A|N: I'm so sorry for such the long update. Finals are coming up. :(
-Miranda's POV-
As much as I love being cooped up in this house with Harry, Zayn and Perrie. It would be nice to actually go outside and do something, anything at all. Yet Harry's trapped in here, he can't leave and I won't let him leave to go out into the world and potentially get arrested on sight.
I was in the kitchen making lunch for all of us. Least I can do for then with all the trouble there doing keeping Harry here and safe. I was making chicken Alfredo when of my favorite dishes, even though I'm not a big Italian fan. About twenty minutes into cooking I felt a pair of arms slither over my body.
I turned my head to see Harry with the goofiest grin on his face. I can feel his arm muscles tense up as he hugs me. Almost making me drop the spoon I was using to stir the noodles with.
"This is how I see us." He slowly says kissing my cheek sending an electric feeling throughout my body.
"And how's that?"
"You, me. You cooking me meals, while I watch the game. Us not hiding from the world."
"Even though the first part sounds so exciting-" I said sarcastically. Which was really annoying me, I hate how women are degraded to do all the cooking and cleaning for the men.
"The second part sounds even better." I smiled, he was standing behind me as I continued to cook. His chin rested in the crook of my neck as an arm on each side of my body which met in the front holding me even tighter to him.
The curls of his hair tickled my noes. "Really?" He asked.
"Of course, I'd love to go outside the house without you."
"Your wish is my command." He seductively said in my eat before he started to walk away to god knows where. I whiplashed my body around pointing the wooden spoon I was using.
"Hold on there Mary Poppins." He stopped in his tracks and turned back towards me.
"I think you have me mistaken for a genie."
"Yeah there all Disney movies. You're not leaving this house. I won't risk losing you to the cops."
His sexual smile turned into something more warmer. His pale cheeks turned into a rosy color, his sharp green eyes I swear turned another shade. I didn't know what to say or do at this point but just let him wonder into the other room as I finished lunch for the rest of us. Once we had all finished our lunch. Perrie and Zayn had to go off to meet her parents, who I had no clue that they were who she said they were. She was only having Zayn drop her off, so she was to return.
So for a bit of time it was just Harry and I alone in the house once again. I was cleaning up now, loading all the dirty dishes in the wash. Since there was a lot in the sink I was gonna have to do a couple loads.
"Miranda?"
"Mmm?" I replied to Harry as I heard him enter the kitchen his boots clicking on the tile floor.
"Want help?" He asked for the first time. He's never really asked to help me clean anything especially when it was his mess. So of course I wasn't going to say no. I handed him a plate and let him finish the rest of this load.
I walked into the dining room wiping down the table and pushing in the chairs. "Done." He said pointing over to the over filled washer. I smiled and laughed at his attempt to clean the dishes.
"First of all, you have to rinse the dishes-" I said pointing at the filthy unwashed dishes. "And second of all, you over filled it. There's not enough room."
I started to laugh a little bit more then I should have. I walked over and patted him on the back congratulating him on a job not so well done. I unloaded the dish washer, rinsed and then reloaded it.
"You clearly can't clean for shit." I snorted.
He scowled at me with a stern look and then laughed as well. "I can't do many things right. Cleaning may not be one of my strong suits."
I walked over to the other end of the kitchen where he was leaned up against the fridge. I wrapped my hands around his neck and laid my head on his chest. His hands were big so as I could feel them all over my body, and then I felt him patting my head, brushing up against my hair.
"But there may be one thing I can do right."
"What may that be?" I asked, he grabbed my hand and led me down the hall, the door across from the bedroom we've been staying in. He opened the door slowly enough so you could hear the squeak when the door cracked.
His hand covered over my eyes as he nudged me to take a step down the stairs with the eyes completely off. About twelve steps later as what I could feel we had come to a stopping point. "What is it?" I asked.
"Guess you'll just have to see."
"Well I need your hands off my eyes for that to happen."
I heard him laugh as he took his hand off my face. The room was still dark and I could feel his presence disappear into the distance. About ten seconds later he had flickered on the lights and I was staring at a blank white wall. "What am I looking at?"
"Your canvas."
"My what?"
"Your canvas." I turned my body to see he was next to a white sheet which he pulled off revealing all the buckets of paints and paint brushes, along with some spray paint. "Complements of Zayn." He said pointing at the spray paint.
"It's beautiful."
"There's nothing on the wall yet."
"I know but there will be." I said. My hands found themselves wrapped around his neck once again maybe as tight that I could choke him at this point. I looked up into his dark green eyes, looking pass all the piercings on his face and the tattoos on his body.
Only to find the good in him that no one else seems to see but the one's who care. I think he was more anxious then I was cause he had bent down, enough so now our lips lingered off each other. Until he pushed in real hard, all I wanted was more, as I jumped up and he grabbed from underneath me. My legs wrapped around his waist. I parted my lips with his and looked at him.
"Thank you."
"Anything for you."
I smiled and gently kissed him again. I jumped down and hovered over all the nicely new untouched paints and brushes. Feeling like a kid on Christmas which is what this moment seemed to feel like.
"What are you gonna paint first?" He asked.
"You leave, and in an hour you'll find out."
"An hour?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know if I can go that long without you." He grinned.
I pointed over to the steps that led up to the first floor. "Go lover boy." I turned around to the walls to find where I wanted to paint first while waiting for him to go upstairs. Yet instead he slapped my ass and ran upstairs.
"Fuck you!" I laughed.
I went to go grab a paint brush when I noticed there was a old boom box in the corner of the room covered in a layer of dust. I slowly walked over to it and blew off the layer inhaling a bit making me cough.
I grabbed the cord trailing to the plug looking for an outlet down here. I grabbed one of the Cd's next to it covered in dirt and dust opening it slowly, not sure if I was gonna break it or not. I had no clue what song it was nor artist but put it in and pressed play.
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me
[Chorus:]
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
Your beautiful soul, yeah
You might need time to think it over
But I'm just fine moving forward
I'll ease your mind
If you give me the chance
I will never make you cry c'mon let's try
[Chorus:]
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
Am I crazy for wanting you?
Maybe do you think you could want me too?
I don't wanna waste your time
Do you see things the way I do?
I just wanna know that you feel it too
There is nothing left to hide
[Chorus:]
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your soul
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
Ooooooo
Beautiful soul, yeah
Oooooo, yeah
Your beautiful soul
Yeah
After listening to the song once maybe actually twice. I realized this must be one of Perrie's CD's considering it's Jesse McCartney. I laughed while listening to it again on loop and picking a space on the wall grabbing out the brown paint.
As soon as my paint brush hit the way I just couldn't stop...
A|N: Again so so sorry for such the long wait, I have finals this week. So I'm not sure when the next update is gonna be. Please be patient with me. THANK YOU FOR 1100+ <3 Hearts that means the world to me that so many of you guys read my story. Thanks again.
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P.S. I meant to put this up Tuesday night, it never published!
