Feeling it out

Verdict

"Hey Lima!" I say excitedly, when Harry and I come back inside. I give him a hug, and he looks between the Harry and I a little confusedly, then pulls his face together. The way they're interacting tells me they made up a long time ago, too. Liam gives Harry a hug. I never thought I'd see the day.

"Hey! Glad you came" he replies, speaking to both of us. "How's the water? Nice enough for a swim after we eat?" He asks, walking towards the back deck. Harry and I both nod. He tells us pizza should be here in a half hour and we should smoke a joint in the meantime. That sounds perfect. We file out onto the deck again. Zayn is still out here in the same chair he's been in. That boot is a real bummer. I feel bad for him.

I sit on the bench swing, in front of the lounge chair that Liam sat on. Niall is still puttering around in the kitchen. My stomach explodes with butterflies as Harry strolls up to me, smiling shyly.

"Can I sit here?" He asks. He flashes the toothy, dimply smile that he does, when he's trying to get something out of someone. He knows he's going to get it before he asks. That's how he wins every time.

"For sure" I say as smoothly as possible, moving over a bit and stopping the swing so it doesn't kick his legs out from under him.

Liam tells us about his drive in. He sat in traffic for an hour, so he can't wait to start drinking. I ask why we aren't drunk already. We're on vacation. He shrugs and agrees, yelling for Niall to bring some beers out. When he does, he looks at Harry and I on the swing and tries to hide a giggle.

Niall hands a beer to each of us. I shift a little, to sit up better, and my knee brushes Harry's thigh accidentally. He doesn't react at all. When I stop moving, he shifts slightly as well, while opening his beer. His knee touches my thigh this time. I can't believe it's happening and I savor the warmth for every millisecond I can get.

He doesn't move it though. Not even after Liam looks at it obviously, and then at us, curiously. Harry passes me the joint and I take it from him. His finger tips touch mine, and electricity surges through me. I think I even gasp a little. I hit the joint and press my leg ever-so-slightly further into his knee, letting him know that I want him there. He presses just the tiniest bit back. I try to contain my smile but I'm not sure it's working.

We pass the joint around in a circle, while we all catch up. When the pizza arrives, Harry stays sitting next to me. After he stands up to take the two plates of pizza from Niall, he puts his knee right back where it was purposely, and smiles when he hands me mine. Something is definitely going on here.

"I'll go get the fire started. Come help me, Ni" Liam says, a while after we all finish eating. Harry and I haven't moved much. We both feel a little stiff, I think, but neither of us wants to move. Zayn went to lay down inside a little while ago.

"Gonna go put something warmer on. Getting cold" I say, not wanting to stop our leg flirting, but the sun is almost all of the way down and I'm still not wearing a shirt. I stand up, and the entirety of my left leg is burning from the absence of his body heat. He looks disappointed?

"Probably a good idea" he says. He smiles warmly at me. I return the kind look, but tilt my head to the side, giving a questioning glance. His smile widens and he rolls his eyes playfully. I head inside to the bedroom. Zayn is on the couch watching Breaking Bad. It's even colder in here than it is outside.

I get a big hoodie out of my duffel, and a pair of black sweatpants. My heart accelerates when I hear footsteps approaching. I'm facing away from the bedroom door and looking out the window, while changing over my bed, when I hear the footsteps stop, then the door closes behind me. I look over my shoulder, and there he is, looking like a whole entire snack. He starts ruffling through his bag, and pulls out his own warm clothes.