All My Love

Chapter 6

"Come pick me up and let's go get food before I work and then you can just pick me up from work tonight." I say, then look up at the ceiling. I shiver from being wet with the ceiling fan on and he sighs in my ear.

"I would but Michael planned a double date without asking and so I guess I'm going on a date tonight." Harry tells me and my lips part open, wanting to say something but I stop myself. "You should still come over before work though." He adds and I collect myself, nodding at him through the phone.

"Yeah, cool. I'll finish getting ready and then I'll be over." I tell him and push some wet hair behind my ear.

"Alright. The door will be unlocked." I hear some shuffling on the other end of the phone and from the tone of his voice, it sounds like he's struggling.

"What are you doing?" I ask out of curiosity and he chuckles.

"Trying to piss."

"Ew. That's my cue to leave, bye." I say quickly and he laughs, saying his goodbye.

•••

I walk into Harry's apartment, looking around at the cleanliness of the place. Still weirds me out that two guys can be this clean, wouldn't doubt it though if they secretly get a maid to clean it for them.

I walk to the kitchen, setting my purse and work visor down on the glass circular table where they eat. I bring my hands up to my ponytail, tightening the hair tie when I turn around and see Michael walking up in a Led Zeppelin shirt and new hair.

"I'm surprised your hair hasn't fallen out." I say in a laugh, obviously joking and he flips me off while he stares down at his phone. "So you have a date tonight?"

"Yeah, after months of trying to get her to go out with me she finally agreed." Michael says like he's out of breath, passing me. I turn, keeping my eyes on him as he bends over, almost falling into the refrigerator.

"Where'd you meet her?" I ask when suddenly a hand covers my mouth, causing my heart to fall out of my butt while Michael tells me about this girl.

Straightaway I know it's Harry when he wraps his right arm around my stomach, holding me up against him. His lips end up on my neck a couple times but he flings away from me when Michael finally stands up straight. I swear there's never a moment where Harry's not risking us being caught. It's like he gets off on the thrill of it.

When Michael turns around holding a closed tupperware of what looks like spaghetti, he ignores the fact that Harry's now in here and continues on rambling on about a girl. His back is towards us now and Harry takes my hand, pulling me out of the kitchen quietly.

"That's rude, I was listening to him." I whisper at a half naked Harry following him to his room. He looks back at me in a smile, shaking his head before looking behind me and putting me up against the wall. I look back towards the kitchen and then into Harry's eyes.

"Really? Then what was he just saying?" He asks, knowing I have no idea what Michael was just saying because of the distraction.

"Shut up." I say, holding back a smile and push at his chest which only causes him to laugh and continue to his room.

The smell of his room never fails to make my insides stir, a mixture of cologne, mint, and just the smell of Harry. It smells just like him and I plop down on his bed, falling back as I savor the scent.