Pretty Boy

fourteen

"Really?" I choked up a little bit. It's not like he hadn't taken me before, I mean, I'd slept in his bed before, which hasn't been brought up since, thank Christ.

"You've slept in my bed before, Ivery. I can drive you home."

So much for that.

"Well, okay," I trailed off, "I'll just finish this."

"You can eat it in the car, but of course you can finish it here, if you'd like." He kindly informed me, which surprised me to the point where I almost said something.

"Wow, thank you." I gaped slightly.

Another smirk spread over his facial features, until he stood up without a word and went over to the order counter. Minutes later, he came back with a bottle of water in his hand.

He watched me as he opened it, bringing it up to his mouth and taking large sips, and from his position, his sharp jawline was on full display, as well as his throat moving up and down as he swallowed the water. I trailed my fixated gaze a little higher up his face to see his eyes were on me, and somehow the smirk remained there as he kept the bottle to his mouth.

I flushed, looking away and pushing away my thoughts. His movement made me look back up at him again, and the bottle was now more than half empty resting in his hands as he screwed the cap back on, making the veins in his hands tense very slightly. I swallowed in nervousness, and when he saw, he tried to refrain from making his cocky smile wider by looking down and licking his lips.

I scratched the back of my neck, rubbing it a little bit. My nerves were kicking in, so I took my cookie off the table and opened it, taking bits off of it and plopping them in my mouth, one by one.

I heard a deep chuckle, which for the seventh time made me look at Harry.

"What?" I asked quietly.

"That's cute." He admitted, not breaking a breath or showing any signs of shyness.

"What is?" I was absolutely flushed by now.

"How you're eating your cookie."

I looked at him confusingly with widened eyes, tilting my head slightly to the side, like a puppy.

"Taking bits off one by one. It's cute." He licked his lips once more, his gaze darting to my cookie.

"Oh. Uh, thank you," I giggled a little bit, smiling at him, which made him smile too, but not enough to show his teeth.

There was about twenty seconds of silence after that, and I was still eating, but I was almost done.

"Can I have a bite? Haven't eaten all day," he said with a glint of playfulness in his eyes, mixed with what seemed like a challenge, as if he was testing me whether I would give him some and he didn't care if I didn't.

"Sure." I said slowly, hanging him the cookie that was still in the wrapper, because I used the wrapper to hold it. There was only a small bit left.

Harry took the wrapper off, placing it on the table before examining the piece. "Can I have the rest?" He challenged me almost.

"Course." I smiled hesitantly, and he let his green eyes bore into mine as he put the last piece in his mouth, brushing his hands of the crumbs afterwards.