The Void They Call Love

4

Wren's POV

I opened up the cupboards and grabbed two blue mugs. Harry was still at my house, walking around the kitchen. I turned towards him. "Do you want some coffee?" I asked.

He nodded and grinned at me, his dimples indenting in his cheeks. I just now noticed them. They were quite adorable. I filled the mugs with the hot liquid and handed one to Harry afterwards. "Thanks," he said.

"Yeah. So how are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?"

"Like a bitch," he answered making me laugh. "It's fine though. You don't have to give me anymore aspirin. You've been nice enough."

I took a sip of my coffee before setting the mug down on the kitchen counter. My fingers touched the cold granite and a shiver slid up my spine. "Nonsense! If you're in pain, I'm gonna help you." All I earned was a low chuckle from Harry when I walked towards the bathroom near the living room. I grabbed the pills, studying my appearance in the tall mirror while doing so. My forest green hoodie was long and baggy, fulfilling my comfort and my denim shorts were tearing along the seams, but I liked the look. My brown hair was pulled into a braid and I didn't care to fix it. The spot that Harry hit me last night when we head bonked was purple but surprisingly it didn't look too bad. It didn't even hurt anymore.

I started back towards the kitchen and found that Harry wasn't in the room. "Harry?" I glanced around the large interior and didn't spot a head of curly hair anywhere.

All of a sudden arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a hard chest. I screamed, not knowing who it was, but then reality struck when there was only one other person in the house with me. "Surprise," a husky voice whispered into my ear.

I pushed him away from me and slapped his arm. "Jesus, Harry! You scared the shit out of me." I handed him the pills and he took them gratefully.

"Sorry," he snickered. "I just couldn't resist."

I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior and picked up my coffee, taking another long sip. "You know I ran into your one friend yesterday at school. I don't remember his name though." I looked up at his green eyes and noticed how they were staring at my own blue ones.

"His name is Louis. Yeah, he told me in an email when I got home."

I nodded. "Oh," was all I could say.

The silence between us stayed put, making me shift from one foot to another, not knowing what else to do. Just then, Harry smirked his famous smirk and said something that made me blush like crazy. "So, you think I'm cute?"

I was confused but at the same time, flabbergasted. "When did I say that?" I asked.

"Don't act like you don't remember."

I thought back to yesterday when I bumped into Louis. I had told him that I'd been looking for Harry all day and then afterwards...I said he was kind of cute. Fuck. "He told you that?" I asked quietly.

"He did, yes." Harry walked closer but I didn't move. His footsteps were heavy and they echoed throughout the kitchen. His face leaned down near my own and I could smell the hint of mint on his tongue as he licked his lips and played with his ring. "I was quite surprised when I read it actually. Usually, every girl I've ever met refers to me as 'sexy' or 'hot.' It was odd getting a different person's perspective."