Peaches 'n Cream {h.s.}

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When I exited my room and walked into the kitchen I didn't expect to see a smiling Harry leaning against the liquor bottled crowded counter. His dimple was poking out; his hair was pulled back from his face and tucked behind his ear; his elbow propped up helping him keep his balance while also allowing me to have a full view of his tattoos. There were so many but they didn't seem to be matching in style other than that they were all black and white; I liked that about them; they were back and white like how classic tattoos used to be.

Harry had a classic handsome way about him. Tall; lean but had a right amount of muscles; bright eyes that kept your attention; a dimple that make your own smile pop out; pink lips that stretched into a warm smile easily. Even though in this moment his eyes were tired with slight bags underneath; his lips chapped; and smile weak; he still looked just as handsome.

"Here ya go Janey." Kate strolled over to me with a glass of water and two pills in her hands.

I nodded at her lazily as thank you and walked over to where Harry was. I took in his features again stealthily and looked away; feeling stupid for having such a big crush on him; I hadn't had a proper "crush" since senior year of high school and this guy helped me get a book off a high shelf in the library. To be honest; I probably only had a crush on him because he was nice to me; that's how it always is for me.

"Some party last night." Harry commented, a small smile playing on his face.

"You can say that again." I looked up at him and gave a small smile in return.

"Some party last night." He repeated, his smile growing bigger.

I chuckled at his poor joke; giving him a side glance and another small smile. This was easy; talking to him like it was nothing; he made it seem like nothing; effortless more like it. We didn't continue the conversation due to our crippling headaches; focusing on Kate spreading butter and apricot jam on the stack of toast she had prepared for us as a hangover cure.

"Who's the cereal for?" I asked Kate pointing to the two bowls on the counter and quickly regretted speaking because my throat felt like it had somehow been through a meat processor.

"Shit!" Kate shouted causing Harry and I to wince. "Sorry. They were for us, but I left them for too long and now they're soggy."

"Oh I'll have them." Harry suggested, getting up from his leaning position and grasped the two bowls in his hands.

"But they're soggy?" Kate questioned wearily, say exactly what I was thinking.

"I don't know, I, um, quite like it like that." Harry's comfortable demeanour shifted into shy bashfulness at releasing that odd personal fact.

"Well if you want to come and join us humans over here," Kate mocked light heartedly, "we'll be over here having some five star grade toast."

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"Why aren't you guys working?" Harry asked interrupting the comfortable silence between the three of us as we ate our breakfast. "It is Monday."

The three of us were sitting comfortably on the sofa; Harry with his bowls of soggy cereal; and Kate and I with our piles of "five star grade" butter and apricot jammed toast. We must've looked amusing; Kate looking so awake and energised - having always been a morning person - and Harry and I looking like we hadn't ever seen the sun before.

"Jenna, our boss, gave us the day off 'cause she knew this party animal" Kate nudged my shoulder playfully, "wouldn't be able to keep her hands off the booze."

"I am not a party animal. I just went overboard last night." My voice came out hoarse and I quickly reached for my glass of water that was in front of my feet on the floor.