Find A Way

Chapter 8

I had just got back from work and was on the phone talking with Harry, having our nightly phone calls; something that had turned out to be a routine. “How was your day?” I asked as slipped off my pain inducing heels.

“It was alright.” he yawned.

“Did you go to the gallery?” his voice was groggy and I could hear him trying to stifle another yawn.

“Yeah, I was setting up some new ideas.”

“You sound tired, wanna call me tomorrow?” I prayed he still wanted to talk.

“No, no. I’m fine. Let’s talk about something else. What did you have for dinner?” he asked with complete interest.

“I didn’t have dinner actually, I had a bowl of soup for lunch though.”

“What? That’s it?” I imagined the wrinkle between his brows and wished I was actually looking at it.

“Yeah, but it’s fine. It was really good soup.” I laughed lightly. I heard some shuffling on the other end before he replied.

“That’s not a proper meal.”

“Why are you so interested in what I ate all of a sudden?”

“I’m not ‘interested’ in what you ate, I just think you should have a better meal.” he said matter of factly.

“Well, I’m fine with just some soup. Besides, I couldn’t be bothered to cook something up right now.” I wrapped my duvet snuggly around myself.

“Then I’ll cook for you.” he said without hesitation

“What? No, its fine,” I shook my head.

“Yeah, come on!” he whined.

“I don’t know, Harry...” I was secretly searching for a reason to see him, but now I didn’t need one; he was inviting me over. But I quickly thought of Connor, what if he called; ruining another moment between me and Harry? How would I even explain being at a man’s house at almost 9 at night?

“It’s just dinner, nothing else. You’ll be home before you know it, and you won’t have to explain anything to Connor.” he read my thoughts completely and I couldn’t deny him any longer.

“Fine..” I gave in.

“Great, I’ll be there to pick you up in 10.” he hung up, leaving me rushing to make myself look at least half decent.

“It’s not much…” Harry said as we entered his apartment. I looked around, it was small, but homey, and warm. I felt comfortable standing in his small living room.

“It’s fine. I love it.” I said before he took my coat off me and went to hang it up. I walked further into the room, noting the candles lit up in the room. There were tons of candles on the table, and all around the room that gave the room a more romantic feel. It was beautiful. This felt more like a date than a friendly dinner.

“Sit. Make yourself at home.” Harry came into the room and led me to the couch by my hand, making me have a seat.

“Dinner will be done shortly.” he smiled as he made his way into what I assume is his kitchen.

I sat there for only about 5 minutes before he poked his head out from behind the door, “It’s ready.” he beckoned for me.

I entered the kitchen, noting the multiple more candles in there. It was small and cozy like his living room, but it seemed like not a lot of time was spent it here.

He lead me to a modest wooden table in the middle of the room and pulled out my chair for me, sliding me back in as I sat.

“I’ll be back.” He disappeared again as he went to go retrieve the meal. He came back holding two plates of what looked to be ham sandwiches.

I burst out with laughter as he laid the dish before me. “This is a very proper meal.” I teased.

“Hey, this was last minute!” he held his chest as if he had just been shot, pretending to be wounded my my comment.

“This is great.” I said once my laughter died down to only small giggles. I finally took in the effort he put into everything; It was all perfect. He set two wine glasses next to the sandwiches and lit the final candle in between us.

“Enjoy!” his dimpled grin that has grown to be my addiction appeared, never taking his eyes off me as we both took big bites of the sandwich.  

We sat eating his ham sandwiches and talked some more before Harry got up and went to look through his cabinets. “Where are you going?” I laughed lightly.

“I’m getting our dessert.” He said simply while putting a box of twinkies in front of me.

“.....Twinkies?”

“They go great with wine!” He defended. I laughed and pulled him to sit down.

“You know, no one’s ever made me ham sandwiches for dinner.” I smiled up at him. He pulled my hand into his, and lightly played with my fingers.

“Good to know.” He said softly. I leaned into him, never breaking eye contact. We seemed to gravitate towards each other. As he pressed his forehead against mine and brought his hand up to cup the side of my face I felt the need for him grow. I could feel his heart beat quicken as his breath mixed with mine.

“Ellie.” he rasped, me replying with a simple nod. I knew what was going to happen and what he was going to ask, but I couldn’t pull away; I didn’t want to.

His lips landed on the corner of my mouth, lingering there before he slowly dragged them where I needed them most. Electricity. Pure Electricity. That was all I felt when our lips touched. I enjoyed the feeling of his soft lips against mine, but soon I yearned for more. He pulled me so that I was in his lap, straddling him; his hands immediately shooting up to the curve of my hips. He let out a deep moan as I pushed down further where our hips met, also aiding me in my movements as I began to grind against him. I felt him harden against my covered sex, earning another groan from him. All too soon, he pulled away. “Ellie...this..” He placed both hands on either side of my face.

What’s wrong?” I breathed, my body becoming cold without his touch. He lifted me off his lap and into the chair I was occupying earlier.

“You have a boyfriend, that’s what’s wrong.” he grimaced as he said the word boyfriend.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled. I shot out from my seat, grabbing my phone and heading towards the door.

“Ellie, wait..” I heard him follow me, but I didn’t make an effort to see what he wanted. I closed the door, leaving his apartment without looking back. I guess the train will have to do.

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