Lover (H.S)

Chapter 7: Thursday

The rest of Wednesday evening had been fine. Harry and Cornelia drove around for a while again. Of course, it was Cornelia driving this time. She then finally dropped him off in front of his flat, and they parted ways with a hug. So, hugging was a thing now.

When Harry finally made it to his flat, he found Niall waiting in the living room. Niall rolled his eyes, "Welcome home, dickhead."

Harry chuckled, "What's with the hostility?"

Niall threw a shoe at him, "I'll tell you what's with the hostility. I'm hungry, and you're late and you're now required to make me food."

Harry cursed, "Shit, sorry. I went to a diner with Cornelia. Lost track of time, I guess."

Niall raised an eyebrow, "With Cornelia, you say?"

Harry nodded as he made his way to the kitchen, "Yeah. We first went to the library for research and then just got some food. No big deal."

Niall scoffed as Harry started making something for him to eat, "No big deal? You do proper like her, mate."

Harry sighed, "I don't even want to think about that. It's of no use, mate. She'll never reciprocate my feelings. Not that I have feelings for her or anything."

Niall just chuckled, "Sure, you don't."

Harry was really not in the mood to argue, so that was an effective end to the conversation. In the next few hours, Niall ate whatever Harry made him, the two of them watched a footie match that was on the telly and then Harry went to sleep early. He did have a long day ahead of him the next day.

He woke up fairly early on Thursday. He didn't really have any important classes on Thursdays, considering Wednesdays were absolute nightmares. So, he was just going to stay home. Of course, he did have that annoying political science paper to write. Speaking of that, he pulled out his phone and sent a text to Cornelia before making breakfast.

When and where do we start working on writing the damned paper?

The response came in within minutes.

Oh, you texted! I don't know; should I come over?

I mean, you did give me your number... I'm not going to email you when I have your number, Cornelia.

Alright, alright. Kids these days. Back in my day, everybody used emails.

Harry laughed to himself, shaking his head at her antics. Cornelia was really fucking weird, and he was really fucking endeared.

Okay, grandma. Can you come over by yourself or do you need a cane to walk?

Don't be silly, Haz. I'm not going to be walking. I'll be driving :)

Okay, well can you make it fast? We do have to write a 5000-word paper, you know.

We do, but first, you need to chill, mate.

Harry rolled his eyes before responding, even though she couldn't see him.

Be here by nine, for god's sake. Do you want toast and eggs?

Sure. See you then.

Harry put away his phone with a smile on his face. For some reason, he was really, really endeared by this girl. And she called him 'Haz' twice now. The nickname induced butterflies in Harry's stomach. It was absurd.

Anyway, Harry went ahead to make toast and eggs for breakfast. Cornelia arrived at his doorstep a little before nine, and he was more than happy to let her in. Niall had already left for college, so it was just the two of them for breakfast this time. It was a rather domestic scene. To Harry's surprise, he liked the feeling of it.