Harry felt his anxiety levels rise as soon as he woke up. He had been feeling anxious about his meet up with Draco the following evening. He just hoped he won't fuck it up and ruin everything he had build up with the blond.
They had met twice and Harry already wanted to make out with him, hold him and date him. He contemplated on standing him up and coming up with a lame excuse later or just go for it, head on.
He cussed as he almost slipped in the bathroom. It would be such a lame way to die like this.
Harry Potter died in a bathroom because he couldn't stop being his gay self.
He rolled his eyes and went through his day, he had a lot of time to think over everything.
He skipped dinner, it was better to stay away from Dudley on a Friday night since he ate up almost everything on the table, sometimes the tissues as well since his eyes are always glued to the T.V. screen.
With a nervous jiggle in his leg, he left the house and walked towards the cafe, taking a small detour to the Florist.
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Draco smiled to himself as he heard the bell jingle, "Hey." He turned to the door, knowing who had entered.
"Hi!" Harry grinned, he was holding a bouquet of lilies and Draco's heart filled with happiness. "Sorry I got late." Harry gave him the bouquet and frowned apologetically, "It's alright. I just finished cleaning up."
Harry nodded, "Thank you for these, they are lovely." Draco gestured to the flowers. Harry could only grin back, kissing his cheek softly with all the bravery he could find.
"Come on in, handsome." Draco laced their hands together, "I hope you're hungry for some dinner."
Harry tightened his grip on his hand and followed him with a small laugh.
The gays sat on the kitchen counter, eating sandwiches and talking to each other. "You're very beautiful." Harry blurted out without thinking just as Draco was taking out ice cream from the freezer.
Draco placed the ice cream next to him and kissed Harry's nose, "Thank you," He whispered.
Harry parted his lips and cleared his throat, "Can I kiss you?" Draco asked, looking at his lips. Harry's answer was to actually kiss him.
Draco stood between his legs, his hands settled on his waist, teasing the bare skin that showed, his lips gliding, soft and teasing. Harry gasped and pulled him closer, his hands trailing through the smooth blond strands.
"The ice cream is melting." Harry whispered as Draco dipped to kiss his jaw and his neck. "Let it." Draco whispered.
He nibbled on his collarbone, "Draco." Harry breathed and pulled back his face to kiss him. "I like you." He whispered and Draco smiled against his lips.
"I like you too." He pulled back and kissed him again.
