Over Again (Baker Boy Sequel) Book 3

Chapter 21

Maedbh's POV

I’d gotten one lab report done and part of a second by the time Harry got to my house the next day.

“You done yet?” he announces, walking into my room.

“No,” I reply, not even looking up from my computer. It’s not long until I feel his warm breath on my neck as he looks over my shoulder. I pause my typing, craning my neck to look up at him without actually touching him.

“The most commonly found lipids are Cholesterol, Phosphatidylethanolamine, Phosphatidylcholine, Shpingomylin, Phosphatidylserine, and Phosphatidylinositol.”

I can’t help the smirk as he stumbles over the complicated chemical names.

“What even is this stuff?” he asks with shock.

“Chemicals in erythrocyte membrane. We isolated pigs blood and—“

“Ok. Ok. That’s enough,” he says, cutting me off before I can continue, looking slightly green at the word blood. He’d never been very good with all that kind of stuff. I remember in biology class, he’d ended up having to go to the nurse during the frog dissection lab because he was feeling faint.

“You don’t want to hear about how we got a tube of blood and how we had to warm it in a hot water bath to keep the—“

“No. Stop—“ he says, the green deepening. I let out a laugh, giving a small shake of my head before returning to typing as he takes a seat on my bed.

And that’s where he stays while I type up my report. It’s funny how easy it is to fall back into this routine. Me actually doing homework while Harry slacks off, watching TV from my bed. Just like old times. It was comfortable. Familiar. The way things were meant to be.

“I’m bored” Harry whines, breaking me out of my contemplation. “How much more do you have left?”

“A page” I reply, barely getting it out when he lets out a groan. He knew how long it takes me to write even that little.

“Can’t you take a break?” he asks, surprising me by how close he suddenly is, once again directly over my shoulder.

“No,” I say abruptly, looking over and locking onto the bright green irises.

“C’mon…” he urges, pressing his forehead to my temple as he whispers into my ear.

“Go… entertain yourself.” I say, shoving him away. He looks over at my window and I can tell instantly what he’s thinking. Fans had shown up within minutes of his arrival, forcing me to draw the curtains to give us privacy in my room. “Don’t even think about it,” I say, grabbing the back of his shirt as he begins heading towards the window.

“You said entertain myself. What better way than to tease the fans?” he jokes.

“Not from my bedroom window. Go find Caellum. Play with him. I’m sure he’d like that. Fans would also. They always like you with kids.”

He chuckles, amused by my knowledge of his fan base. “You’re going to have to release me then,” he teases as I realize I still had a hole on his shirt. I reluctantly unclench my fingers, letting go of the soft material.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” he says with a wink, exiting my room and shouting out Caellum’s name. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I hear the fans camped outside scream. The two of them must have headed out into the back where a fan could have caught a glimpse over the fence. I grab my headphones, plugging them into the computer to drown out any future screams as I get back to work on my report. An hour or so later I hear the door open again and the sound of footsteps coming up the staircase.