Loving Lars

9. Loving His House

*how I envision the layout of Lars's house. that big empty rectangle is a surprise for a later chapter. if you want to see more layouts/ more details of the rooms go to my insta @maybe.butidk*

It was now Thursday and I had managed to keep my happenings on Tuesday a secret. With thanks to my trusty concealer and foundation. No one suspected a thing. Applying it in the mornings had brought back all the horrid memories of my high school experience though. 

In preparation to go to Lars's house I had a full pamper day, face mask, eyebrows waxed, the lot. I was going to get the girls to come over and help me, but that would imply that I think this is a big deal. Which I don't. 

I picked out my nicest floral dress and I added a smaller cardigan that fit me better instead of my usual oversized ones. My socks were white with kisses and hearts all over that say, "You're cute."

Lars told me to come at 2, so here I was at 1:45. What? I didn't want to be late! Plus the bus times didn't allow me to be on time, only early. 

I hope he doesn't mind me turning up early as I looked a bit odd stood on the side of the road, so I took my chances and knocked on his door. 

His house was not what I expected. It was beyond stunning. It was an old victorian looking house with plants and flowers encasing it. It had a grand porch with a seat swing facing the road. An oak tree stood proudly at the entrance, inviting you in. I couldn't wait to see what the inside look liked.

He opened the door without a top on. His piercings catching my attention. This is not a drill, he is shirtless! This was a strong start to our day. I do hope he covers his very attractive torso when we get started on our project or I won't be able to concentrate.

"Hi! Sorry I'm early this is the only time the bus comes around here." I greeted. 

"You didn't have to get the bus." He stares intensely at me, looking me up and down. I hope he likes my dress. I hadn't forgotten what he said at the carnival.

"What?" I said confused. 

He didn't explain any further, just opening the door wider allowing me to walk in. 

I kick my shoes off at the door because the whole hallway was covered in a luscious carpet. 

To the right of the door there are stairs leading to bedrooms, to the left there is a coat rack and a door. Just next to the door, in a little nook, is a gold, floor length mirror, with a potted plant next to it. There is a grand archway opposite the front door opening out to a living room and in the living room there is another archway that opens out into his kitchen. 

"You have a beautiful home, grumpy" I compliment.

He nods and leads us into the living room but before I can say anything he gently grasps my face in his warm hands.

"How's your face?" He whispers, rubbing his hands along my cheeks. 

"It's fine." I brush off. "How are your hands?"

"I've dealt with worse." Lars quotes me. 

I laugh. 

"Would you like anything?" He points towards the kitchen.

"Who knew you had manners" I tease. 

He lets out a small chuckle.

"But I'm fine, thank you." I answer him.

"I'm going to put a top on-" 

"No!" I interrupt him. 

Oh god, why did I do that?