriced."

"All room service is overpriced. You're paying to stay in bed and be fed."

"I'm assuming you've had room service."

"I've had so much of it that it doesn't sound appealing, even now. But! I have an idea. Stay here." He kissed the tip of her nose and she wondered if he'd be so causally affectionate, like a boyfriend, a good one, for the remaining 4 days. She didn't let herself think beyond. He was off the bed and naked through the door. She could hear his Bambi legs on the stairs and the oof when he hit the blue table in the hallway he's placed and yet somehow always missed before she realized he was leaving her.

She faffed about for a while and was just about done messing with her phone. It had now officially gotten weird that she was still naked. Elise totally understood why people got up and put on clothes after sex even when they didn't need to leave. She was feeling very vulnerable when the door inched open at first and then hit the wall. Where the hell had the tray come from? Oh, he'd repurposed a tea tray. Made sense, he drank very little tea in her concentrated experience.

"I don't have the silver globes," he said by way of apology, " but..." He put the tray in the center of the bed and sat down carefully, poured her a coffee and grinned. "Bon appetit."

"What a feast!" Elsie teased as he uncovered toast and jam, pats of butter and beans. Her face screwed up.

"What would you like, Elise?" God, he didn't use her name that often, they were the only two people in the house, if he was talking, and no phone was pressed to his head, he was talking to her.

She thought she may call for him more often, maybe he'd mirror her behavior. She'd laze about in her room trying not to make a nuisance of herself, or in her feelings, or hungover that one time. Something would rouse her, and she'd set out to find him. Call his name down the halls until he answered and they were together, to get up to whatever adventure he had planned for them to wait out their time together.

Did their time table change now?

Now that they were figuratively and literally shacking up.

She thought she'd said his name a fair amount when they had their deep discussion two nights past. He'd said her name, she thought.

He'd said her name quiet a bit last night. Into her ear, her neck, in a low throaty way, through moans and mewls.

"You with me?" He said as he casually kissed her forehead.

She suppressed the head shake she wanted to do. Must have spaced out. Elise saw he'd loaded up his own toast with the beans and could not push down her reaction to that.

"Ewwww." Slipped out.

He rolled his eyes. "Listen, every American I know hates this breakfast and then swallows bean burritos whole. This is the original version. And these beans are tastier."

"I sincerely doubt those ketchups things taste better than Rosarito." She countered and finally got some jam on her bread. Maybe she was too hungry to eat.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He took a bite of the offending item.

Did she explain it? "It's a brand. You know Americans like to call everything by the most famous brand name. It's a brand of beans."

"Oh like calling all fizzy drinks Coke?" He said as politely as possible over a chew.

Elise frowned. "That's a southern thing." She cast it away with her hand.

He laughed. "Listen, don't knock it until you try it. Beans on toast may be the only thing all Englishmen agree on, at the moment, politically."

"I'm fairly certain, there have to be some sane people on this island who don't eat that." She took another bite.

"You have to try it before you can talk shit about it."

"Why would I? Looks grody!" Her voice rose an octave.

"What is grody? That's not a word."

"It's in Valley Girl." She answered his expression. "A great movie with amazing slang."

"Oooh watchlist?" She nodded and he put down the toast and messed with his phone long enough to type it in. "Now then, how can I convince you to try this?"

"You can't, I don't want to try that." She shook her head after a swallow.

"What about bribery?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"What with? There is no where to go and you've been pretty generous with me. I think I've had everything you have to offer." Her eyes lashes kissed her cheek quickly twice. Was she flirting? Wow she'd gotten confident.

"Hmmm," he thought over a bite. "I could bake you bread."

"Don't say it."

He made the most ridiculous face, "I used to be a baker, you know."

"You are ridiculous. Not too tempting, Styles."

"Give you custody of the remote?" His huh-huh eyebrows made her smile.

"We like the same things!" She reminded him.

"Play you some music?"

That one stopped her, his music? "Alright, you are getting warmer."

He flashed his eyebrows and dimples. Then snapped his fingers after he a put on pensive expression. "I've got it!"

"Hit me with you best shot!"

"Sexual favors!" He danced his brows at her even more outrageously. So silly and still sexy and she swallowed her very dry toast. How'd he do that?

"What?" Her mouth was dry.

"Sexual favors." He leaned into her hair and whispered. "I could do that thing you really liked yesterday."

"Which thing? I really liked all of it yesterday."

"I can probably do all of it then." He leaned forward to and offered his mouth, then the toast.

"Can I eat the beans after?" She took one, the kiss, not bite.

"Yeah." He dropped the toast on the platter.

The beans weren't half bad,even cold, totally worth it.

"So, now we have to wait for the bread to prove." He flicked his hands together and leaned forward. "Call me back when you're going in the oven, Jeff! Thanks for the tutorial!"

Harry turned around to her where she sat on the counter swinging her bare legs. She liked running around in just his shirt. Earlier, when they were getting dressed, he'd thrown it at her when she'd insisted on some covering.

Elise had reversed course the moment her feet hit the hardwood of his stairs and while he followed her. "Nope!" She'd giggled. She was very giggly today and pleasantly sore. She sighed every time her muscles stretched a little. She felt a bit like she did after Harry's workout. Though this time walking was decidedly easier and she smiled, not grimaced, over the tightness of her much used muscles.

"Where are you going? We need to get this bread going. Jeff's about to call." He was kind of pouting. She really wanted to lean forward and bite his bottom lip where it jutted. Served him right for it sticking out like that.

Were they at that stage? Was casual, compulsive affection ok? Before she resolved that huge question, her body was obeying her impulse.

His eyes widened when she pulled back and they just stared for a minute. "Um," she cleared her throat and looked down. She was still a little sweaty from their last round, how was she half way ready again? Maybe all that time he had put into it yesterday just carried over? "It's cold, I think I need more clothes than this."

"Uh-uh! Absolutely not!"

She put her hand on her hip and cocked it to the side. "You can't tell me what to wear." She said, and it did sound more challenging and less teenage rebellion than it could have. Might have been a stronger stance if she had a stitch on.

"Valid." Harry nodded. "But, there is a way around the cold. I'll turn up the heating and we can stay naked!" He grinned at her, cartoon villain with a plan. It was a good plan though.

"O-k, is it safe to cook naked?" She asked and then she hugged her eyes at him. "Also, Jeff is going to call, he'll see you."

"Nothing he hasn't seen before." Harry shrugged.

What was the right response to that? Did she have him backpedal and explain? She'd really though they had just played up his penchant for nudity when he was younger. Maybe not. No wonder she'd caught him in a towel a time of two before the horizontal mambo section of quarantine.

"What if he sees me naked?" Hand still on hip.

He stopped the little way he was wiggling her to the door like she was a heavy armoire. "Umm, ok." And he went to the closet and grabbed the button up she now had on. It was a little sheer, but not overly so and she'd stayed off camera anyways. Harry being mostly naked had kinda of thrown off Jeff as it was.

"Harry? Are you just in an apron?" He'd put the apron on with a flourish when they had reached the kitchen earlier. She'd probably never forget that little display.

"Well, I can turn around and you can surmise from that!" He'd made a dance style cross legged turn and then again and she'd covered her mouth to suppress her giggle. Harry had been pretty joyous through this whole experience, but freshly fucked Harry was so cheeky. Which was what he called himself as he revolved back around to see Jeff. Then winked.

She could see his worn out expression just from his tone of voice. "Where is your houseguest? Elise was it?"

Harry flicked his eyes over to her and then down to where her shirt buttons began and ended. He snatched his eyes back to his video call and shrugged. "She's around somewhere."

"Won't she mind if you are naked in the kitchen?" Jeff sighed more than said.

"Would anyone mind if I was naked in the kitchen making them fresh bread, Jerome?" He grinned at her and mimicked his earlier posture. Sassy and cheeky. Were those the same thing? "Isn't this the stuff of fan fiction?"

"Stay off Wattpad." His phone call companion commanded. She wondered if he was covering his eyes and squeezing his nose. It sounded like he was. Elise nearly leaned forward to check.

"Please, I'm an A03 man. Now then, send me pictures of how well your bread grows. Call you back after I've proved mine!" He hit the red button, she assumed.

"You read fan fiction?" That was slightly terrifying. Honestly, and she didn't read it or write it, but something about Harry doing that made her feel naked. More naked than being underneath him not so long ago. Or I'm just a shirt in his kitchen right now.

"Nah, I mean, a couple, mostly tongue in cheek." He looked at her wryly. "But I'm aware of it." The dawning look of mischief took his face and he said. "Do you?"

"Huh?" He'd started unbuttoning her shirt. It was a quick job. He placed a kiss between her breast, at her belly button, lower. "The floor is hard, Harry. Your knees."

"Hard Harry huh?" She felt his laugh. "Floors not the only thing. Now, do you?"

He was right, the raised lip of the island was literally rock as well. "What?" Why were they having a conversation, with words?

"Do you write fanfiction?" He punctuated with a lick.

"No!" She swizzled.

"Read?" Another question mark.

"Not really." She exhaled.

"Damn, I was hoping you could tell me if I'm living up to my rep." He then proceeded to beat every scene she had ever read. Hands down. Or up, because he used his hands too. She was shaking in minutes. She had forgotten his question in all the rapture. "So?" He'd turned her around and was bending her forward over the island. She glanced at the proofing timer. They were unlikely to be interrupted on this first, longer proof.

When he pushed in all the way, the thrust pushed out her verdict, "Exceeding!"

"Good!" Exclamation point. Period. Exclamation point. "Now, we have 30 minutes, think we can beat the buzzer?" He didn't actually require an answer. Instead he gave an illustration as he fucked her silly over his sink.

They definitely beat the buzzer. Though they were still too exhausted to move until it came out. 

The shower afterwards loosened her muscles and unglued them. Her stomach growled again in the shower.

"I seem to be starving you." He drowned while rinsing his hair.

"You fed me quite well up until recently."

"Other appetites became more pressing." He smirked at her.

"Don't look at me like that." She raised one eyebrow. "Now feed me!"

The bread was delicious. His loaf had risen more than Jeff's and you would think that directly correlated to cock size the way Harry crowed about it. They were essentially making a very late lunch of the loaf and cheese and had adopted French accents to go along with their continental spread. Harry's accent was somehow worse. Since he spoke French, and had had a French girlfriend, Elise had been laughing at him continuously. It didn't occur to her that he was doing it on purpose to see her giggle until he said, "I really like the way your cheeks go that color when you laugh!" He'd leaned forward and each Apple.

It had been hours since their kitchen tryst so she expected maybe he wanted to do it again. She was amenable to the idea, though her 'fanny,' as her roommate called it, was already wailing in protest. Instead, he'd just kept eating bread and sounding like the chef in The Little Mermaid. Elise assumes Harry had only naked plans for the rest of the day and was waiting to be kissed. He had other ideas she soon found out.

"Get on my back!" He'd pointed over his shoulder and crouched down for her to hop on after they finished the whole loaf.

"What?" She balked. Where were they going. She didn't want to ride his back up the stairs. Seemed dangerous.

"Cmon, Elise." He smiled over his shoulder. "I'll give you a piggy back ride to the media room. We need to make a dent in Friends if we are gonna finish before the end of quarantine." He looked so cute she almost missed what he said. It dawned on her like sundown a moment later.

Her smiled dropped, but luckily he had turned around to where he couldn't see her face.

It had been a wonderful day, but, well, why did they have to finish before quarantine? What else ended in three days?