“Wait, we’re going back to your place?” Harry says.
“Well no shit,” I say, parking my car. “Fuck spending ten dollars for ticket. I got Netflix.” I finish saying.
We get out of the car and make our way to the apartment none of us making conversation. I open the door and we go inside and I go into my room to drop my book bag off and head back into the living room where I already see Harry sitting on the couch playing some game on his phone. I plop myself right next to him and turn the tv on and go on Netflix. We both stay silent as I go through genres of movies and he doesn’t say a word about what to watch. NOTHING.
“I don’t like when a room is quiet. It makes me uncomfortable.” I say, finally breaking the silence. “Now what do you want to watch?”
“I dunno. Anything except romantic chick flicks. I know how you ladies love that.”
“That’s so sexist. I should slap you across the face. I don’t like chick flicks either. It fills girls’ minds with all that prince charming shit about finding the one and crap.” I say, going through the horror movie section.
“Are you sure you’re not a boy?” he says as he laughs.
“I ask myself the same question sometimes.”
“Okay, well we can watch a comedy. I could use a good laugh.” He says. A couple of moments pass by and it goes to being silent and I am one forced again to continue a conversation.
“Are you thirsty?” I ask.
“Uh... Yeah. I could use some water actually.”
“Okay, well you know where the kitchen is at. You got legs to get it yourself.” I say, waving a head to the kitchen.
“Wow. You are such a good host to your guest.” He says sarcastically as he gets up from the couch. I check him out as he makes his way to the kitchen. He is so fucking hot, I’m about to lose my mind. I go back to the tv so I can keep myself distracted instead of staring at him. I ask him to bring a packet of cookies while he’s in the kitchen which makes me whine. A moment or two later he comes back and drops a water bottle into my lap and sets the cookies on the table.
“What a gentleman.” I say. He rolls his eyes and sits back on the couch. “We’re gonna watch The Hangover because I said so.”
We watch the movie and eat the entire set of cookies and laugh so much while seeing The Hangover. We laugh throughout the movie and I mean, of course everyone does. The movie is hilarious. At one point in the movie, I rested my head on Harry’s shoulders and I don’t think he cared because he didn’t really seem to noticed. I tried focusing on the tv but I busy studying him. They way he laughs, which is honestly one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. His breathing. His hands… his hands are so big and manly. I found myself thinking of dirty scenarios that I didn’t realize the movie ended and Harry shifted off of me.
“Were you trying to cuddle with me” he grinned.
“Nah. I’m just a bit tired that I didn’t even realize I was laying my head on your shoulders.” I lied as I was stretching my arms. I check my phone and some messages that I ignore by not replying and check my twitter. I scroll though my timeline and the next thing I know Harry snatches my phone from my hand.
“What the hell?!” I say.
“It’s rude when you’re on the phone and you have a guest over.” He says, going through my phone.
“Give it back.” I say. He’s testing my temper.
“No, I don’t think I will.” He says, smiling at me.
“So it’s like that?”
“Yes, it’s like that.” He mocks me. I throw myself at him from across the couch and we’re both play wrestling and are laughing and we end up falling off the couch and I am on top of Harry. We both look at each other, out of breathe. His eyes are so mesmerizing but I snap back to reality. This guy does funny things to me and I don’t like it.
“You know for having brown eyes, they’re pretty.” He says.
“They’re shitty eyes. Are you blind?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Can I have my phone back?” I beg.
He puts my phone in his jeans. “Grab it.” He challenges me.
“I’m not going to go down there and reach for it.”
“Then I guess we’ll stay in this position forever.” He says smiling at me. I didn’t even realize I was still on top of him. I try to get off but Harry puts his hands on my hips and makes me be in a straddling position. This is not good.
“Let go of me.” I say.
“You have to kiss me first.” He says.
