Back For You (Harry Styles)

Part 18

Lucy's POV:

It is now well past 5:00 and Anne nor Robin are home yet. Harry, Gemma, and I are sitting on the floor playing Go Fish.

"Hmmm...got any twos?" I ask Harry. He smirks and shakes his head. 

"Go fish, sweetie," he says triumphantly. Sweetie. There's a new one. I take a card from the pile in the middle.

"Got any fives?" Harry asks me. I check my cards. No five. 

"Go fish, curly," I say, using my old nickname for him. He scowls and grabs a card from the pile. We continue playing until there's a winner. Can you guess who it is? Me, myself, and I. I won. Just as I am celebrating, the front door opens. 

I stop jumping up and down and run to hug Robin. He's a little startled but he hugs me back.

"Lucy! Oh my gosh, I've missed you, honey!" Robin says.

"I missed you too," I say, smiling at him. Anne gets home about five minutes later and Harry and I start on dinner. 

We're making chicken marsala, so I get the mushrooms and chicken out of the fridge and start making the sauce. I'm standing in front of the stove, stirring the mushrooms when a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. I jump a little, but immediately know who it is. 

Harry's head rests on my shoulder and his curls tickle my face. When he tilts his head to kiss my cheek, I almost drop the spatula. I turn my head to face him and smile. He smiles back, his soft, pink lips pulling up at the corners. The overwhelming desire to kiss him is what makes me disentangle myself from his arms and walk over to the wine cabinet.

I stand on my tippy toes and open the cabinet. I then stretch as far as I can and scoot the marsala wine closer the the edge of the shelf. Just when I think I have it, it falls. I shriek and jump back as I close my eyes, waiting for the smash, but it never comes. I open my eyes to see Harry smirking at me, the wine bottle in his large hands. 

"Thanks," I mumble, taking the bottle from him.

"No problem, shortie," Harry says, making me punch his shoulder. He laughs and shoves me away gently. I decide to make this a little more interesting. I run around Harry and jump on his back. 

"Ah, what are you doing?" He yells as his body shakes with laughter. 

"I am NOT short," I say, tickling his sides. He giggles uncontrollably and it's one of the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard. 

"O-okay," Harry gasps for air as I continue to tickle him mercilessly. 

"Okay what?" I ask raising my eyebrows as I dig my fingers deeper into his sides. His rumbling laughter fills the room and I can't help but laugh along. 

"You're-you're not sh-short!" Harry finally says and I stop tickling him and slide off his back. He sinks to the ground, breathing heavily as I just laugh at him. That is, until he pulls me down to sit on his lap.

"I am so gonna get you back for that," he whispers in my ear, making my skin tingle. I just laugh and stand up to go check on dinner. About fifteen minutes later, dinner is ready.

After we call everyone in, we all sit down at the table to eat. I'm in between Harry and Robin with Gemma on Robin's other side and Anne on Harry's. We eat the meal and chat about our lives some more. Everyone compliments Harry and I on our cooking and then offers to clean up since we made dinner. I'm about to object when Harry grabs my arm. 

"It's fine, Luce. Let's go for a walk," he says. I agree and go to get changed since I was in my sweatpants all day. I put on a pair of dark Hollister skinny jeans and an orange tank top. I grab my black, zip-up hoodie and walk back to the kitchen.