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Chapter 19

Maela's Point of view

Two weeks later . . .

"Hey! What did I say about about your feet?" I shouted at Harry who had his feet up on my coffee table, his shoes still on.

He glanced at me from the living room as I stirred my bowl of kimchi saimin, too lazy to make dinner tonight.

"Cut me some slack, long day at the office. Besides, there's been dirtier things on this table," he sends me a cheeky smile along with a wink and I shudder lightly, blushing at his words. He's still looking at me as I look down and I sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear shyly.

Before I know it, arms snake around my waist and his lips attach to the base of my neck, a soft sigh already falling from my lips. He combs my hair back and places his chin on my shoulder, holding me close while I absentmindedly continue to stir my noodles around.

"Mmm, don't you need to go home to Arendia?" I ask softly, a question that I've continously asked him ever since he's been to my house at night. Which has been every night for the past two weeks.

He hides his face in my neck and I bite my lip extremely hard, his touch setting fire to my flesh.

"Oh Harry.." I whisper, and he smiles against my skin.

"I'd miss you if I left," he murmurs and for a moment I roll my eyes, nudging him lightly.

"What a cheesy liar," I groan and he let's out a laugh, holding me tighter once again.

"Hey, I'm not lying," he says and I sigh, nodding.

"Well, in my case I know I would miss you," I mutter, dropping my chopsticks in my bowl. Suddenly he's turning me around and leaning back, my back towards the noodles and pressed against the cool granite counter.

"Good, now, what do you wanna do tonight?" He asks me, raising an eyebrow as he slowly let's me go, rummaging through my fridge. I take a good chunk of noodles onto my chopsticks and bring it to my lips, swallowing and hissing at the hotness. Harry glances at me with a smirk and I purse my lips together, rolling my eyes at his amusement.

"I'm too damn lazy for anything Harry.." I murmur, shoveling another batch of noodles into my mouth when he pops a soda can open, sipping on Pepsi.

"Come on, let's go out and do something wild tonight, it's Friday!" He exclaims taking my hand as he chugs the rest of his can down, then tosses it to the side in a hurry. A deep frown sets onto my lips and I groan, watching as he grabs his coat along with mines. My keys are the only things that make it into my hands before I'm being dragged out my own door, the wooden thing slamming behind me.

"Harry-"

"Please, please please pleaseeee," he whines like a child, and I sigh, his desperation digging into my skin.

"Okay, oh fucking kay," I grumble, watching as a wide grin spreads across his face and we both run down the stairs, and straight into Harry's car.

He pulls out of the visitors parking stall and zooms out of there, his hand still managing to latch around my hand over the stick shift.

I let out a shaky sigh, attempting to look unamused but really I'm slightly ecstatic to do something crazy today.

"So.. where are we headed?" I ask softly, feeling slightly uneasy, but the tingling in my stomach grows giddy.

Suddenly we are heading down a certain street, my eyes seeing a typical grocery store with a young looking man pushing carts into a certain area. I blink and glance at the time, seeing that it is nearly ten and the guy is obviously closing up the store.