After the guys went to sleep on Tuesday, I stayed downstairs a little while longer to work on transcribing some interviews for P&W. Of course, as always with boring work-related stuff, that led to me messing around on the Internet. Which led to me discovering a YouTube user who uploaded all her favorite movies. Which led to me somehow watching Tangled at 1 in the morning in a tank top and PJ shorts.
I was so caught up in the lantern festival scene (goose bumps every time, I’m telling you) that I barely noticed the sound of the refrigerator opening and closing behind me, or the sound of approaching footsteps.
“Hello,” Harry greeted me, plopping heavily down on the couch next to me.
“Hi,” I replied absentmindedly, eyes trained on my laptop screen. No, Rapunzel! Flynn’s not actually leaving! Don’t believe them!
“What are you doing?”
“Work,” I joked. “Obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“I’m watching Tangled.”
“Oh? Mind if I watch with you a bit? Just came down for a midnight snack.”
“Yeah, sure.” I reached towards the table and turned the laptop screen a bit so Harry could see as well. That was when I really looked at him for the first time since he sat down.
Jesus. Christ.
Turns out, Harry was wearing what he slept in – which was, in tonight’s case, nothing except a pair of tight black boxer briefs that really didn’t leave much to the imagination. Every muscle (and tattoo) in his stomach, back, and arms was on visible display – and sitting mere inches away from me.
I closed my mouth and looked away quickly. Attempting to clear my throat to hide my red cheeks, I stammered on, “So, uh, ha-have you seen this movie before?”
“Yeah, my sister made me watch it with her. Oh man, this is the best part.”
Hilariously, Harry ended up even more enthralled by the movie than I was. He sat on the edge of his seat with his elbows propped on his knees, shoveling yogurt into his mouth every so often. Sometimes he would make a funny side comment or snicker. But mostly, we watched in comfortable silence.
When the movie ended, Harry swallowed the last spoonful of his snack. He looked over at me with a dimpled grin. “That was good.”
“What, your yogurt or the movie?”
“Both. The ending is my favorite.”
“I know; it’s so cute! I love Flynn.”
“I liked when he said that he asked Rapunzel to marry her like a million times before she said yes. You know why I liked it?”
I smiled politely, trying not to stare at his abs. “Why?”
“It reminds me of me,” he shrugged, still smirking cockily at me. “And you. And how I’m pretty sure you’re going to say yes to me one day.”
My heart thudded violently in my chest. “What are you talking about? You never asked me to marry you.” I attempted a lighthearted chortle, but all that came out was a nervous wheeze (real attractive). I thought I had an idea of what might be coming, but I tried not to think about it.
“Come on, Jen. You know what I mean.”
Silence.
“Look… I want to be with you.”
You mean ‘sleep’, I thought sardonically. I might be a Tangled fan, but I didn’t exactly go through life with a Disney princess fairy-tale mentality. I knew guys. I knew Harry wasn’t going to drop everything and actually be in a real relationship with me. And I knew that sometimes guys say things they don’t mean or can’t possibly follow through with. It was just… life.
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Hard to Handle (A 1D Story)
Fiksi PenggemarThrough luck and connections, jobless Jennifer is hired as the temp handler for One Direction while they're in LA. But living with and playing assistant 24/7 for five guys her age isn't as easy as she expected. Through hangouts, hookups, and handlin...
