The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 42

If you don't know the song Eva is playing, it's "more than I can say" by Leo Sayer...it's a favourite, I love it xxx

Leo Sayer, Harry and coffee.

I couldn't think of a better way to start my day.

I was in the kitchen, making us both some coffee while Harry's in the shower, singing and swaying my hips to the music I had blaring through my apartment.

'Oh oh, yea, yea. I love you more than I can say, I love you twice as much as tomorrow, oh love you more than I can say'

"More than I can say...." I half hummed along, stirring my coffee, Harry's T-shirt I was wearing brushing against my thighs as I moved.

The room was bright from the sun beaming in the loungeroom window, some of the walls catching the colours of the new yellow and peach cushions I bought.

I pulled the spoon out of Harry's mug, bringing it to my lips and tasting it...he'll want more sugar.

'I miss you every single day, why must my life be filled with sorrow, oh love you more than I can say'

"Oh oh, yea, yea" I sang, spinning on my feet and swaying my head.

"Ya know Ev?" I heard Harry yell out from my bedroom.

Spinning back around, picking up our mugs I walked towards my room to see what he wants.

I walked in, the curtains were open, making the room just as bright as the kitchen, and my bed was made, he must have done it before his shower.

He was standing with his back to me looking in the cupboard, a towel wrapped low around his hips while he had another in his hand and drying his hair.

His shoulder muscles flexing and I had to force myself to look away before I jumped on him, I went and placed our drinks on the bedside table and sprawled myself down on the bed, laying on my side and placing my elbow on the bed to rest my head in my hand.

I could still hear the music, it was just quieter in here, but the muffled words were echoing through.

'Oh, don't you know I need you so, so tell me please I gotta know, do you mean to make my cry, am I just another guy'

Harry turned to face me, walking over to the bed with a dress shirt in his hand and dropping it over my hip instead of behind me on the bed and smirking to himself over it.

Leaning down he quickly kissed my forehead before grabbing his coffee and taking a sip.

"Ya know" He started again, liking some foam from his top lip "you see all this shit in movies about relationships, but they never tell you how much extra fucking washing you'll have"

"What'd you mean?" I laughed.

"I haven't seen you wear your own fucking clothes since the first night you stayed at mine" he snickered "I've got like double washing"

I cackled at how serious he was trying to be "You always welcome to wear my clothes if you want, to make it even"

"Oh yeah, that'll help" he laughed, turning to walk back over to the cupboard and rummaging through it.

He's not actually...

"Ya think I'd look good in this one" he chuckled, turning around with my worn-in vintage beetles shirt I hardly wear anymore unless it's around the house.

I shrugged, playing along "I'd fuck ya in it"

"You'd fuck me in anything" He laughed shaking his head before bringing his arms up and surprising me when he actually threw it over his head.