Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Lounging back and holding our full and aching stomachs, it's needless to say that Harry and I had a bit too much to eat for lunch. A delicious lunch, however. He said he'd be back in ten minutes, but ten minutes passed and he still wasn't back. So, I went downstairs to try and figure out what this insane boy was up to.

"Harry!" I yelled as I sauntered down the stairs. "Are you almost done, sweetie?"

Once I got to the bottom step, I saw what was taking this mental boy so long.

"That... is a lot of food," I said chuckling and staring gob smacked at the food that lays on the plates on the table.

Hot dogs, pizza rolls, macaroni and cheese, and best of all- Chocolate pie. A whole feast of innutritious foods.

"I knew that you and the guys eat very healthy because of your diet on your universe... So, I made you a bunch of unhealthy foods that I know you love," he said adrenalized.

A wide smile and hopeful expression spread across his face, eager for a reaction from me. All I could do was gawk at him with broad eyes.

"This is... Wow. How did you make all of this in ten minutes?"

He shrugged with a small, proud smirk.

"Talent."

I scoffed, grinning still. I couldn't stop smiling. He is too delightful and endearing. How could I not smile?

"Thanks, babe," I said, enclosing his taller body in my shorter arms.

Leaning forward, he presses a humane kiss to my forehead. My cheeks glow red. They do almost every time he kisses me. But I always get butterflies. Always. I grabbed a pizza roll and popped it in my mouth. I hummed with pleasure.

"Haven't eaten these in forever," I said.

Harry beamed and pulled me closer to him so that our chests were touching. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our noses touched and his eyes stared lustfully into mine.

"You know what else we haven't done in forever?" he breathed seductively in my ear.

Giving me shivers down my spine, he kissed me on my neck. My breath hitched and I lightly pushed his shoulders away.

"Later. Let's eat this food before it gets cold."

He sighed loudly in slight frustration that he couldn't kiss me before slithering his hands down my waist and leading me over to the table. We sat down and began to chow down. I enjoyed the food more than I should've. We even fed each other pie, which was more funny than romantic. He kept missing my mouth and got it on my cheeks and nose continuously. I have a feeling that he was doing that on purpose.

"Stop that!" I yelled before playfully shoving pie in his face as well.

He laughed loudly, not covering his mouth like earlier. He isn't embarrassed of his laugh around me. It's winsome. Just like everything else he does. We cleaned off our faces and the dirty plates off of the table. Us washing dishes somehow turned into whacking each other with dish towels and dancing even though there was no music. Only us singing goofily. I noticed something different in his eyes. The same look in his eyes I saw earlier. Lust.

Promptly, he slowly drew the towel from my hands, tossing it in the sink.

"Let's go chill in our room," he whispered, holding my hands in his and dragged me towards the stairs.

"Sounds like a splendid idea," I remarked cheekily. "I'm stuffed from the crap-ton of food you made."

"Me, too," he laughed.