Blue {h.s}

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I stood in the kitchen, my sandwich was sizzling in the pan and my t.v show hopefully still on commercial. I could hear my brother and his friends upstairs laughing through the burning butter on the stove. It seemed as if I always heard something happening from his room. Presumably because his friends came over every other day and never missed a weekend at our home.

And if they didn't come over that weekend then he was at one of their homes, getting drunk and feeling up on girls. I wasn't allowed to go to any of their homes that much since my brother despised the idea of anyone treating me the way he treated girls at parties and pretty much anywhere else.

I heard an exceptionally loud yell that made me jump a bit before rolling my eyes at myself. Then I heard it. That deep voice, that heavenly laugh, and I swear I could hear his smile too. As much as I hated my brothers friends making noise I loved them; and I especially loved Harry.

He was six-foot tall, had dreamy eyes I would have loved to stare in (but didn't have the confidence and definitely didn't want to scare him away.... again) and played on the football team even though swore up and down he was a soccer player but couldn't kick a ball into the goal to save his life.

They were all rushing down the stairs together. Heavy feet and loud mouths all smushed into one awful sound that made me speed up my pace and hurriedly stretch my body to get a plate from the cabinet. But they had already entered when my body stretched once more to grab a large glass for my lemonade.

"Cool, you're making us all sandwiches?" My brother Sebastian asked rhetorically as he took a bite out of one of my grilled cheeses.

He quickly spit it out and into his hand when all the ingredients had registered onto his tongue.

"What the fuck? It tastes like mustard," he looked at my annoyed face with the half chewed up sandwich still in his palm.

"That's because I put mustard on it you dumb shit," I put down the pitcher of lemonade nonchalantly as I knew this exact thing would happen.

"Eww, what the hell, Cal," Niall walked towards me with a disgusting face only to grab my lemonade glass and take a huge gulp.

I could only watch in irritation as the two boys looked around for more food than had already been stolen from me. Then he walked in, not even knowing I was there and as far as I knew not even caring.

His face was down in his phone as usual and his hair was in his face as usual but he still looked so absolutely beautiful as he lifted the curtain of hair out of his face and looked up from his iPhone 6 Plus and noticed everyone else in the room before me. As usual.

I breathed out slowly as his eyes met mine and gripped the oven from behind me tighter. He was still standing at the doorway and before I could gather the courage to mutter a shaky "hello Harry," Sebastian began talking about zombies and a new Call of Duty and my courage was again gone before it came.

"Oi, Harry, you still driving us to that party tonight? I heard they got girls coming from St. Peter's. The ones with the massive åsses," Niall asked with a family bag of Doritos in his hand.

"Definitely. I want a lap dance; haven't got a ride in days," he said a with a cocky smirk and tucking his phone into his back pocket.

I could of sworn I heard my heart break as he said that. I gathered my plate of half eaten sandwiches and my newly filled glass of lemonade and walked towards the door and also towards Harry.

He was still talking to the guys and hadn't even noticed when I brushed past him and felt how warm his skin was. How soft his black shirt sleeves were and the rough feel of his jeans.

But I noticed. I felt it. I wanted to rewind time and simply go through those two seconds again but I couldn't, and I knew I would have to just call my best friend and vent all my sexual frustrations that would end in me eating myself away in ice cream and Harry having another amazing weekend without me.

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