Beneath the willow (H.S)

Chapter four

I wake up to the smell of coffee and pancakes. As I stretch I notice the bed I'm in isn't mine and the clothes I'm in aren't mine as well.

After taking a look around the room, I remember I'm at Harry's, and had fallen asleep on his couch.
I slip out of his comfy king bed and make my way to the kitchen.
Following a hallway that lead into the living room which was right beside the kitchen.

"Morning." Harry says glancing back at me from the stove with a smile.

"Good morning, what are you making?" I ask as I slide into a seat at the island. He turns around showing me pancakes in the pan he was holding.

"Yummy." I smile, excited to taste his cooking even if it's only pancakes. He lightly laughs and continues cooking.
I look back into the living room after the TV catches my attention and notice a blanket and pillow on the long couch.

"Harry, you didn't have to sleep on the couch. I would've been fine." I say, feeling guilty that he had to sleep on the couch while I slept in his extremely comfy bed.

"It's fine, really. The couch is actually really comfortable." He says, setting a plate of pancakes in front of me.
I stare at him for a moment and he just stares back.

"Next time I'll sleep on the couch." I finally speak, he raises his eyebrows at me and smirks.

"So there will be a next time?" He asks, and I give him a dumbfounded look.

"Uh, duh. If I didn't plan on actually being around you I wouldn't have practically forced you to hang out with me last night. Sorry I passed out on you by the way." I laugh, he rolls his eyes but smiles as he passes me the syrup and a fork. I take both, thanking him before I drench my pancakes in the sugary goodness.

"It's okay, that you fell asleep. As soon as I got you upstairs and changed out of your jeans and shirt I passed out too." My cheeks get hot as soon as the words left his mouth. He changed me? Like seen me in only my bra and underwear?

"I didn't molest you or anything by the way, if that's what got you so deep in thought." He adds, washing his hands before joining me at the island with his own plate of food. I shake my head and let out a small laugh.

"No I don't think you did, I was just thinking, about how you seen my body and still somehow wanna talk to me." I say, nervous to even be having this conversation. I understand how childish it is to feel that way, eventually it has to be brought up, right? I really like harry and want to give this relationship thing a go with him but my body and my insecurities have held me back from so much.
And I know, eventually he's going to want to have sex.

"What do you mean?" He sets his fork on his plate, not caring that he was about to eat a bite of his pancakes.

I gulp, not expecting him to want to actually have this conversation.
"I dunno, I just thought-"

"Stop, just stop right there okay? Before you piss me off." He snaps and begins to angrily eat his pancakes. I stare at him, confused but more shocked than anything.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." I say softly. I stare at my food, I've lost my appetite.

"No, I- fuck. I didn't mean to come off as mean or anything I just don't want you to talk down on yourself. Ever. If I didn't find every inch of you attractive I wouldn't have asked you out that day at speedway." He explains, grabbing my hand in his.
I nod, unsure of what to say. I've never been in a relationship I don't know how to handle these kind of conversations.

"Please say something?" Harry ask, his hand still holding mine.
He stares at me as I try and figure out what to say.

"Thank you."

"Well that's not what I was expecting but I'll take it." He jokes, as he shoves a bite of pancakes in his mouth.
I giggle and empty the rest of my food into the trash before setting the plate into the sink. I notice he has a couple dishes built up and the good friend in me begins to wash them.

I get two plates in before the sponge is snatched from my hand, soap foam flying everywhere.

"Harry!" I yell as I soap flies into my hair and on my shirt along with Harry's. He smiles sheepishly at me and dip my hands into the soapy water, then fling them at harry, splashing him and getting him even more wet.
He stares at me in shock for a second, then returns the favor and it starts a water fight.

We fling water everywhere it can reach, and by the time we're finished I'm soaked from head to toe.

"Well, this definitely wasn't my intention, but it was still fun." Harry laughs, he attempts to walk out of the kitchen and slips, grabbing air as he falls with a loud thud.

"Oh my god." He groans quietly as he lays there for a second. I stand over him, letting out a loud laugh, wheezing as I fall beside him. My legs giving out from laughing so hard.

"Hey, it's not funny I could've died!" He whines, making me laugh harder.
He playfully glares at me then slowly stands up again.

I finally pull it together and follow him as he walks to his bedroom.
He walks over to his dresser and pulls out two plain black T-shirt's and throws one at me.

"I could just throw my clothes from yesterday back on, so you don't dirty all your shirts." I offer holding the large T-shirt.

"What are your plans for today?" He ignores my comment and begins to change his shirt in front of me. I try and focus on replying but his body catches me off guard.
Everything about him is so perfect it's almost fucking annoying.

"Uh, nothing." I force myself to look away from his so I can finally respond.

"Well you wanna hang out and i dunno watch some Netflix all day?" He timidly asks, not looking at me but at his feet instead. I can't help but smile at how bashful he gets whenever he asks me to hang out with him.

"Yeah, that sounds good to me." I say, walking out of his room to his bathroom, I change my shirt and remove the soaked sweats then realize I don't have a change of pants.

"Hey harry, could I possibly get some more sweats?" I call out into the hallway, cracking the door only enough to see out of it.

A few moments later harry comes out of his room with more sweats, a smirk evident on his face. Confident harry has returned.

"Awh I thought you were gonna walk around in just my shirt today." He jokes, I roll my eyes and reach out to take the pants from harry but he yanks them back.

"Ah, ah, ah. What's the magic word?" He says waving the pants away from me.

"Suck my ass."

"No that's not it, but good guess."

"Harry I swear to god, please give me the pants." My legs begin to get cold from being bare for so long.

He acts like he can't hear me and begins to walk away.

"I don't know the magic word! Give me a hint!" I plead with him, he stops in his tracks and looks over his shoulder.

"It's what you'd call your father."

"Oh what the fuck harry I am not calling you that."

"Fine, I guess you don't want the pants that bad then." He smirks and shrugs, as he starts to walk away again I begin to really think about if I should just give in.

"Fine, daddy can I please have the pants." I mumble, embarrassed that I even used that word. I step away from the door as my cheeks get hot and it quickly opens.

"Here you are." Harry's grin is so big it looked like it would crack his face in half. I take the pants and quickly slip them on.
I let out a light laugh, and shake my head.

"Let's go watch some freaking movies already."