A New Love

Nineteen

Your POV
I closed my textbook in relief. I had done half of my homework so far, which was pretty surprising. My stomach rumbled and I couldn't remember when I had last eaten. I went out to the kitchen. I think I had some leftover pasta.

Harry was sitting on the sofa with a whole slew of papers spread out before him on the coffee table. He was biting the end of his pen, looking deep in thought, so I didn't say anything as I walked behind him. I opened up the fridge, took out the pasta, and placed it in the microwave.

When I turned around, I just about jumped a mile high. Harry was leaning against the table.

I placed a hand over my chest. "You scared the shit out of me! Why do you always do that?"

He smirked. "I'll try to stomp my feet next time."

I smiled and nodded to the papers. "You doing homework?"

Harry didn't say anything, just started walking towards me. What was he doing? I stepped backwards until my back hit the fridge. He placed either hand against it, effectively trapping me. He licked his lips and leaned in close to my ear. "There are so many other things I'd rather be doing right now." His lips trailed kisses down my neck.

I felt one of his cool hands travel up my thigh. Higher and higher and—

"Y/N...Y/N...hello..."

I blinked out of my daydream and back to the present. I was sure I was blushing hard.

Harry was still by the table, a questioning look on his face. "Where did you go?"

I cleared my throat. "Sorry. I was thinking about something."

"I could tell by the dazed look on your face. I thought you were going to pass out for a second. Your food is done by the way."

"Oh. Thank you." I took out the pasta and set it down on the table. "Did you want some?"

Harry shook his head. "Nah. I'm good. Are you going to the party tonight?"

"At the frat house? I think so. Why? Are you going?" Damn, what's with all the questions.

He stood up and for a second I thought he was walking towards me. He was just going to the living room. "I am. I guess I'll see you there."

I watched him sit down and become engrossed in his work as I ate my pasta. I had it bad.

I started getting ready in the bathroom. I plugged in my straightener and began doing my makeup while waiting for it to heat up.

I carefully drew my eyeliner and coated my lashes with mascara. My hand hovered just above the straightener to check the temperature. It was ready to go. I pinned up more than half of my hair and grabbed a section of it.

I saw Harry hovering in the doorway of the bathroom, watching me straighten my hair. "You can come in if you want," I told him and moved over. "There's plenty of room."

"I just need to fix up my hair a bit and shave if that's okay," he replied.

I laughed and moved on to the next section. "It's your bathroom, too. You don't need to ask for permission to use it."

The counter was long enough to accommodate both of us. I swept my makeup and products off to the right side. Harry stood on the left-hand side because that's where the sink was.

Through the mirror, I made sure the back bottom of my hair was straight. I let down some more of my hair and grabbed a small section.

Harry opened one of the drawers and pulled out his shaving cream and razor. He turned on the faucet and began rubbing the cream on his face. His eyes flickered to mine and I quickly looked away. I needed to stop staring at him.