Forever In My Heart |HS|

Chapter 2

I took out my textbook and whatnot, waiting for Harry to come back out. It had been a while, but I supposed he was regaining confidence after his unexpected fall.

I looked up at the sound of the door squeaking open, jaw dropping when Harry walked in. He looked, different.

Harry was dressed in a white shirt, and black jeans that clinged to his very skin. What happened to baggy jeans and hoodie? He pulled a band out of his hair and ran his hands through it a few times.

The curls fell into place perfectly, and he brushed a strand out of his face, revealing his beautiful green eyes behind his glasses. His hidden face was now exposed to me, and I found myself wanting more. His cheekbones were slightly prominent, and his heart shaped lips looked awfully pink. My eyes looked over his face. Two minutes passed, three. Five minutes.

"A-Ami?" Harry whispered.

"What?" I asked, snapping out of my daydream. "What'd you say?"

His brows furrowed, and he looked down shyly.
"Do you think w-we should s-start?"

"Of course, of course." I nodded. Harry pulled a chair and sat beside me in front of the desk, taking out his finished work as well. He licked his lips lightly, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

"Okay, where d-do you want to start?"

"Maybe, we should do a few of the exercises, then I'll do the rest on my own to prove I understand?"

Harry nodded in agreement,"Okay, that's f-fine." I watched as his large hands flipped through pages, finding myself biting my lip. "Okay, so basically," He started.

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"Those were all right," Harry smiled.

I smiled as well, squealing lightly. I couldn't help but notice his stammering come to a gradual end. He was a great teacher, and I suppose I was a great student as well. I'm not going to say calculus is easy, but at least it's not all gibberish in my eyes now.

"Thank you so much," I smiled widely at Harry, looking as he bit his lip and looked down at his feet with a small smile.

"My p-pleasure." He said as we stopped in front of the stairs. Harry looked at me, blushing and looking back down when I looked back at him.

"Okay, I'm going?" I asked.

"W-wouldn't you like something to- to eat first? It's a bit late. We've been at this for a- a while." Harry replied, flushed. I wasn't exactly hungry, but I thought he'd be embarrassed if I declined.

Besides, why not stay and stare at him the entire time, because my, he was quite the sight. I'm not stereotypical or anything, but this is not what I'd expect a nerd to look like. Neither did I expect this to be under the coverings of all his clothes.

"Sure," I mumbled, following after him when he led me to the kitchen. I threw my hands behind him when he tripped, somehow managing to keep him up on his feet.

Harry turned to thank me without warning, bumping into me and sending us tumbling to the ground. I huffed quietly, then looked up to see his glasses gone. My breath caught in my throat and I licked my lips subconsciously.

"S-sorry. God, I'm so s-sorry." Harry stammered, moving his hips over me. He had no idea what he was doing to me right now, as his rather emerald eyes bore into mine. I groaned lightly as he shifted over me another time, and without realizing, I bucked my hips up into his.

His eyes widened, and so did mine, and I watched as Harry rushed to stand, walking quicker then ever into the kitchen. Oh crap, did I scare him?

"Harry, Harry. I'm so sorry." I called after him, pulling on his hand when I reached the kitchen. His eyes were wide and a thick blush coated his cheeks. "Sorry. You were just, I don't know, the way you moved-" And what exactly was I saying? "Look, I'm sorry. I'm not like weird or anything."

Harry looked away from me, eyes glancing quickly at everything in the room except me.

"I'll just go," I stated, feeling slightly embarrassed at my reaction.

"N-no. It's okay. I liked it." He whispered the last part, scratching the back of his head as he licked his lips lightly.

His beautiful, pink lips.

I'd definitely turn into a pervert for this guy.

I shook my head, slipping into a seat at the table. I racked my brain for something to say, because honestly I didn't want this tutoring to end. Harry was a great teacher, overlooking the slight stammering, he was extremely descriptive and narrative, and saying that is a lot, considering I could barely hear him while I stared at his mouth form slow words.

"What w-would you like to have?" Harry asked me, taking out the basic ingredients. Oh, great, he cooks as well.

"Anything will be fine." Harry's eyes narrowed at me at that, and he turned around, moving swiftly around the kitchen.

"Chicken's okay?"

"Anything chicken is perfect." Harry's eyes raised to mine, and again he looked down quickly when he caught me staring at him. But, I didn't care, I almost did want him to catch me.

"It'll be f-fine in a few," The boy nodded when he finished, looking around the kitchen in uncertainty. He looked lost even in his own house.

"Harry," He looked up immediately his name was called, surprisingly holding eye contact for about three seconds. I patted the seat beside me. He took out a band, and pulled his hair into a bun, coming to sit at the table, yet very far from me.

I watched him for a while, so long the food was ready and it took its dinging to break me from my trance. Harry looked up in gratitude, probably thankful I'd finally torn my eyes away from his attractiveness. He'd subconsciously bite his lip, lick his lips or chew on his lips, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't killing me.

He dished the food out, putting it before me. And I braced myself for the worst, not quite prepared to be tasting the best. Hence, the moan that slipped from my lips when I took a bite. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and Harry blushed lightly, I'm guessing not used to such sounds.

"This is so good." I groaned lightly, half of it was gone. And Harry just looked around and away from the small portion he'd taken.

"Thank y-you. Mum's recipe."

"Well, won't you have some?"

Harry licked his lips,"I'm n-not quite hungry." I frowned but nodded as I went up to the sink. "No, no. I'll wash it."

"Well okay." I wasn't going to protest, I mean I hated doing the dishes. I smiled lightly when Harry watched me with a smile.

"They usually bicker until one person drops it." He commented, starting to wash. I smiled, not replying as I watched him dry off his hands. He turned and leaned against the counter, quietly with a thoughtful look.

"I should get going." I finally said, standing and letting Harry lead the way out. He nodded, walking before me and turning when he was stood in front of the door to look at me. I took a seat on a couch as I glanced at a picture.

"Do you always stammer?" I couldn't help but ask, having noticed how he'd never stammered with his mum. I didn't look up, thinking he'd be better off without my eyes on him.

I saw Harry blush from the corner of my eye,"N-no. Just happens when I meet new people, or people I'm uncomfortable with." I nodded in understanding, though I frowned lightly at the second part. "F-for the record, you don't make m-me uncomfortable."

I smirked lightly with narrowed eyes,"I don't?"

Harry gulped, shaking his head a bit stiffly.

"No,"

I stood up, walking towards the frozen boy.

"Then, why can't you look at me? Why do you look away when I look at you? Why won't you talk much to me?" I asked, standing in front of him as my finger trailed down his neck. I couldn't even help it, I swear.

Harry gulped audibly,"I-"

"You what?" I asked, backing away so I could see his flustered expression. I pulled the hairband out of his hair, licking my lips as I whispered,"You should wear your hair down more often."

And with that, I walked out, leaving Harry all flustered and myself weak at the knees. Because, damn it, the shy boy smelled and looked so good up close.