Her Deliverance (vol. 2) ON HOLD

Twenty-five

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Waiting patiently with my backpack of clothes slung over my back, I watched Harry unlock his apartment door. The plastic bag holding our Chinese takeout hung around his wrist, moving with the slight struggle Harry was having at opening his own door. I pressed my lips together to refrain from laughing, before he finally got the door unlocked and shoved it open with a relieved sigh. He stepped to the side, being the gentleman that he is as he held the door open for me and waved me in.

I stepped inside, the sound of the door closing behind me while I hesitantly moved down the hallway. I had only been to his apartment once and it wasn't long enough for me to know my way around it so confidently. Harry must have sensed this because he moved around me, quickening his steps to lead the way for me until we reached the threshold that looked like it lead into the kitchen. I recognized it the moment we stepped in, my eyes settling on the table in the corner where Harry set the bag of Chinese on top of.

"You can sit, I'll grab us some forks." He said, moving across the kitchen to open a drawer. I dumped my backpack on the ground, letting it rest against the wall before I plopped down into a chair. I looked up when Harry came back to the table, holding a fork out to me as he sunk down into the seat across from me.

"I really hope you're right about this orange chicken," He mumbled, pulling out the foam box that held our takeout. We had decided to share one platter instead of getting our own, considering how much they put in just one.

"I honestly can't believe you've never tried it. It's the best."

"I'm not much of a junk food eater. I'm such a health freak, I only indulge with junk food occasionally."

"You're making me feel bad and I haven't even eaten yet." I whined when Harry opened the platter, a low chuckle rumbling his chest as he grinned down at the plate. My own mouth was pulling in amusement at the curiousness he held as he eyed the chicken, poking at it unsurely with the tip of his fork.

"Alright, I'll shut up." He stabbed a piece of orange chicken, bringing it up to his face to inspect it more closely. "I'm not too sure about this."

I rolled my eyes, reaching over to stab my fork into the chicken before plopping it into my mouth. I groaned in approval, chewing the heavenly food slowly to savor the taste when I looked up to see Harry watching me with an arched eyebrow. I quickly swallowed It down, extending my arm and stabbing another piece. "You're missing out, but if you don't want any I'll gladly eat it all myself."

Harry didn't respond, but merely brought the chicken into his mouth with slight hesitation. I kept eating as I stared at him in amusement, waiting for his reaction when his eyes widened after a moment of chewing. His throat bobbed as he swallowed it down, a smile stretching across his lips.

"Okay, you're right. That was really good."

I grinned. "And it's so unhealthy."

He snorted, rolling his eyes at me before we both fell into a comfortable silence as we ate. We only exchanged a few words through out our dinner, making small talk in between bites. And Harry's eyes would catch mine several times from across the table when we weren't speaking. The way he'd look at me whilst chewing, a closed lip smirk splayed on his face had my cheeks burning profusely.

"You're blushing." He said aloud, his words causing my cheeks to turn an even deeper red. I sent him a playful glare for calling me out and his dimple punctured his cheek as he smiled, tongue poking out to lick his fork. The sight caused my stomach to dip and my body to heat before Harry dropped the fork into the now nearly empty platter.