I'm Almost Perfect

Weird shit is going on

Avery's POV:

I went to the bathroom and changed out of my soaked clothes. The heater was turned on, giving me some warmth as I sighed in relief. My mind was still in a blur as everything happened so quickly. I changed out and sniffed the shirt Harry gave me before slipping it on. Don't judge me for sniffing his shirt, it smells really good.Harry's shirt was really big and it ended slightly below my knee. Well, he is quite a big guy and I can't deny that. My hair was still quite wet so I took a nice,fluffy towel from a stack of neatly-stacked towels. I let out  a small laugh at how neat and clean everything was, which was what I didn't expect from a teen guy. Taking a look at myself, I made sure that I looked okay and that nothing was um showing.

A fragrant smell filled the house as I stepped out of the bathroom. Harry wasn't in the living room and there was some noise coming from the kitchen so he was probably in the kitchen. Unless it's a robber, then I'm screwed and I'll probably like die. I made it down the flight of stairs safely, glad that my clumsiness hasn't tried to kill me yet, finding two mugs on the island of the kitchen. As I walked closer, I noticed it was filled with piping hot tea that Harry probably made just now. Unless it's the robber that decided to have an accomplice and decided to have some tea while planning a way to kill me and take my money. Hell, I don't even have my wallet with me and now I'm just going to die for no reason.  Well, my wallet IS in my bag but I don't even know where that is. Oh god, my imagination is running wild again someone help me. Just as I was about to reach for one of the mugs, there was a sudden pop that came from the toaster. I jumped what seemed like ten feet off the ground as a wild Harry appears.

He wasn't exactly wild but whatever it sounded funny to me. He didn't notice I was sitting on one of the tall stools and staring at him. I'm weird, don't judge. He took the toast and added some butter on it, sprinkling some sugar and cinnamon on top of the butter. He finally turned around and was a bit shocked seeing me just staring at him all of a sudden. "How are you feeling? Do you feel warmer? Do you need me to make it warmer for you?" were some of the questions Harry started asking but I was focused on the sight of the toast. I kept nodding my head as a reply to each of Harry's questions. While I was nodding my head continuously, a loud growl erupted from my stomach like it was some monster that wanted to be unleashed. "You're hungry aren't you Ave?" Harry asked with a smirk as I instantly nodded my head furiously. He let out a laugh before saying "Well,bon appétit princess". Let's just say that that monster in my stomach was unleashed as I wolfed down the delicious food he made for me.

Harry's POV:

It was amusing watching such a petite person wolf down food. I was distracted by how she looked in my shirt and I cannot deny the fact that I did feel something seeing her in my clothes. I just don't know what I felt but I definitely felt something and I liked it. My thoughts were cut off by a loud and manly burp. "Oops, excuse me. I never thought it would come out that loud and scary," Avery said. I didn't reply though as the thought of how cute she looked after letting out that burp distracted me. All of a sudden, there was a small hand waving frantically in front of my face. "Hello,Harry? Are you there? Helloooo? Is anyone home?," Avery said while tapping my forehead. I just laughed at how weird she was but mostly because she was just too adorable. Wait, why am I calling her cute and adorable? She's my weird best friend. BEST FRIEND. After knocking some sense into myself, I took Ave's plate and set in the sink. "I'll just wash it later," I thought to myself. The feeling earlier was coming back and I had to keep reminding myself that she was just a best friend and nothing more.

Avery's POV:

Harry has been daydreaming a lot lately and it kind of creeps me out. Most of the time he just stares at my face and the thoughts rushing through my mind are like "Is there a pimple on my face? Did i get food on my face? Is there something wrong with my face? Or is it just my face?". I was getting bored as Harry was really quiet today, way opposite of the loud and obnoxious little brat he is. He isn't really obnoxious but whatever I like to describe him with extreme words. Plopping down on the couch, I flicked through the channels. 5 minutes had already passed and I was still looking for a good show to settle on. For an impatient person like me, 5 minutes is quite a while. Finally, I settled on Keeping Up With The Kardashians. Their lives are way more exciting than mine anyways. Harry was still in a daze. What a weird kid.

Author's note:

erhmarhgawd heyyyy it's been a while like a while and I'm so sorry. I just kinda get caught up in doing other stuff than writing and idek why like I really want to write but I just never end up writing. This chapter took quite a while to write cause my brain stops functioning after like five sentences and it irritates me. Also, I wanna congratulate ActuallyFallen_ for 5.6k reads like yassss you go girl.If you don't read her book then do so okay get her to like 6k or even a million if you can cause I admire her work a lot. Idk when the next chap will be up but I'm gonna try must best to write it asap cause school is a sucker.byeeeezssss