Between The Lines

Chapter 12

CARLY'S POV

I crept toward the door, not really thinking of looking through the peep hole or putting my chain lock on.

I opened the door and was in shock to see Harry standing in front of me.

"Harry?" I mumble quizzically.

He pushes past me and slams the door shut.

I stand in the entrance of the kitchen and he turns to look at me.

He takes a few steps toward me gathers my hands in his. His hands are huge compared to mine and for a split second, I thought he was going to hurt me. Instead, he pushes me into the living room, his chest against mine.

He stops when we hit the living room wall. "Harry." I repeat. "What are you-"

He cuts me of mid-sentence by kissing me. Our tongues dance together and I push him back a bit when I feel his slide across my lower lip.

"Harry." I pant. He guides me to the couch, his large hands covering my hips.

I sit down and he takes a seat beside me. "I'm sorry about last night." He confesses."I came to make it up to you."

"By pinning me up against my living room wall and kissing me passionately? That's not going to fix it!" I try to keep my voice down but it's not working too well. "Where were you anyway?"

"I was with Andy, drinking." He looks down at the floor guiltily.

"If you didn't want to go out, you could've told me." I tell him softly.

"I did. I'm the one who asked you. I lost track of time and passed out. I would've called you but I didn't have your number." He explains quickly.

I nod. He looks at me, but I don't answer. "Let's go out to eat now. I'll make it up to you."

I look down at my sweatpants and then back at him. "I wasn't really planning on going anywhere today."

He nods and rises from the couch. He makes his way toward the door and I don't dare turn around. I look down at the floor and wait for the sound of the door closing. Instead, I hear a rumbling sound from the kitchen and I get up to see what he's doing.

When I get to the entrance of the small kitchen, he has a box of spaghetti in his hand.

"Where are your pots?" He questions.

"Why?" I ask stupidly.

"If you can't go out, then they come in." He tells me.

"That doesn't make any sense." I laugh.

"I'm making you dinner." He explains.

"Harry-" I start to object.

"Here is it." He pulls out a pan from the cupboard and starts to fill it up with water.

"Wow, you actually know what to do." I tease him.

"There's instructions on the box." He confesses and I let out a small laugh.

I walk over to the cupboard and pull out another pot. I reach up to a shelf above my head and pull out a jar of spaghetti sauce.

Harry sets the pot of water on a burner and turns it on high. I feel his eyes take over me as I pour the sauce contents into the pot. I walk past him and set my pot on the burner next to his.

For a few seconds, it was awkward and silent. I pull out my phone and slide my finger across the screen. I open my contacts and hand my phone to Harry.