Loneliness H.S

Chapter Twenty Three

The book is great so far, but a question is distracting me from the words written on the pages. What is this thing between Harry and I? I have never needed to ask anyone this before, so I'm not sure how to bring up the subject. He didn't seem to want to talk about earlier, making me more nervous as to why.  I can't help but let my eyes wander to his face once in a while wondering if he is thinking the same. Is it bothering him not knowing exactly what's happening between us? Or am I just thinking about this way too much.

"Harry, can I ask you something?" He moves his attention away from his book and onto me, and nod now looking slightly interested. "Okay, well.. what are we? What is this thing between is?" I ask gesturing with my hands pointing between us.

He doesn't look surprised by my question, so I assume he was expecting it to come up eventually. "I can't say I wasn't expecting the question especially after this morning." I can't help but look away blushing at his words. Still not feeling completely comfortable talking about it. "We don't have to label anything right now if you don't want to. I like you, and you like me, so it's really up to you what you want."

I appreciate the fact that he doesn't want to pressure me into anything. Do I want to label us? Do I want to label him as my boyfriend? I kind of expected it to be up to me seeing as I brought it up. "I like you, I really do, and I want to be able to call you my boyfriend." I say lifting myself of from his lap, and turning to face him. I place my hand on his cheek, making him smile.

"You would like that wouldn't you." He says with a smirk earning a laugh from me, and a quick slap to the chest. He quickly joins in with a chuckle of his own. "I'm kidding. I want to be able to call you my girlfriend as well." He leans close, placing his hand on the back of my neck closing the gap between us, and capture my lips in a passionate kiss. I can feel him smiling against my lips, making me smile too, and pull away.

He is my boyfriend, and I his girlfriend. We cuddle up against each other again, and this time I'm finally able to focus on the book in my hands with both our minds at peace.

After almost two hours of getting lost in our separate books we decide on making some dinner. So we put our books aside, and walk into the kitchen. Harry doesn't even ask what I want as he walks over to the shelves, and pick up a box filled with a done pizza crust, and hand it to me before walking to the fridge. "What kind of toppings do you like?" He asks looking trough the fridge.

"Just cheese, and ham." I reply going back to putting the crust on the oven tray, on top of the baking paper. The crust is a little to big for the tray.

"Okay. Mind splitting it in two?" He asks pulling out the ham, and laying it on the kitchen counter.

"Why? What's wrong with ham?" I open the kitchen drawer pulling out a knife, before I walk back over to the oven tray where Harry is standing leaning on the counter with his arms crossed.

"Nothing, I just don't like ham on pizza. I like pepperoni more." He explains going back over to the fridge to get the pepperoni, cheese, and tomato sauce.

"Fine."

He walks back over to me with the thins in his hands. I take the sauce from him, and pour it on top of the pizza crust. Harry walks over to the oven, turning it on so it can pre-heat. I smear the sauce over the whole thing, while Harry opens the bag of cheese. Harry the walks out of the kitchen for some reason, probably going to the bathroom.

I take the bag of cheese Harry previously opened, and start to sprinkle it over the pizza. I hate to much cheese. It makes me nauseous, so I'm careful with the amount I put on. After that I open the ham, and rip it in little pieces, placing them on half the pizza.