A small change in a person is because of a big incident in their lives.
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Elizabeth and Harry with Jennifer and Ben, are taking you into a small part of their lives that are quite life changing for them. A contemporary romance story that revo...
"Come on Ben, we are friends. She was warm and cuddly, so I refused to leave her. If you were in her place I would do the same to you. I like cuddling, specially morning ones", Harry says dismissing Ben's words.
"Same", I mumble.
"Whatever, we are leaving. I have a package coming today", he says looking at Jennie who finished eating, and getting up with the plates to wash. I stop her and take the plates telling her it's fine I can do it. She rushes out when Ben calls her. It's me and Harry only. I don't want to talk about it and make him uncomfortable. So I just do my work. After a while Harry clears his throat, as if telling me to listen. I turn around facing him.
"I actually don't want to talk about it...but it's better to just clear everything now", he says. I just nod. "I can't tell that it was a mistake cause I liked it, I hope the same from you. As I said, I like cuddling so if anyone would be there I would have done it. It's an instinct, I can't help it".
"I liked it too", I say smiling looking in straight in the eyes. Green, like a fog which has set down in a forest full of trees making the colour of the leaves pop. "It's past 9, so why don't we get ready and go to the mart".
"Yup, okay. We'll start off at 9:30", he says. I nod and keep the plates back. Time passed on quick and we were in car driving to the mart.
"Can we stop by the photo studio, I have to get camera films and photo hardcopies", I ask him. He nods and slows down when I tell him the studio. We get down and head in. We are greeted by James, who runs the studio. I ask him my regular camera film and give him a pendrive with the photos we took yesterday to print them out. Harry was looking at the studio photos on the wall. I get my film and wait for the photos.
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"This place looks sick, like the photos are really good. I can sense very professional person behind them", he says looking at the photos.
"Well, the person is professional but they don't want to take up photography", James says scowling at me.
"Maybe they have another passion to succeed in", I say.
"Oh, cut with your bullshit, I've always told you that everyone that visits the studio is mesmerised with the photos, and I feel proud telling them that it was you who took them. But you still have to play hard not getting into it professionally", he says.
"Wait....you took those? I thought you were Arts and Music major!", Harry says amused.
"Photographer doesn't need any majors it's all in the way you look and capture at the correct moment", James says, "and this woman here, has her eye on her surroundings like an Eagle".
"Okay...enough with the talks, go and bring my photos", I tell him letting him go inside. He gives a package which has the photos and I pay him and tell him bye. Me and Harry get in and drive to the mart. He takes a bigger trolley and I take a smaller one. We walk around the whole Target and get our things. I take the whole groceries for both of us and insist that we share them at home. After 30 minutes Harry is getting his things billed which are all pilled up in the trolley. He has many stuff mostly for his room and few snacks. He pays and waits for me. I pay for the groceries and stuff, push my trolley out. Harry opens the trunk of the car and we place all our things inside. We get in and he starts driving. He said he wants an ice cream so we stop by one. I get a strawberry and he gets chocolate chip mint ice-cream. We sit down eating.
"So....photography?, I didn't know you were good at it. You should have taken photography major too", he says eating his ice cream.
"I thought of it, but it clashes with Art lecture. And I've already taken a summer course during high school. So I think that helped me out well.", I say.
"Hmm....interesting. I would love to see your work sometime", he says finished with ice cream. I nod and finish mine too. Harry drives us home and parks in the garage. We get the bags out and pile them in the kitchen. He takes his stuff up for the room, while I segregate the groceries in the fridge and pantry. I am almost done when Harry comes down to drink water.
"I could have helped you", he says looking at the empty bags on the counter.
"It's fine, I set them all in record time.", I tell him waving off my hand in dismissal, "I am going to my room, I have an assignment to do. If you need anything call me or feel free to knock on the door.", I tell him cleaning the counter.
"Sure, I have to study for business too. I'll let you go", he says and takes the stairs.
After cleaning I go back to my room and start with the Music assignment that has to be submitted next weekend. We have to write a poem and then change it into a song by singing it on an instrument. It takes me time with the poem and I am almost done with it, I hear a knock. I shout out a come in and Harry opens the door slightly standing at the doorway.
"Lunch?", he questions. I nod.
"Yup I'll be down in a minute. What do you wanna eat?", I ask him.
"Well.....I cooked so....its almost 3. I was hungry.....and decided to cook....I didn't want to bother you when your working.....so...ya...I cooked", he says stammering on his words.
"Oh, then I'll come right now", I close my book and get up, "What did you cook by the way?", I ask him.
"Umm...rice and beans gravy?", he says questionably.
"Okay", I say and head towards the kitchen, Harry following behind. Everything is set and steaming hot. I sat and couldn't hold back closing my eyes with such an aroma, "It smells so good, I bet it's gonna be tasty too", I say looking at him. I take my first bit and it was so good, I moaned out.
"That's good?", he asks nervously.
"Are you kidding me, this is the best. I think you should cook from today onwards. I make boring pasta everyday that's all. Who taught you this and what can you cook more?", I ask him.
"My mum taught me. I used to stay in the kitchen when I was kid and try cooking with her, so I got hold of everything she cooks now", he says smiling remembering his mom.
"That's so great, so you can cook a lot of things?", he nods, "Hmm...I am impressed, a guy who can cook like his mom. Husband material", I say teasingly. He blushes hard and rubs behind his neck. He does that a lot when he's nervous and blushing. We talk about a lot of things and I eat a second round of plate liking the food too much. He tells me stories about him with his mother in the kitchen and how his sister blew up the kitchen once. It was good to laugh and listen to something happy. Especially with him. But all good things come to an end. It's past 7, we lost track of time. I tell him the lunch was good again and too full to have dinner. He says the same and we head back to our rooms, saying good night. I head straight to bed and lay down. I smile to myself, it was good talking with Harry. I wonder why didn't we talk like this before. I like him.....as a friend. He's good to spend a nice time with. It was a good day too, waking up with his warmth and thinking about him now. I would love to spend time with him more. After all we stay in the same house so we would.
AN:Thank you for reading. If you find any mistakes please do let me know. I would love to know your thoughts through the comments. TPWK 😇
