William x Henry

Chapter 8

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Alright hi guys- I just want to say I'm switching the writing in the story to first person and present time. It's just easier for me to write which will make the story better for you guys! Thanks for reading! (Also, still focusing on willy)
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I growl at Henry, who actually tries to growl back at me. It's kind of cute to watch.... No- no it's not. He's just an annoying short man. And this annoying short dude thinks I'm possessed. Hilarious.

"'Human orange'? Are you trying to insult my hair color?" Henry furrows his brow. I giggle at him and he blushes. Blushes...? Why would he be doing that? I smirk, getting an idea. I take a step closer and run my fingertips softly across his cheek. Every inch of skin I touch burns like fire in an instant. Now why is that happening? Henry does have emotions. How much of those emotions are showing other then embarrassment right now?

He suddenly melts into my hand and I'm really holding his face rather than stroking it. Has he been wanting this? He's blushing so much and it really look so cute with his freckles. I scrunch up my face. No. No way. Not cute. His skin is warm against the cold of mine. He's still living, unlike me. Suddenly, I feel my own face heat up ever so slightly. What? Why am I blushing?

Henry is looking right at me, like he wants something. A weird tugging feeling pulls at my heart. He really is cute. I can't deny it anymore. His hair moves slightly in between my fingers. It's so soft.. he's soft. His cheek is soft, his gaze is soft, his hair is soft, his blush is soft... I can hear the glitch in my head hissing at me. He knows something is up and he doesn't like it.

Henry leans towards me a little bit, looking at my mouth. I jerk my hand back and take three long strides backward. His eyes widen with hurt and I act like that wasn't my intention. I grab some brandy glasses from around the living room and hold them in my arms. "I'm gonna clean this place up." I say, continuing to pick up more glasses. Henry watches me walk around the room with a sad expression on his face. After I have grabbed as many glasses as I can carry, I walk around until I find the kitchen. The kitchen was also a mess. Trash all around the counters from chip bags and frozen food boxes. The frozen food disturbs me. I love to cook and frankly I find it offensive to see that he's been eating these things. I'll have to cook him something nice tonight...

I go to the sink and start to wash the dishes. The sink has a layer of grime in it so I start by scrubbing that off before searching for a clean sponge in the cabinets. I hear Henry walk to the kitchen doorway and stop, probably leaning on the door frame and watching me. I wash all the dishes and the brandy glasses while feeling his gaze on me. Walking to the cabinets after I'm done washing the dishes, I notice that nothing is organized. That's a problem. I guess I'm gonna be fixing Henry's entire house today.

I glance back at Henry. "You don't have to stand there. I'm going to be cleaning for a while." He smiles softly and nods before walking off. Taking one glance around the kitchen, I get to work.

After about twelve hours, it's dark out and I'm still cleaning. I glance at the time and see it's four in the morning. Lovely. The early morning hours are the best time of day. Henry went to bed long before now, but not before trying to convince me to sleep too. I'm determined to clean his house before I've been here for forty-eight hours.

I'd searched the cabinets and managed to find enough stuff to make spaghetti for dinner. Henry had seemed to enjoy it. I really hope he did; cooking is something I'm really sensitive about. I spun around in the kitchen. Everything is neatly organized and all the dishes are sparkling clean. Pride swells up inside of me. Kitchen is done, now all I have is the bedroom, living room, and bathroom left.
⚠️next chapter takes place later the next day once he's done cleaning.⚠️