A New Love

Five

I sat talking with Joy at some bar. She was going on about some guy she had just met and how great he was. I pretended to listen and looked around in boredom.

Suddenly, hands gripped my waist and I smiled. I turned around and was promptly greeted by a kiss. I opened my eyes, expecting to see Alex's brown eyes, but was shocked to see they were green.

I fell out of my seat. My eyes shot open before I hit the ground.

I sat up and looked around. Clutter surrounded me. I was in my new room. I pressed a hand to my chest. My heart was beating faster than normal. It had all been a dream. It felt so real though.

I ran my hands over my face and shook my head to try to clear my thoughts. It was perfectly normal to dream about someone you had spent the night with before, right? But dreaming about kissing them probably wasn't. A feeling of guilt settled in my stomach even though dreams didn't really mean much. Most of the time they were bullshit. I mean, come on. Did I think that me dreaming about a rabbit jumping onto my head meant something? I didn't think so.

I flung away my blanket and grabbed my phone to check the time. Nine AM. I didn't have to work today, so I could finish unpacking and organizing all my stuff. Not that fun. Maybe I could convince Alex to help me. I pushed that thought out of my mind as the guilt returned. Maybe later. After I had forgotten how a certain dream made me feel.

I changed into my favorite pair of shorts and a tank top. Judging from the amount of sunlight coming in through the window, today was going to be hot. I brushed my hair out and pulled it up into a bun to keep it out of the way.

I found my toothbrush and toothpaste amid my things and went to the bathroom. Harry's door was closed so I assumed he was still asleep.

Imagine my surprise when I saw him standing in front of the sink, brushing his teeth. His hair stuck up at odds ends. Adorable.

I stopped in my tracks, but he waved me in. It was a little awkward getting into the groove of things when living with a new person. I would get used to this eventually.

I wet my brush, squeezed toothpaste onto it, and wet it again. I made sure to keep my mouth shut so that I would not make a mess.

We stood side by side in silence, save for the brushing sounds. It wasn't like we could talk. Unless I wanted to spit foam everywhere.

Harry finished before me, spitting the foam into the sink, rinsing his toothbrush, and raising his eyebrows in what seemed like a form of 'see you outside.'

After brushing my teeth and finishing up my face routine, I went into the kitchen to clean up the mess we left from last night. To my surprise, I found it had all been cleaned by Harry.

I turned to him. "I said I was going to clean it."

He shrugged from his seat on the couch. "Guess I beat you to the punch," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes. I noticed he had an orange in his hand that he was peeling.

"Any plans for today?"

"I need to run some errands and unpack everything. It's gonna be a productive day."

"Do you need any help? I'm not doing anything," he offered, popping a slice into his mouth.

"Oh," I blinked at him, "if you're fine with doing a little work, then sure. By all means."

Harry smiled. "I'm not afraid to get a little dirty."

I tried to smile back, but instead turned around and began walking to my room as the word "dirty" kept repeating in my head. "I'll get my keys. We can take my car." Dirty dirty dirty.