I shifted around the kitchen, despite Harry's protests, and made us both breakfast. I decided on bagels —because that was all I had— with a side of orange juice.
"I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I make the best bagels." I grin, setting down the two plates while Harry grabbed the glasses of juice.
Harry looked at me slightly amused, "I guess I'll be the judge of that."
I gestured to the dish below, awaiting as he bit into the bagel. He purposely took his time as he pondered with each bite.
"That is the best buttered bagel I've ever had."
A chuckle escaped us both at his genuine but exaggerated reaction.
"And the juice? Is that to your liking?"
I'm not sure why but making juice for other people always caused me an unnecessary amount of anxiety.
Harry's hums while lifting the glass to his lips, and took a generous gulp.
"Dais, it's amazing. I can't ever get it right, It's always too strong or too weak. But this-" he points to the glass, "it's perfect. And I'm not just saying this."
As I look into his emerald eyes I can tell his words are true. He was not saying this to simply make me feel at ease, but because he found it true. Despite this, I couldn't help the nagging thought of him lying to me.
Why do I have to be so insecure.
"I uh.. I made it myself."
Harry rose his brows in surprise.
"I mean.. I made the bagels from scratch- not the butter of course and the uh, oranges. I grew the oranges- well, actually Bernie did but you know what I mean."
"Is that something you find yourself wanting?"
"I've always liked the thought of having my own little garden where I can grow strawberries for cakes and tomatoes for sandwiches. 
"Imagine having tea with your partner every mid morning. Planting each other's favourite flowers and giving one another bouquets."
As I stopped my ramble, I dared to look up. Harry was already looking at me as I met his gaze. His emerald green eyes twinkled with a look I couldn't quite put a finger on.
The corners of his lips curved into a shy smile. "Can I join you?" 
I was partly shocked by Harry's request. Nevertheless, like it was an automatic response, I nodded.
"As long as you promise not to break my heart."
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"Daisy, you're a life saver, honestly."
The morning passed too quickly for my liking. 
Harry and I basked in the bubble we had created together. Enjoying our breakfast with a bit of chatter and laughter. As the morning progressed, Harry had an urgent meeting he had to attend. He kissed me goodbye before rushing out the door.
It wasn't till long that Kellie rung my home telephone, pleading for me to meet her at her home. I quickly got dressed, a baby blue cute 'Curious George' baby tee with white linen pants and white flat shoes.
I now sit in the dining room of Kellie and Donald's large home. Kellie sat opposite me with a cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other. I, however, stayed with the safer option of water.
"It's no problem, Kellie." 
I handed over each neat and organised file to Kellie, allowing her to proofread everything I did. 
Luckily, she agreed with it all.
"Are you excited for your wedding?" 
Kellie immediately grinned at my question, nodding her head profusely. 
"Of course! It's only a week away."
As I said a while ago, Kellie wanted her wedding more than anything. She didn't want to wait a year or more, she wanted it soon as possible.
"Did you find a date?" She rose a brow, a smug and teasing expression.
I roll my eyes, "You'll just have to wait and see."
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I did not have a date.
And I was now panicking. 
Donald and Kellie's wedding was in less than a week and I struggled to find a date. More specifically, how to ask.
I was currently stood in the giraffe's area, trying to recite the imaginary script. As I spoke aloud, I was given a funny look by Jerry — who was currently my target audience.
"I don't know, Jer! Help a girl out, how would you like to be asked to a wedding?"
Jerry simply stared at me as I waved around his food in exaggeration of my words.
"Food huh? You'd say yes if I bribed you with food?"
I took him licking his lips as a 'Yes' before giving him the lettuce I held.
I was on my way to Bernadette's cottage after work, stopping by the local pastry shop and ordered two hot chocolates and a croissant. 
I gnawed at my bottom lip as I drew closer to the cottage. Already, I could see Harry pacing back and forth in the front garden as he spoke into his phone.
Upon seeing my arrival, he sent a quick smile in my direction before averting his attention to the caller. I couldn't catch a clue as to who it was before he hung up in a hurry.
"Daisy love, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see you." 
He rose his brows at my nervous and fidgety self.
"I was wondering, if you would like to accompany me.. Kellie and Donald, as you know, are getting married and I don't have a date. So-"
I was cut off from my rambling speech when Harry stepped closer. He rested both his palms on either side of my face, a small and soft smile appearing.
"I would love to accompany you."
Relief surged through me at his words. A weight had been lifted.
"You would?" My eyes flickered between his, dazedly.
He nodded. Drawing our bodies more closely, I feared he'd squish our pastries.
"I got you a hot chocolate and a croissant." I looked down at the bag in-between our chests.
"You want to come inside? Bernie's out so it's only me and the clang." 
I laugh, nodding my head before he took hold on my hand and lead us inside. As soon as my foot entered the home, I was bombarded by the happy licks of Duke and Adore.
Duke and Adore followed both Harry and me into the kitchen as I set down the paper bag. They seemed bored as I begin telling Harry about his photography job.
Not only will Harry accompany me but he will be the photographer at Donald and Kellies wedding. Of course, I was able to find another but I wanted Harry to be the one taking the more personal photos.