The Strings Being Pulled

Ch 25

Liza's POV

Fuck my arms are dead. I get why earplugs were needed, like holy shit is one shot loud. Well, I guess it's obvious they are loud but I think I underestimated it.

...I just realized something, Mr Demon said his answer to my question on the difference between loving and liking was an indirect confession. THAT WAS 2 WEEKS AGO! How the hell is he acting like normal? He answered my question so casually and now he isn't bothered that I know.

I am burning up, great. Thank sweet mother nature he is showering or else he'd know I'm a lovely tomato. Just take the phone and scroll as if I am not thinking about anything. Perfect strategy, am I right?

Is it obvious romance has never worked for me? I've never kissed anyone other than Mr Demon and my longest relationship was one and a half month just because it was back in middle school where hormones were like a wild life and everyone was dumb. My other relationships ended in less than a month because Cassandra and my other 'friend' who I forgot the name of talked shit about me to everyone.

Good old times, is my life better now? I can use a gun to blast off heads now so I think yes. Besides, I got an arsonist by my side.

"Hey." Harry says while coming out of the bathroom.
"Hey, Mr Demon." I reply without looking at him.
"Anything wrong, you're red." he asks.
"No..." I lie.

I was thinking about my old school life just to get my mind off the fact he acts normal even though he confessed to me two weeks ago and acts normal about it. I'm here secretly freaking out, his voice just had to give me flashbacks of that kiss.

"Lying?" he questions without making it sound like a question.
"Nope." I answer, trying to hide my redness.
"That's the second one." he states.
"You're lying!" I reply.
"And you're red." he responds.

Stupid flashbacks.

Shit, I feel like I'm stuck in an oven with the heat at max. Why must sweet nature do this to me? Fucking great, how did I end up like this? I haven't even looked at him and I'm red in just one minute.

"I'm just curious more on the girl you love." I switch the subject.
"What about her?" he asks.
"How you catched feelings for her." I answer.
"Mind coming here first?" he asks.
"Uh, sure?" I reply.

I get out of my bed and walk up to him, he's right by the wall. I have no idea what I'm expecting but I feel something hold my hand firmly when I get close to him.

"It started around 5 - 6 months ago, at first it was just a strong desire to be close to her, but then that desire developed into loving her, simple as that." Harry says making his hold on my hand firmer.
"But what if she didn't feel the same?" I ask.
"That's fine with me, I still wanna be by her side." he answers in a genuine loving tone. "Really, I enjoy her company."
"Where do you get this confidence?" I question. "You don't seem worried on all the things that can go wrong."

He smirks, holding my hand even firmer. The eye contact is burning my mind up, I'll be cremated before my death. My eyes accidentally go to his lips and I can't make eye contact again. I'm too embarrassed for that.

Harry tightens his hold on my hand and his other hand goes to my chin grabbing it and he tilts my head up. Back to eye contact and I can't even move now, I feel frozen while burning up the same time.

"Body language can tell you a lot." he answers.
"A-and you have no doubt when reading it?" I question.
"Why should I? If I'm wrong then that's that." he replies. "However, reading body language never failed me."

He stares at me, it's hard to read him. I can't tell if he's holding me like this while keeping eye contact to tease me or because he wants to. Either way, I feel like I'm gonna explode from how I'm burning up. Harry stares at me for a while, there's a smile on his face the entire time he is staring right through me.

"You haven't moved at all." he states, I just realized how close her faces are.
"Hot." I accidentally mumble.
"Hm?" he raises an eyebrow.
"I didn't say anything!" I yell flustered.
"But I never said you did." he replies.
"Fuck." I respond.

Harry heard exactly what I said. The smirk is making it fucking obvious. Why can't I just think straight?

"You're adorable." he smiles.
"No, I'm hot." I reply.
"Both is accurate." he responds.

My eyes goes to his lips again, what is wrong with me? I look back at his eyes again. They're dark green but look really pretty...they are glowing too and I don't know why.

"I love you too." I whisper and it feels right, wait what? It feels right though...

Harry kisses me, on the lips and it catches me of guard. Soft and gentle but it's also filled with feelings. He's still holding my hand and his other hand is on my waist.

I melt into it, my body completely relaxed. It's a familiar feeling, I said I love him too when I've just had these feelings for a month but it feels just right. I'm not gonna question it and just enjoy this moment.

After a good while, he pulls away but still holding me. His ears, they are a little red but his expression is calm. I smile, I feel very happy for some reason.

"So you do?" he asks.
"Mhm." I answer. "Thanks..."
"That makes me glad to hear." he says softly. "Taking a risk payed off." he sighs.
"Risk?" I ask.
"Although I'm confident with my ability to read people through body language and some psychology, I still was worried on making you uncomfortable." he answers.
"Well you successfully didn't make me uncomfortable." I state.

So those words felt right? Damn, it was something I just said without thinking but it honestly doesn't feel bad. It feels just right to say it.

Harry sighs and lets go off my waist but not my hand that is a bit sweaty. His thumb starts to rub my palm. It feels comforting, like a safe space.

"That's good." he states.
"Anyways, what is relationship status now?" I ask, gotta ask the important questions.
"Whatever you feel comfortable with." he shrugs.
"Then we're enemies." I reply. "Because I'm an angel and you're a demon."
"You're more of a tomato than an angel." he responds.
"Well I'm hot atleast." I reply.
"That's true but what about a few moments ago?" he smirks.
"Ok, let's not talk about that." I respond.

Harry smiles and pulls me closer to him. He lets go of my hand wraps both arms around me in an embrace. I melt into it, it's a nice feeling getting hugged.

"Don't rush, just tell me if you're uncomfortable." he whispers.
"I will." I nod. "You're the only person who really makes me feel safe, thanks."
"I should thank you too." he rubs my back. "You're precious."
"And you're Mr Demon." I reply. "Aka my boyfriend now."
"You said that you'd never say that to me, now the tables have turned." he states.

I seal my mouth to avoid saying 'fucking bastard' to avoid him turning me into a tomato again. Can you blame me?

"I feel like eating something now." I state.
"Like what?" he asks.
"Chicken nuggets!" I answer.
"Alright, let's go." he smiles.

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What is your love language?

Mine is words of affirmation but physical touch comes very close after that

Future me here, I actually really like this chapter, it's cute, actually for as much shit I give myself, I think past me was good at writing Harry and Liza's dynamic incredibly well. It's natural, sweet, fluffy and my heart just melts.