Just This Once | H.S

Chapter Eleven

I wrapped up the strawberry pie that Anne had planned to give to our new neighbours and placed it on the counter. They had just moved in yesterday and my parents wanted to go greet them. As I waited for Anne to come downstairs, I turned on the radio and grinned as I recognized the song that was playing. I danced around the kitchen and laughed at my own silliness, currently enjoying life as it was.

"Did I miss something?" I jumped at the voice and turned around to face my dad who was standing in the doorway with an amused look on his face.

"Just dancing around," I awkwardly answered, debating what to say.

"Don't tease her for being a dork, Andrew. You were once a teenager too," Anne appeared next to my dad and placed her arms around him. I smiled at their cuteness and handed the pie over to Anne.

"Why don't you come with us?" My father offered, which surprised me quite a bit. I didn't feel like meeting the neighbours, I was sure that there'd be a time when I could actually get to know them and an awkward gathering at their house wasn't the ideal way to leave a good impression.

"I think I'll pass, I'm not feeling well," I lied through my teeth.

"Well, they are coming over next week for dinner so you'll have to meet them eventually. We're going over right now. Harry is running some errands and will be home shortly so don't be too afraid of being home alone," Anne giggled as my father shoved her through the door and closed it behind them. I sighed  loudly at the mention of Harry, he was always the one that woke up extremely early and got stuff done. I hadn't actually seen Harry for a while, it'd been a day or two since our moment in the hallway. Anne explained that Harry's job had him working extremely long hours and he wouldn't be home a lot. My dad always boasted about Harry's job but I was yet to actually find out what Harry worked as. Was he a doctor? A lawyer? No that wouldn't make sense, he's too young. I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket and I saw that I had gotten a text from an unknown number. The message read "I hope you're missing me as much as I miss you." At first I was slightly creeped out by this unknown texter but something clicked and I soon realized who it was.

*Blake: Harry?

*Harry: How'd you know that it was me?

*Blake: How did you get my number?

*Harry: Don't avoid the question love, and I may have accidentally texted myself from your phone while you were sleeping.

*Blake: It was a lucky guess. You're so weird

*Harry: Don't act like you don't love it.

I noticed that Harry was a very punctual texter, he always put a period after every sentence and it felt like I was texting a relative.

*Blake: I don't like you, you're a creepy old guy.

*Harry: Did you know that you snore in your sleep?

*Blake: Like I said, you're creepy.

*Harry: Do me a favour love and open the door.

By now I was evidently confused but the swift knock at the door answered my questions. I opened the door slightly but Harry pushed it open with his strong arms and slammed it shut behind him. He dropped whatever bags he had in his hands and pressed me up against the wall like he did a few nights ago.

"Not seeing you is so agonizing, kitten," Harry's minty breath fanned against my cheek.

"Oh you're so over dramatic," I said calmly and used whatever self control I had to push him off of me. He groaned loudly and pulled me into a tight hug. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his warm body.