Late (p.w)

sixteen - shoes & diets

i make my way to the kitchen and walk towards the fridge to find something to prepare. harry finds a spot to stand and i can feel his eyes pasted on me.

i decide to make a dark berry swirl and i make sure to take extra time finding the ingredients, i'm going to make it painfully slow so i don't have a single moment to look at him and talk to him.

"are you going to say anything?" he asks without me giving a reply, "are you mad?" he questions.

"i already told you i don't care." i reply.

"in my defence you left me hanging." he blurts.

well in my defence you aroused me then basically said we had no chance together.

"whitnee look at me." he asserts.

i glance at him quickly then look back at what i'm doing..

"for fuck sakes." harry mumbles under his breath. at this point i'm expecting him to be tired of me and leave, but he doesn't budge, which irritates me more.

i mistakingly forgot to take the sugar off of the shelf when i was getting all of the ingredients. i had to think about where it was, but i soon remember where it is and that the boy who i had phone sex with is standing right infront of it.

"excuse me." i mumble while taking my hand and attempting to guide him to the side.

"getting handsy now eh?" he teases.

"harry move." i insist.

"teach me how to make what you're doing." he demands. i would say no, but this is kind of something i want to share with him for some reason. probably because it's something i'm proud of. plus i can talk strictly about how to make this, nothing else.

"alright." i shrug.

"okay." he smiles and nods in agreement.

he makes way for me and i grab the sugar and put it on the counter with everything else laid out. i observe everything then i grab the black tea, and blueberry tea and begin to brew it.

"so what are you doing now?" he asks while lurking over my shoulder. he keeps his distance but because of yesterday i have a horrible craving to just press myself up to him, it's as if there's a positive and negative magnet on the both of us which just wants to cling together, well at least that's how i feel in my head.

"i'm just brewing the tea." i say while walking around his body and moving away from him.

"okay now what?" he questions, following me, i glare at him and he cheekily smiles at me.

"we wait." i sigh, he grins at me, and it's starting to irk me so i ask him, "why won't you stop smiling?" and it ends up coming out a lot more angry then i intended.

"woah woah, no need to raise your voice." he says, "how are you so adorable when you're pissed?" he says. a small smile involuntarily crawls up my cheeks from the compliment he gives me, but i quickly shut it down before it became noticeable. "just admit i hurt your feelings." he says.

"you did, you see i was in love with you ever since i laid eyes on you, it crushed me when dylan told me you had sex, even made me depressed. i'm miserable." i say sarcastically and melodramatically even though there was slight truth behind what i was saying.

he looks up and laughs then looks towards my direction again. "you really like those shoes huh?" he says while diverting his attention to my dirty brown vans.

"yeah i do." i say also looking at them. "i wore these when i got robbed." i add, "my dad got these the day before and i was really happy about them."