Honestly.

Chapter 8: No Weirdness

Harry's Perspective

We sat on my bed with all the food we ordered spread out on my bed. We exchanged embarrassing stories from our childhood and hearing her laugh just made me feel better.

I couldn't believe he had hurt her that easily. She had finally stopped crying for a good hour, so I felt accomplished. Her face was still slightly red, making her hazel eyes so bright, and even though her make up was all over the place, she was a perfect little mess to me.

"So you mean to tell me you prefer barbecue wings over buffalo?"

She nodded quickly, "Yes, it's just more in my flavor profile."

"Weird."

"So is your face yet I don't say anything about it."

I threw a pepperoni at her and she surprisingly caught it in her mouth. My eyes widened and I tilted my head in praise at her.

"Your talent comes in many forms I see."

"I'm a triple threat of my own accord."

She raised an eyebrow at me and laughed while biting into her pizza. The girl could eat, and it was amusing to me. Between her and I, we finished a large pizza and a ten piece order of wings.

"I can't believe we actually finished all of that! I appreciate a girl who can eat."

"This definitely is not an everyday thing, but between the emotions and the alcohol, this felt appropriate."

She got up, and began picking up the bed, "As if I already haven't taken up a lot of your space, do you mind if I stay the night? I know by now, Ingrid has probably already told Des what happened, and I just can't deal with that tonight."

I swallowed hard at the idea of having her in my home overnight, and I felt my eyebrow furrow. She noticed and quickly backtracked, "You don't have to say yes Harry, I'm a big girl, I can go home. It's fine."

"No, M, it's not that. It's fine, you can stay really."

I smiled getting up and helping her clean up the bed area.

"You can sleep here, and I'll sleep on the couch. No arguments about it."

"Mmm, king size bed, plenty of pillows, no fight here."

I rolled my eyes at her, "Such a pleasant guest."

"An amazing guest."

We walked to the kitchen and she helped me wash the dishes as I broke down the boxes placing them in the recycling bin.

It felt so interesting sharing a moment like this with her. I watched as she stretched her tiny frame up to put away a plate. Her bum looked so perfect in my pants, that the instant I had the urge to walk over and hug her from behind I had to look away.

I ran my fingers through my hair and made myself busy cleaning the counter even though it didn't need to be cleaned.

I looked up as she walked over and leaned forward on the counter, "May I shower? Pretty sure I smell like tequila and pizza."

I leaned over and pretended to smell her, "Yeah, you may need to rinse and repeat."

"You're getting smart Harold, I don't know if I like this."

"What? Thought you were the only witty one?"

"I don't think, I know, I think I'm just rubbing off on you."

I laughed and rolled my eyes, "I'll never win this battle."

I nodded for her to follow me into the bedroom and master bath. I went to turn on the shower and she was eyeing the bath.