A small lump seemed to form in my throat as I heard rumbling coming from the inside of the house. Why am I doing this, I could just be at home cuddling to my teddy bear I had since I was a little girl thinking about what other people are doing. But no, I'm about to go inside Harry's flat for the second time now.
Just from what I found under his bed last time, and all his posters I really am not looking forward to what he has in store for us to do.
"Mmmm," he hummed to himself as well as interrupting my thoughts. I looked up at his olive green eyes that scanned up from the tip of my head to the bottom of my feet. "You surely did dress sexy," he bit his bottom lip.
His curls flowed and bounced when he stared up and down, flawlessly. He was truly, a beautiful male or in a more accurate way to say it, handsome. His eyes, were just sparkling with the moon that was now forming in the dark blue sky. Man! What the hell am I saying! No, no Harry is just no.
I stared at him once more, noticing him with a cheeky smirk on his face. Shit, he noticed I was checking him out.
"Um," I awkwardly said breaking the silence. "Thanks."
"Come on babe, you can sit in the living room if you'd like," he smiled opening the door and standing behind it waiting for me to walk past. A tiny smile formed on my face but I stared at the ground as I walked in and stood to see a beautiful well placed home. Much cleaner and nicer than it was at the party. "Wow," I turned to see him staring up from my bum. He was staring at my bum, lord jesus this boy can look but he aint touching me.
"What? sorry," he blushed.
"Your flat!," I smirked. I got the smirk this time!
"Oh yeah it's nothing I used to share it with my good friend Louis but he got way to out of hand with cleaning and shit. So I had to kick him."
I nodded and turned back to where I was standing last and walked towards what seemed to be the living room. A large white wrap around couch ended up being placed in a corned with a clean shiny glass coffee table and across from it a big black flat- screen television. Very well put, very clean, neat. I wonder if he does all this by himself, knowing him he doesn't seem like the type to be well organized. "So, Harry what are we-," I stopped talking when I turned to see no Harry in sight.
"Harry?," I called out, walking towards the kitchen. Click after click, my heels made noise giving away where I was every step. I simply jumped at the feeling of his hands and fingers fitting in the curves of my hips. "What are you doing?," I turned my head back to be face to face with him.
"I couldn't help myself. I never noticed till now how beautiful you are," he smiled sweetly. He's joking, cause all through school if I was good looking i'd be in a group with the 'gossip popular' girls. But instead i'm called ugly, sitting by myself or with my best friend. Not being called hot by anyone, not even the nerds. But I guess when I dress up, I'm 'hot'.
"Thanks, I guess," I awkwardly said. I haven't been on any kind of date with anyone. No contact like this with a guy either. Harry was being different from how he acts at school. He seems so into me now but at school it's totally different. I never seen him act like this towards me till I came up to him the other day.
"I have a question," his breath tickled my neck.
"I have a answer." He smirked and giggled.
"Have you ever been in a relationship?"
"Why does that matter?"
"Just wondering. So I know I'll be your first and very last." Why does he like me? Like, I never said I liked him or said he looked cute to his face. Never told him I was interested, why does he like me. I have a feeling he's using me, like I'm using him. I don't have feelings for him so I can care one shit about how he feels towards me. But I surely hope during the process of me getting all this money, I don't form any feelings.
I turned my hole body to him and backed away. "Okay so anyway, what'd you have in plan for us to do?"
"Watch a film and eat some dinner. Only if you'd like."
I smiled, "Sounds lovely."
