I woke up in my bed. My eyes feel like they've been lit on fire. The sun shone through the window, disturbing my blissful sleep. I let out a groan and sit up. I reached for my phones, my work phone didn't have any notifications, so I assumed that I had a free day since Boss likes to make pick ups earlier and it was already noon. I put on music from my cell and hoped in the shower. As I washed my hair I realized what happened the night before. Harry and I danced. We didn't kiss or anything but I had the feeling it'd be awkward. We danced but it could've definitely been more PG. I had a headache from all the liquor the night before. I didn't get trashed so it wasn't that bad. A few pain relievers should be enough. I turned off the water and stepped out the shower. As I got dressed I couldn't help but feel anxious and nervous. Harry was my roommate so I knew I couldn't avoid him. Unless I stay in my room forever... No. I can't do that. I need to man up and grow some balls, figuratively speaking. I was in a tank top and some black beach shorts. I put on my fuzzy house slipper booties and walked up to my door. I just stood in front of it for about a minute. I don't know what to expect. Maybe he just wanted to dance and it didn't mean anything. Maybe he does that with tons of girl you don't know Mara! I sighed and reached for the door knob.
I walked down the hall and into the living room. I could smell food. I walk towards the kitchen and see Harry cooking. "Morning" "Morning," I answer. Its awkward until he places some food on two plates and hands me one. "Sausage and scrambled eggs with green peppers in it. I need to read a cook book or something or I'll run out of things to cook." I smiled slightly at his joke while I chewed. It stayed quiet between us as we chewed. "Well um, this is awkward." Harry noted. "Yup, quite."
"Look Mara, last night was great, I had a great time,"
great, here comes the "but it was just for fun" speech ,
"and I'd like to take you out on a date sometime."
What? "What?"
"Oh um, unless you do-"
"No, no I would love to. I was just expecting you to say something else."
"Like what?"
"Nothing, nothing."
Harry took my empty plate and put it in the sink along with his.
"Tell me."
"It's nothing."
Harry then picked me up and carried me into the living room. I was laughing hysterically and telling him its nothing but Harry was being stubborn. He was tickling and shouting at me, telling me to tell him.
"Fine! Fine!" Harry then released his hands and waited for my answer. I then sprinted off the coach and towards my room with Harry following in pursuit. I got to my room and tried to close the door on Harry but couldn't in time, He was fast. I was giggling and trying to hide under my bed comforters. Like thats not obvious. He came and ripped the covers from on top of me and pinned my hands down. I had no way of escape.
"Now you'll tell me right Mara?"
"Okay, okay. I'll tell you."
"I'm waiting."
I sighed and took a deep breath. "Well I thought you were going to say that it meant nothing or something. That it was just for the night."
"Well is that what you want?" He questioned. I looked up at his face that had suddenly become serious.
"No, it's not. I don't know why I was expecting that but I was."
He smiled. "Good because honestly, I don't think I'd be able to agree to that." His smile was bright, like a joyful little boy's. He was still above me, but no longer restricting me. I didn't want to get up though. I liked it this way, playful and happy. Harry leaned down and kissed my forehead, then my nose. I tilted my head slightly, expecting him to kiss me. He sensed that but didn't. "Mara, I want to kiss you. Trust me. But I want to properly woo you. Not rush things. I want to take you out on dates and get to know you more before anything." I involuntarily pouted. He pouted too, "All in time. I'm a gentleman believe it or not." All this left me confused. "So then..what now? Where does this leave us? I sound like an idiot I'm just confused. Harry took a minute to think. "I think it leaves us as dating. Like getting to know each other, nothing official. Yet."
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Mischief
FanfictionMara doesn't have an easy life. Of course that was somewhat caused upon herself. Mara ran away from home at 17. She didn't feel loved at 'home'. She felt invisible and unimportant. She rebelled and ran off. Her suspicions were proven when she saw th...