Wayfaring Stranger

Wayfaring Stranger (Chapter 4)

CHAPTER 4:

Harry’s POV

I had invited Larissa for dinner at my flat. I was doing the final touch to the pasta when the doorbell rang through the flat, running up to the door I opened it and there she was with a smile on her face, wearing a short peach dress with a cardigan, she looked beautiful. “Hey, I brought some wine!” 

 

“That’s great I said greeting her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and directing her into the kitchen. Ever since the kiss on the streets a few days ago we have talked and texted everyday we have met a few times and shared a few sweet kisses, but never have we talked about where we are going. 

 

She prompted into the counter. “So what’s the plan for tonight?” 

 

“Some good home made pasta, and a movie. Sounds good?” I said turning off the stove and putting a portion of the pasta on each bowl.

 

“Sounds perfect!” she said. Dropping from the counter and coming my way she engulfed me into a hug from behind. “Could you give me a hug?” she said, turning around I opened my arms and held her. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked knowing that something must have happened to her. She looked up at me and smiled and nodded. “It’s just that I had a really tough time today at work, the client didn’t like the idea for the new commercial and they freaked out and ufff… I hate my job; I don’t like having to please everybody when it’s my art that is being involved. You know?” 

Nodding I crushed her against my chests and told her “I understand perfectly because in the writing process of the album it all felt wrong because like you said we were trying to please everybody and not ourselves. However, if you hate your job you should really be more positive about your meeting tomorrow with Ed. Because in all honesty, Larissa you are so talented that you will go far and with the help of Ed he is going to give you the freedom to be yourself and just fly with your music so high that you will reach the stars and maybe even the planets.” Giggling she looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Do you really think so?”  Smiling down at her and pecking her lips I responded “I know so, baby. But, now we should eat this pasta before it gets cold.” grabbing my plate and her hand I directed her to the living room, knowing that this girl was going far, very very far. 

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Harry’s POV

After our talk we made ourselves cosy into the sofa each of us on the opposite end with our legs entwined one with the other, eating our pasta with a glass of wine and watching a movie.

 

“Harry, this pasta is delicious you should make it for me more often…” she said smiling into her almost empty plate. Laughing “sure babe, I’ll make it whenever you want.”

 

Dropping her fork in the plate and looking me straight in the eyes she smirked “I like that…”

 

“What?” I asked not following her line of thought.

 

“I like the idea of you making it whenever I want, hmm what if I’m craving something else… Something sweet?” she said. Laying her plate on the coffee table she started crawling towards me, hovering above me.

 

When she was straddling my hips I looked right into her eyes and saw how her eyes were full with lust. Not helping the smirk that formed on my lips I asked, “I don’t cook desserts baby, I only do pasta.” Pouting towards my words she said “that’s so sad but I think of something better than dessert that it’s also really sweet…”

 

“Yeah? And what is that?” I whispered huskily, as our lips were mere inches apart.

 

Smiling at me she looked from my eyes to my lips and back again to my eyes and then she leaned closer and our lips met in the most passionate we have ever had. Letting my hand trail up her legs to her thighs and up to her bum I pushed her crotch closer to mind earning a moan from her.

 

One of her hands were in my hair pulling and tugging making me groan into the kiss, while the other was on my chest and slowly going south until she reached the hem of my shirt and my belt. Laying her hand, half inside my pants and half outside she would just trail my happy trail teasing me in the most horrible way.

 

Pulling away from her lips and reaching her ear I whispered “You. Are. Such. A. Tease.” kissing behind her ear she giggled and moaned and whispering her now in my ear she said, “I know I am, and you are loving it.”