One Plus One

Chapter Eleven

I was holding the cup of coke just inches away from my mouth, staring intently at the action that was taking place on the TV screen. Even though I'd seen the film before and I knew what was coming, my heart still picked up the pace. My hold on the cup tightened as the imminent moment was about to happen. Just as it did, two hands gripped me. I jumped violently, screaming. The coke in my cup made a leap for freedom onto my shirt soaking right through to the skin.

Harry's loud laugh rippled through the living room. I picked up one of the pillows and whacked him with it repeatedly.

"That was not funny!"

"It was, you should have seen your face!" he managed to say in between laughing.

I continued to whack Harry. He slid down onto his back, raising his arms to deflect the impact. Harry then took hold of the pillow, yanking it from my grasp and throwing it to one side. He took hold of me around my lower back and pulled me on top of him. Our warm bodies pressed together. I could feel the contours of his abs through his thin t-shirt. He rolled us over onto our sides and began to tickle me. I squealed at his touch. Clearly enjoying my reaction, he decided not to let up. He tickled me until our faces ended up within centimetres of each other, our noses almost touching.

Our laughter slowly died down as we held each others gaze. The knot of nerves I had previously felt was no longer a knot. It was a basketball. The sound of my heartbeat was in my ears. The film was forgotten about as I got lost in Harry's emeralds. His long fingers moved my stray locks from my shoulder, the warmth of his hand then cupping my chin, tilting it towards his lips. The kiss Harry placed upon mine sweet and delicate, the feeling lingering as he pulled away for a second. I smiled as he leant in again, Harry kissing my smile.

"I think you need to change." Harry whispered, tugging at my wet shirt.

*****

I'd just pulled up my shorts as Harry's bedroom door swung open.

"A second earlier, and you would have caught me."

"Damn."

I laughed as I watched Harry's eyes wander down my body, lingering on my bum. I knew my shorts were revealing just a tiny bit of it.

"You arse looks amazing in those shorts."

"You know, I'm beginning to think that's the only reason you talk to me." I teased.

"Of course it is." he smirked.

"See you shouldn't have told me that, you won't be getting near it from now on."

Harry bit his lip, trying to stifle his growing smile. He moved out of the doorway allowing me past but I couldn't hear his footsteps following me.

"I know you're looking, Harry. You can look but you can't touch."

HARRY'S POV

There was a slight wiggle to her bum as she walked down my hallway and disappeared into my living room. My feet carried me on the same path as she had previously taken, not wanting to miss anything that she did. Marlie was different to all the others girls. She managed to be insanely cute yet she held a darker edge to her. Marlie wouldn't let me get my own way easily. I liked that, it made things fun for me.

I could tell I was wearing her walls down. Each time she saw me, she was loosening up. Contrary to what people thought about me, it wasn't my intention to get her into bed with me. Previously, that was what it was all about, but this time it was different.

Once I was back in the living room, Marlie's back was to me, her long, dark hair falling fowards over her shoulders, curtaining the sides of her face. I glanced beside her, noticing that the lid to my box of photos was on the table. I neared her, her pretty face was shielded from me by her hair. It was only when I pushed it back I could see the beautiful smile gracing her lips as she flicked through my photos.