Graysons POV
Watching the football is the last last thing I can fucking think of right now. What the fuck was last night?
"You good?", Jack shoots me a puzzled look from the other sofa.
"Peachy" I say back with a clenched jaw.
My eyes fixed on the TV in front but i'm not actually seeing anything. All I can think of is last night. Harper must think i'm some sort of freak. I'm always calm and cool. The one that can provide comfort for others. So what now? I cant cope with eating a little too much anymore because I turn into - whatever THAT was. Fuck no. I shift in my seat while trying to rationalize everything.
"You know it's okay to be sick right", Her words infiltrating my mind.
I've never experienced that kind of comfort like I did yesterday and I can't lie and say it didn't add gasoline to the fire I feel for Harp.
Placing my hand on the top of my stomach I try to relax back into the sofa. The weight of my hand on my aching stomach relieves me temporarily, but it's not enough. I slip my hand under my t-shirt and rub gently while watching the game. Last time I eat at that bloody place.
** some time later **
"Get in!!" Jack screams jumping up.
Jumping up from my nap I sigh when realizing the sudden disturbance is just Jack's celebrations.
Glancing at the screen. Oh shit we won. I barrel towards Jack and we celebrate our victory. Grinning and jumping around the room I set my eyes on Harper who's cooking something. Our eyes meet and shes laughing. I shout over the noise of Jack and the TV, "When did you get here?"
Harper's POV
"When you was in a food coma." I teased. Looking at the table full of fries and nacho cheese. I knew he most likely hadn't had much if not any of it though. When I arrived at Jack's, Gray was stretched out on the sofa, One hand behind his head and the over under his shirt placed right on his stomach. It looked like it was back to normal.
"Whatcha' cooking?" Jack asks while turning down the TV.
"Just making up some Chicken Alfredo and veggies for the week," I smile.
Ever since I can remember I've always cooked for the week, I enjoy it.
Grinning Jack grabs a handful of the laid out cheese and shovels it in his mouth. "I love it when you come over Herp, have I ever told you that?"
"Jack don't be so gross. Wash your hands, I don't know where they've been" I hold my hands up in disgust.
Grayson let's out a chuckle and pats Jack on the back. "She got you there bud."
"Dinners ready in 5, help yourself there's plenty and more" I smile proudly.
The door opens and in walks Alison. I liked Alison, she's definitely my favourite from the select my brother has picked in the past.
"Hey babe," Jack plants a kiss on her cheek.
"Hi, we're just about to have dinner, grab a plate" I smile.
I look over at Grayson who looks a little sheepish. I try to catch his gaze and see what's going on but he's looking everywhere but my direction.
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Belly Capacity
Short StoryI look down at my plate seeing I had ploughed through almost all of it without realising until my stomach felt like it was ready to pop. Fuck, when did these jeans start feeling like the buttons ready to pop. I crack open another beer, again letting...
