Poppy/H.S

Chapter 44

"So, care to teach me some essential phrases in Slovak?" The man, whose sweetness keeps taking me by surprise, asks me while he's putting the car back in drive after having stopped at a red light.

"What would you like to know, sweet boy?" I raise my eyebrows at him, failing to hide the smile that's been tattooed on my lips since I woke up next to him in the morning.

"You're the teacher, ma'am," he jokes, "I'll take whatever I can get."

"Is that because you want to impress my brother?" I ask him cheekily, biting my lower lip as I keep gazing at him, loving the sight of him behind the wheel.

"Well, yeah, but I also want to impress my beautiful girlfriend, whom I ľúbim ťa very much," he says flirtatiously, the inseparable pair of words I've once let slip out of my mouth, making my heart beat faster.

I repeat the love confession back to him, leaning across the console before I kiss his cheek, and I can't help but smile when I see his cheeks turning rosy.

I love the way we still get shy around each other despite already having kissed multiple times. We still haven't made love to each other, which I think is what keeps a breeze of mystery in the air.

"Please, just don't tell him you love him because this Slovak phrase is specifically reserved for me only," I warn him, which makes him giggle as he nods his head, making it a deal.

"How do I say hello to him?" He wonders, and even though he's trying to play it cool, I can sense just how nervous he actually is by the speed of his chest going up and down in irregularly fast intervals.

"You can just say Ahoj," I tell him the Slovak translation, embracing my natural accent.

"Isn't that what pirates say?" He bursts into laughter, probably thinking I'm making fun of him, when in reality, I'm dead serious.

"Stop making fun of my mother tongue," I scold him, laughing at his joke, "It's not my fault we say hello like that!"

"Now I understand why you moved to England," he points out, the corners of his lips twitching.

"Why?" I ask him with my risen eyebrows, curious about what he's come up with now.

"Has someone stolen your pirate treasure?" He laughs sarcastically, proud of the joke he's just thought of.

"Dickhead," I cackle, trying to fight laughter, but I fail miserably after a few seconds, laughing out loud, "But yeah, you're right. I found my treasure here," I turn to look at him, watching his eyes sparkle.

"Finally it's not just me who's being cheesy as fuck," he concludes, and I can't help but giggle at the unexpected reaction of his, "You're my treasure, too," he adds, smiling at me sweetly.

"Ďakujem," I target another one of the most common words at him, still smiling at our cute interaction, "Means thank you," I add, explain him the situation when he can use some of the new vocabulary he's just learned.

"Mhm, I think I'll remember that," he nods his head, repeating the word over and over again, muttering it under his breath, "Is that the right way to pronounce it?" He asks me just in case after having repeated the word for at least ten times.

"Of course, you're pronouncing it right; you've got the best teacher you could ask for," I say jokingly, attempting to sound a little narcissistic before I compliment him in all seriousness, "You're doing great so far, I mean it, H."

"Ďakujem," he thanks me in Slovak, making me blush when I realise he's trying to learn all the new words just for me.

We've only been dating for a short time, but I feel like time doesn't play a role when it comes to me and Harry. We're getting serious really fast, and it's the little things like this which make me realise how much we actually mean to each other.