Just This Once | H.S

Chapter Eight

After that night, I tried to avoid Harry as much as I could. I avoided any sort of contact, I didn't even look at him. He didn't try to talk to me either so at least he knew not to push my boundaries. It'd been a while since we had last communicated, maybe three days or so but I was completely fine with it. Harry had been out of the house most of the time anyways, probably with his fuck buddy or his friends. Trying not to think about the asshole, I decided that it'd be a good idea to make dinner for my parents before they came home. Anne called earlier in the day to inform me about her new job position so I thought I'd surprise her. I glanced around the cupboard and noticed an opened box of spaghetti. Setting a pot full of water on the stove, I put on an apron over my old pink tank top and matching shorts because I tended to be quite messy. I poured a bottle of store-bought tomato sauce into a sauce pan and placed it on the stove to heat up. There wasn't much to do except wait for the water to boil so I scrolled through Twitter, occasionally favouriting or retweeting tweets. Soon enough the water had started to boil so I poured the whole box of spaghetti into it. Once it was done, I mixed it with the sauce and set the spaghetti aside to cool on a plate. Frowning at the pile of dishes that now lay in the sink, I sighed and began to wash them. I froze on the spot when I heard the jingling of keys and the front door opening. My father and Anne weren't going to be home for another hour so that meant it could only be Harry. Loud footsteps made their way towards the kitchen and I instantly began to wash the dishes again, as if I was unfazed by his appearance. I merely glanced at the tall man who had opened the refrigerator door to see if there was anything to his liking in there. He groaned loudly and slammed the door shut causing me to jump slightly.

"Wow, Blake is actually doing something for once," Harry laughed arrogantly. I tried not to say anything and continued to wash the dishes. He sighed and moved slowly towards me. I stood firmly in front of the sink, refusing to move.

"What's wrong babe? Cat got your tongue?" Harry teased, I could almost imagine the smirk on his face and I almost threw a plate at him. Once again, Harry walked towards me until he was so close that I could feel the warmth radiating off of him.

"I would gladly appreciate it if you'd move away from me," I finally said, mostly annoyed with myself for wanting Harry to be closer.

"I don't think you really want that," He whispered into my ear, causing me to involuntary shiver. By now, Harry had turned the water off and was now playing with the ties of my apron. He untied the strings that were tied around my neck and waist, letting the apron drop to the floor. Harry placed two hands on either side of my body and turned me around to face him. I admired his green eyes, looking at them up close for the first time. They were a brilliant green that reminded me of the forest that I always visited from time to time. Harry held my gaze as his long fingers trailed my arms up to my tank top. His cold rings pressed against my skin as he easily slid the straps down.

"You're such a tease, kitten," Harry whispered huskily into my ear.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked bravely, not trusting my voice at first.

"Do you know how badly I want to take you up to my room right now?" He fired back. I almost told him to take me into his arms and carry me there but I refrained. Harry pressed me up against the counter and I could feel his erection pressing up against my core. Suddenly my brain woke up and I realized how comprising the situation was. I was almost shirtless while being pressed up against the counter by my step-brother. I quickly scanned my surroundings to find something that could get me out of this situation and I remembered the spaghetti. My hand inched slowly towards the plate of spaghetti that lay a few centimetres away from me. Harry was too caught up in leaving kisses across my neck. I grabbed a fist full of spaghetti and threw it straight at Harry's face.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Harry screamed loudly, the veins on his neck becoming prominent. I tried to hold in my laughter as the sauce dripped from Harry's hair. The pasta stained his once white shirt and it only causes me to laugh louder. I grabbed a towel and tossed it to the angry man in front of me.

"Kitten, you're going to regret doing that."

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I've been struggling with writers block but I'm here now! Sorry for teasing you in this chapter but I promise in the next few chapters there will be more Blake x Harry intimacy.

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-jasmine