THIRD PERSON'S POV.
The soft, golden light of Saturday morning spilled through the half-open curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Orion slowly opened his eyes, feeling the gentle weight of Harro still pressed against him. Harro's arm was draped lazily over his waist, fingers lightly resting on Orion's side, as if he was afraid to let go. Orion's heart warmed at the intimacy of it all — this quiet closeness after so much chaos.
He took a deep breath, savoring the moment. The world outside was probably still waking up, but here, in this corner of their home, everything felt peaceful. Orion reached out and softly brushed Harro's hair, running his fingers through the strands that were slightly tousled from sleep.
"Good morning, baby." Orion whispered, voice low and tender.
Harro stirred, a small smile curling on his lips as he opened his eyes. "Morning, babe." he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. His eyes flickered open, gazing into Orion's with that familiar warmth, a look that said he was grateful to be here, now, with him.
Orion felt a flutter in his chest. After everything they'd been through recently—the PR crisis, their relationship almost being outed, the stress— it was moments like these that reminded him what mattered most. Just being with Harro, safe and loved, was enough to make everything else feel distant.
Orion hesitated for a second, then softly asked, "Ready for some coffee and breakfast?"
Harro's eyes suddenly twinkled mischievously as he say up on the bed. "I'll help. Let's make a proper breakfast. I want something fancy." he said making Orion chuckle.
They both got out of bed, stretching and yawning, and headed to the kitchen. Harro was the better cook obviously, but Orion insisted on chopping the fruits and setting the table, eager to be involved. The air was filled with the scent of frying eggs and fresh coffee, a simple, perfect beginning to their weekend.
As they sat at the table, sharing a relaxed breakfast, Orion looked around at the messy large and yet cozy kitchen, he felt a surge of gratitude. It was these small moments — the laughter, the quiet touches, the shared glances — that made everything worthwhile. They talked about their plans for the weekend, about little things that made Harro smile, he's still on the talk of them getting married soon.
Later, it was time for lunch. Orion volunteered to make them lunch, he was able to whip up some pasta and salmon, pouring some non-alcoholic wine into glasses. After lunch, they sat on the couch, lazily snacking and joking, letting the hours drift by. The house was filled with a gentle, comfortable hum — the kind of quiet that only comes when two people truly relax, free from worry.
After a while of scrolling through their phones, they decided to watch a movie. It was Orion's turn to pick a movie. He did—a light-hearted comedy he thought would make them laugh. Harro sat close, eyes narrowing skeptically at the screen.
"You sure about this one?" Harro teased, a playful smirk on his face. "Are you really sure this is what you want us to watch?"
Orion grinned, nudging him. "Come on, it'll be fun trust me."
Harro shook his head, still smiling. "Alright, but I'm warning you, I won't go easy on you if this movie sucks." And he kept his promise as they watched the movie.
They threw playful jabs at each other, Harro teased Orion about cringy lines and over-the-top acting. Orion laughed so hard he almost cried, and Harro's laughter was genuine and easy. For a while, all the worries and stress seemed to melt away — just two people, sharing a moment of simple joy.
Later in the evening, they got ready for dinner with Athena and Azalea. The girls were back in town so they wanted to go on a dinner date. The evening was lively — full of stories, laughter, and good food. Harro watched Orion's face light up the whole time as Azalea told funny tales of their childhood shenanigans, and he felt a deep sense of happiness knowing that Orion was truly happy.
When they finally returned home, the night was calm and inviting. Orion flicked on the lights, and they changed into comfortable clothes after a quick shower, sinking into the softness of their bed. The warmth inside their bedroom contrasted with the cool night outside, wrapping around them like a blanket.
Orion was cuddling Harro on the bed as they talked about their day, then his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He reached over, curious, and saw the caller ID. His eyes widened slightly— his heart skipped a beat wondering if something bad had happened again.
"It's me," came Chairman Stone's brisk voice through the line. Orion froze for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"I know it's you, father," Orion replied, voice light but with a trace of amusement. "I checked the caller ID before picking up the call."
He heard his father hum quietly, a brief pause that felt almost awkward. Orion's brow furrowed. Well, this is definitely awkward, he thought. It wasn't every day his father called at this hour, and certainly not for a casual chat. He's usually a straight forward person when it came to phone calls.
"Um… father? Are you there?" Orion asked after a silence stretched too long.
"Yes, I'm here." his father responded, clearing his throat. "So… um, how are you doing?"
Orion hesitated, then glanced at the clock. His mind raced with questions. Did his father actually want something, or was this just some weird, awkward attempt at small talk? He checked the caller ID again — yes, still his father. He was actually concerned about Orion's well-being? That was unexpected.
"I… I'm alright," Orion said, voice steady but with a hint of curiosity.
"Oh… that's good," his father said, sounding unsure, almost hesitant. "If you have some time tomorrow, come over for dinner. Good night." Without waiting for a reply, the line went dead.
Orion stared at the phone, stunned. His mind was a jumble of emotions — confusion, curiosity, maybe even a little hope. He sat back against the headboard, still holding the phone, feeling the faint echo of his father's words. That had been...strange. Unexpected for sure.
Harro, lying nearby, shifted and looked over with a curious expression. "Okay, other than the fact that—that was the most awkward conversation I've ever heard between a father and his son," he said softly, a teasing tone in his voice, "what do you think he really wanted?"
Orion blinked, then smiled softly. "I guess...my father simply just wanted to invite us to dinner tomorrow."
Harro hummed thoughtfully, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. "Interesting. I'd love to go."
Orion raised an eyebrow, amused. "You would love to go over for dinner?"
Harro smirked, leaning closer. "Yes, I'd love to go over for dinner. Your father is extending an olive branch, we should take it."
Orion shook his head, a mixture of fondness and amusement. "You tell me to play nice with my father, but I don't see you playing nice with him."
"This is me playing nice, babe." Harro said with a cheeky grin, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes.
Orion chuckled, leaning into the pillow and wrapping his arms around Harro, feeling the warmth of his partner's body against his. "Alright, Mr. Nice Guy. Let's go to sleep." He pressed a gentle kiss to Harro's head. "Good night, baby," he whispered softly, feeling the familiar flutter of love in his chest.
They cuddled close, the world outside fading away as they slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep — together, safe, and utterly happy. The quiet hum of the house, the gentle rhythm of their breathing, became the soundtrack of their night, a perfect end to a day filled with love, laughter, and hope for what tomorrow might bring.