Are We Friends or Are We More (Editing)

Chapter 9

We get done cleaning half of the house and Harry decides he wants a hug. I can't stop smiling now because of that wonderful but sweaty hug.

"Can one of you lovebirds hand me that can of pop," Lilly says, pointing to the counter.

"Sure," I say, walking toward the kitchen.

"I will get it," Harry yells running to the counter.

I laugh at him and just continue on picking things up in the kitchen.

"I'm going to wash dishes now,"I say, specifically to Lilly because it was suppose to be her turn to wash the dishes today but she never actually does it.

"You sure, I can do that," Harry says, now standing right beside me.

"Harry you've cleaned the bathroom, the living room, and the guest rooms, I think you should at least let me wash the dishes," I say, turning on the water.

"Fine! I will just help you then," He says, grabbing a towel.

It feels like we have been friends forever and I just can't get over the fact that it doesn't feel weird for him being in my house, helping me clean. It feels like I have none him my whole life which is pretty weird to think about considering I was about to fangirl when he got here. He sweeps me off of my feet every time I see him but there is this sudden feeling like I've talked to him before.

"Do you usually clean this much," I ask, now putting soap in the water.

"Nope, only when I bake," He says, smiling.

    "You bake," I ask.

    "Yes," he says, shyly.

I can see his dimples show when he smiles. His dimples! Oh my lord his dimples! Calm down, just be cool. I smile and start handing him the first plate to dry.

"The other boys didn't wanna help," I ask, trying to make conversation.

"No, well Niall kinda stole your friend, Ashlee's, number from your phone so I think he is texting her or something. Liam went to his work out thing-a-ma-burb and Louis went out shopping for things," he explains.

"Oh, great," I say.

"What," he asks, a little concerned.

"If Niall does anything nuts,  Ashlee will go crazy," I say, laughing.

"Oh, well why don't we play that game with her," He asks as I hand him a bowl.

"What game?"

"The Skype thingy."

"That's not a game, it's like a Facetime thing but different," I say trying to explain it to him.

"Oh, okay," Harry says, chuckling.

We got done with the dishes and then we made Lilly pick up her mess in the living room means she didn't help us at all. I log into my computer and click on Skype. I text her on the Skype Chart to see if she wants to talk.

Me: Heyyy, wanna Skype?

Her: Sure, just give me a sec. I am all nasty because I'm sick and stuff.

Me: Okay just let me know when you are ready.

Harry is reading our conversation over my shoulder. We wait about 2 minutes and then she texts me back.

Her: Ready!

I call her and make Harry stand away from the camera so she couldn't see him. Her face pops on the screen and she looks nasty. Her hair was in a messy bun and she had a cough, stuffy nose, and she had a stomach ache so yeah she was sick.

"You look beautiful," I say, sarcastically.

"Yeah, thanks. I just wish this crap would go away," she says,  blowing her nose.

Harry starts laughing and I couldn't help but laugh at his laugh.

"Who are you with," Ashlee asks.

I turn the camera and point it to Harry. He has his goofy grin plastered on his face and his dimple me are showing in the camera. He waves to Ashlee and she screams.

"HOLY SHIT, DESTINY! I LOOK NASTY WHY ARE YOU SKYPING ME WITH HARRY FUCKING STYLES," Ashlee yells throwing her phone so we couldn't see her and we could only see the floor.