I unlock the door.
"Welcome." I gesture him to go in first.
"This place is pretty." He looks around.
Thankfully Me and Penelope cleaned up before we left for work.
I turn to shut the door and hang my bag on the rack.
When I turn around, Harry is standing too close to me. My chest touching his. I look taller, thanks to my pumps. I tilt my head back to look at his face.
His hand slowly reaches towards my face and he leans forward. He cups my left cheek and kisses me, softly. I wrap my arms around his waist.
He then breaks the kiss and kisses me again and again and again.
Every time he breaks it, I beg for more. He smiles on my lips and I feel it. His tongue tastes like mint.
He knows I needed this. His hand moves down and hold the nape of my neck. He plants a soft kiss just below my right ear lobe and I hiss. He comes back and kisses me on the lips one more time. The uninterrupted Six second kiss. I still have my hands wrapped around his waist and I don't wanna let go.
"Do you have something to eat? I'm famished." He whispers on my lips.
I loosen my grip and let my hands fall to my sides. Harry takes steps back while still looking me in the eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.
It almost felt like it was going the way I thought it was going. He's teasing me.
I shake my head.
"Do you want me to make you a sandwich?" I remove my heels.
I'm not used to wearing heels for the entire day like Nellie. That girl can literally sleep in her heels.
I awkwardly walk into the kitchen.
"You alright?" Asks Harry, frowning.
"Yeah. Those shoes are new. They haven't really adjusted to my feet yet so..yeah." I shrug.
"It's all right. You can sit. I'll make both of us some sandwiches." He grins, standing next to me.
"Oh no. You don't have to do that. It'll take only a couple of minutes."
Ugh now I feel like a dwarf. He so tall :')
"Exactly, so you should sit down."
"Really, Harry I'm fine and I'm still trying to figure this place out. I don't even know where half of the things are. It might take more than a couple of minutes ."
"Um Okay." He traces circles on the counter with his index finger.
He hops on his toes and sits on the kitchen counter.
"Then I guess I'll just have to watch you make them." He grins.
I blush a little and turn my face away from him. I open the fridge and take out the bread, the chicken slices and veggies.
"You want pickled onions?" I ask as I take the bread slices out.
"No. No onions please." He's still smiling.
I remember when he first did that, I had whipped cream on my nose. I wonder what is it now.
I nod.
"You want mustard?" I hold up the mustard bottle.
"Just a little bit."
"And mayonnaise?"
"Nope."
"You want something to drink with it? Coke or Pepsi or anything?"
"Do you have beer?"
"Err.." I open the fridge door and look for a can of beer.
"I think we did but Liam drank it all...you want 7Up or Sprite?"
