After the photoshoot, Harry insisted that Odette stayed for dinner, he wanted to befriend her, get closer to her. She told him to call her Odd, that she was more comfortable with that, so he did.
"And what can I call you?" She then asked, holding her mug tightly between her hands.
"Harry. "
"But everyone calls you Harry, I want a special nickname. "
"My sister used to call me Harold. " he chuckled.
"No, no, that's too funny... What about Hazza? Or Haz?" She said as she took a sip of coffee.
"Alright, love, you can call me Hazza. " He smiled warmly as he discreetly snuck his arm around her shoulders.
She blushed and tried to hide it by drinking more coffee. She then noticed how beautiful his eyes were. Forest green, no, it's emerald green, maybe a mix of both. God, they're so beautiful. She got distracted, and wasn't even listening to what he was saying. She scanned his face, her eyes falling to his plump heart shaped lips, they look so soft, then went back to his eyes when a curl fell on his face. Her hand unconsciously went to take it away from his eyes, and she immediately pulled it away when she realised what she was doing, while she blushed furiously. He stopped talking when she did that, and stared back at her. It was quiet for a moment, just two of them staring into each other's eyes with his arm around her and her cheeks still crimson red.
"I'll go put our mugs in the kitchen, would you like some brownies? They're homemade." He said as he got up and started heading towards the kitchen.
"Oh, yes please! I love brownies." She replied.
He placed a couple brownies on a plate, and came back to sit next to her on the couch. They ate the brownies and watched a movie together.
She thought about how she already started catching feelings for him, while the only thing he could think of was her body, and all the unholy, unspeakable things he wanted to do to her. He barely could even control himself.
A/N: this chapter sucks, I know, but I really wanted to update, thank you for reading! Please vote and comment!
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Fanfiction"You're crazy!" She cried. "So what? The best people are." He said as he laughed, a psychotic, terrifying laugh, the sound raising the hairs in the back of her neck.
