Undiscovered

3.

We both walk up the steps to my apartment while I fumble in my purse to get my keys. I find them right at the bottom and apologise to Harry for taking so long to find them, he doesn't seem phased and just smiles at me instead.

As soon as I unlock the door, the warm air from inside tries to escape but luckily, Harry and I are in my apartment as soon as the door opens. I wasn't too bad outside but it did get colder when we came out of the restaurant compared to when we went in.

"You have a really nice place here. It's lovely." Harry smiles in my direction, still taking in his surroundings.

Luckily my cheeks are already flushed from the temperature difference so he can't tease me about blushing. "Oh, thank you, it's nothing special, but it'll do."

I offer Harry a drink, which he accepts before I tell him to wait out here while I get changed into my pjs ready for bed.

After a few minutes of taking my make up off, but leaving my mascara on so I'm not completely bare, I'll take that off when Harry leaves, and putting my hair into a bun, I ask Harry if he wants to join me in my room to watch films, he agrees and I tell him he can leave his shoes and coat in the living room.

I thought it would be really weird having a boy in my apartment, but strangely enough, I feel like I can be normal around Harry, be myself. I'm really comfortable around him and I can't seem to explain why.

"What film would you like to watch Harry? Stepbrothers? or I've got Orphan?"

He takes a while to respond, as if he is deep in thought about something which I don't seem to question. He finally answers.

"I love horrors. Let's watch Orphan." I'm sure a little smirk seems to be appearing on his face.

I knew it was a bad idea asking if he would like to watch a horror. I will be wrapped around him in no time, I'm not the greatest fan of horrors.

After the both of us settling down in my bed, the warmth hits me but drains from me as soon as some crazy girl starts screaming on my TV screen, which scares me a bit. Harry clearly sees this and laughs at me. I hit him with a pillow to shut him up. 

"Come here, I wont hurt you honest, I'll protect you." He says, with his arms open for me to cuddle with him. I don't want to watch this horror as it is, so I take him up on his offer of cuddling. We are both snuggled up in bed when the movie starts to get all creepy again. 

I hide under the quilt just as someone pops up on the screen again screaming, all I can hear is Harry giggling from above the sheets so I hit him playfully on the leg then return to my previous position above the sheets.

He playfully scowls at me, trying to be angry at me and folding his arms but that doesn't work either, he fails at being angry, maybe I have this effect on him? Of course not, he's probably like this with other girls, too.

I stop the rest of that thought entering my head before it ruins my night. Harry and I are both in bed, my bed, cuddling and watching a movie. If I didn't say so myself, this night is perfect. I can feel my eyes getting heavy, but I don't want to fall asleep and not spend time with Harry, I want to get to know him.

The film soon comes to a close, which I'm glad of, I don't want Harry teasing me about me screaming at the worst parts of the film, I really do hate horrors. I make a mental note to make sure we don't watch a horror next time he is over. Next time? My sub-conscience buts in, but yes, next time. I would like Harry to come over again.

I am way too deep into my thoughts for way too long. I should be making conversation with Harry and trying to get to know him, but me cuddling up to him seems to be perfect and I don't want to move from his warm, strong arms. I feel so calm, and protected. Which, I am glad of. I really haven't felt like this before. For once, I actually think I'm happy. Me? Happy? Oh my, who would of thought.

Right, back to Harry, I remind myself.

"So, Harry, what do you do for a living?" I don't know why I chose careers as a starting topic. Oh.

"Actually, I work for my father's company, he is a producer. I get to work whatever hours I want though, only because he is my father, which is pretty sweet." He smiles at the fact that he doesn't have to work a regular 9-5 job, like most people do, but I guess that suits him, well I guess that would suit anyone. "How about you, what do you do?" Oh. I didn't think he would ask me the same.

I don't know what to say, my job is pretty lame. "Oh, nothing special, it's just a job as a netball coach in one of the schools." He looks quite surprised at my answer but he smiles, pleased with my answer obviously.

I don't really know what else to ask him, but the film has finished.. "Do you want to watch another film? This one has finished but I'm not too keen-"

Harry's lips crash down onto mine and I'm obviously taken in surprise but I don't reject him, I let him carry on, just following his movements. His lips are amazingly soft, and so so warm. I never thought he would kiss me, let alone kiss me this passionately. The butterflies have seem to come alive in my stomach and the warm feeling I had earlier seems to be rising into my cheeks. Oh, no, I'm blushing. I can feel his mouth turn into a smile as he carries on kissing me. 

His lips are locked onto mine so I shift a little onto his lap and wrap my arms around his neck and my hands in his hair. His hair is so soft and silky, and curly. His curls are so adorable but they suit him so much. They aren't so cute that they make him look like a child and they aren't too messy to make him look like a slob, they just suit him, and I like it. I like him. Oh. Did I just admit that to myself? Yes, you did. Here she come's again.

After him wrapping his arms around my waist, the kiss is broken, I feel the emptiness again and I don't want it. I feel deprived of him already. Oh no. He looks me in the eyes, those beautiful eyes of his, I've fallen deep into them, he smiles at me and I smile back, making sure to kiss him again so he know's I don't feel awkward and that I do want him.

We spend the best part of half an hour kissing, passionately may I add. Cuddling in bed. Me straddling him and my hands wrapped in his soft curly hair. This is amazing, what an amazing end to and amazing day. I don't want it to end.

After our cute little make out session, I cuddle back into his neck, and we snuggle under the blankets. He seems to be shifting uncomfortably.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Maybe he didn't want to kiss me, what if he made a mistake?

"Nothing, I just thought you wanted me to leave that's all." I sigh in relief, his voice sounded so small, my heart is aching.

"No, you don't have to leave if you don't want to. I don't mind you staying the night, I'm enjoying." He now sighs in relief.

"Oh, okay. Yes, that's fine." He goes silent, then pulls me closer to him to cuddle him. As I fall asleep against his chest, I drift off into a peaceful and happy dream. Tonight really has been simply amazing.