*Henry’s POV*
Have you ever had a craving for some random food? Or had a song stuck in your head that you just wanted to sing over and over again? That was Ollie. I don’t think he left my mind. It was Friday, there were a million parties going on, school was insane, and my bets friend came out of the closet, I had a science project due on Monday, and all could think about was Ollie’s surprise.
Yes-I’d planned a surprise for him. For no reason.
I was at home and Ollie hadn’t yet arrived. All the stuff was in my room, and I wondered briefly if I had an alternative motive other then just helping out a friend? I remembered leaning forward to kiss flour from his nose, the way his breathing had become uneven…
*Flash Back*
When I woke up and stumbled into the kitchen, I found Ollie fully dressed and making waffles with my younger brothers. My brothers both looked ecstatic, as if Ollie was the puppy they’ve always dreamed our parents would bring home. He reminded me more of a kitten.
“What the-” I started, wondering how this came about
“It’s a revenge breakfast Henry” He grinned big at me, happiness sparkling in his large green eyes.
“Ollie taught us how to use the waffle iron!” Chris shouted gleefully.
“Don’t worry about the mess either-I’ll clean it up, I swear” He ruffles Deacons hair.
I kept staring with wide eye‘s, completely awestruck. Why was my heart beating so fast? “Yeah of course”
“Those are yours” he tells me, pointing with a wooden spoon.
“Mhm. Chris, Deacon? Go to the living room for a moment” the boys exchange a look and scamper off.
I look at Ollie like I‘ve never seen him before. Maybe I haven’t. his scruffy dark hair is shiny and soft, his lips pink and alluring.
“Umm? Am I in trouble? I was just trying to-” Ollie bumps against the counter, mistaking my expression for angry or resentful. What I feel is hungry though-and not for the poorly made pancakes.
“You’re wearing my moms apron” I point out.
“I-I’ll wash it?” he suggests, biting his bottom lip, making me want to bite it.
“Ollie?” I ask, stepping closer. He gulps, making me feel warm
“Yes?” he asks, looking away shyly. I place my hands on his shoulders.
“Hold still” I order. He finally looks at me, our faces inches away. My breathing hitches.
I lean in slowly, seeing the flour coloring his nose. that’s when I realize what I‘m doing and have a mini heart attack, stopping myself just in time. Well-sort of. I do end up kissing his nose, but at least I have an excuse “You had flour on your face”
His face is bright red “Okay… thanks. I better start cleaning”
“I’ll help” I reply, embarrassed. Neither of us look at each other
*Flash back over*
I blink, returning to my surroundings. My palms feel sweaty, so I wipe them on my pants. What’s wrong with me? Ollie had done something to my head. I go to my room and pull the butterfly clip from it’s hiding spot. Smile. Remember how supple his hair was to the touch.
