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Ninety Four

Aubrey Hart

Jade, Louis, and Zayn moved into their new house a few days ago.

We've been helping them out since Jade and Zayn were the ones who went to my house and the loft to grab everything Harry and I needed to bring here. We owed them. It's also kept us busy for a little while, which has been nice considering everything we're still trying to recover from.

Now, they're fully moved in, so they've decided to have us all over.

Zayn wanted to cook something for us, but he's still trying to figure out how exactly to work all of the kitchen appliances, so they decided to just have us over for drinks instead.

One of the biggest things I've noticed about our location change is the change in temperature. We're farther north, meaning it's much colder up here than it would be in California. Despite it being April and early springtime, I can't be caught dead outside without sleeves and pants.

Harry likes to assure me that it isn't very cold, thinking he's making a statement by going against the grain and wearing short sleeves. All that does is make me call him crazy, but he keeps on wearing the hell out of every short-sleeved shirt he owns.

Today, I'm in baggy blue boyfriend jeans, a tucked-in mocha-colored scoop neck tank top, an open oversized green corduroy button-up with pockets in the front, and some white Nike Air Force Ones. I have my hair in a low bun secured with a claw clip to keep it out of my way, a few hairs being left out of the style to frame my face.

I adjust the very light winged liner I penciled onto my eyes with the simple brush of my pinkie, putting the pencil into my makeup bag once I'm finished and turning to look at Harry as he sits on the closed toilet seat beside the counter.

He loves to sit and talk to me while I get ready. It's adorable.

"Are they even?" I question, closing my eyes and allowing him to observe the look of my makeup, needing to make sure the wings look okay.

I feel him get closer to me once he comes to his feet, leaning in to get a good look before speaking against my face, "I think so, yeah."

I nod and quickly peck his lips since I feel him close to me, backing away from him and actually opening my eyes after doing it. I see the grin on his face with the action, the rise of heat to his cheeks making my heart melt.

I've always been easy to make blush, and I feel like that's somehow really rubbing off on him.

The same thing happens with certain mannerisms of each other's. He bounces his foot on the ground a lot and twists the rings on his fingers like I always have, and I have a tendency to brush the bottom of my nose or hold onto my bottom lip while talking because of him. We also accidentally say each other's usual phrases from time to time, which normally ends in a bit of a joking call-out.

He takes in my outfit once I've backed away as I do the same to his. We're both very casual today since we aren't going out in public, but still dressed nicer than usual since we're going to a friend's house. He has on comfortable black pants, white vans, and a tight-fitting white t-shirt with the name of a record label printed on the front.

My eyes focus on the music-related shirt, sucking in a breath at the way it's snug to his muscular frame and paying attention to the print on the white fabric. I point it out to him, furrowing my brows in question.

"Where'd you get this?" My eyes flick up to his.

He glances down at the shirt himself, gaining a look of realization before bashfully meeting my gaze, "I've gone thrift shopping with Ruby a few times. We went to a pricier store once, and I found this. It looks kind of tight. Should I change? Does it look weird?"