When we arrived at Harry's home, I started to laugh.. I honestly didn't believe he lived in this large of a house... I think you could call it a mansion, in this case?
Absolutely amazing. The man definitely has stacks! I'm sat in his kitchen right now, him and his cook are making tacos, for a late, a very late dinner. It had to about midnight?
I rubbed over my face with a small yawn, a squeak coming out at the end. Something I inherited from Alyssa, she does the exact same thing when she yawns. Harry shot me a silly, confused look. Chuckling shortly after that.
Harry's cook was quite nice, actually. She kept talking about me, though... It kept making Harry look back at me, with sparkling eyes. Currently, I'm attempting to listen in on one of those secret conversations.
I was failing miserably, I'm shit at hearing. I'd say I'm deaf, but Alyssa and I say we're blind, instead of death. Her and I are a weird pair. I miss my best friend, and its only been 2 hours since I've seen her!
A while later, the food's done. These are the best tacos that I've ever seen, holy shit.
Harry took a seat beside me and looked over at me. Grinning softly at me as I took my first bite.
I let out a fairly quiet moan, these are soooo good, I thought.
Harry then chuckled and raised a brow, high. I shook my head at him with a smile.
"Is it good? S'my special recipe!" He smiled widely, like he held the recipe with all of his pride and joy.
"Jesus, Harry, I don't usually use that name, but, Harry. These are amazing! I literally have to pack some for lunch tomorrow, Lyss will go absolutely mental."
He grinned and shook his head. "You can take whatever you want."
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Currently, I was about to explode, because I had 4 of Harry's tacos. He's gone to get me some of his PJ pants and a shirt of his, for me to put on. Just on cue, Harry walked in, plaid pajama pants on and absolutely no shirt.
I literally had to stop myself for drooling.
He handed me a shirt and some plaid pants like his, running a hand through his hair as he let out a yawn.
"Meet me in my room, after you've changed, love. I'll set up Netflix."
I nodded and trudged into his large restroom, looking at the marble floors and counter, wow.
After I finished changing, I found my way to Harry's bedroom, he's laying on the bed, hand behind his head. His other working on finding a movie. He clicked on a scary movie. Mentally groaning.
"Come lay down, babe. Scary movies must scare you, right?" He looked up at me, a smirk on his features.
