The Step Father's Assistant (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Ten

Once they had arrived at Gemma's house, they walked inside; Harry looking around at the place, nodding in amusement. "Nice place.." he hummed, following Gemma into the kitchen.

"Thanks babes." She grinned and pulled out a bottle of wine and whiskey. "What's your choice of poison?" She giggled out.

Harry snickered and pointed to the wine bottle. "I'll choose that one." He hummed and leaned against the counter, biting his lip.

Harry watched as Gemma pulled out two glasses and passed him one once it was filled. "Wine it is." Gemma wiggled her eyebrows and grinned.

Harry took the glass and smiled softly. "what do you do around here, Gemma?" He asked before taking his glass

"Honestly I just moved back from college, so I'm getting settled again. Mainly I hang out with friends and visit some family. My mum's pretty glad I'm home." Gemma laughed and sipped her wine as she plonked herself down on the counter.

Harry smiled softly. "That's quite nice... Is it good to be back home?" He asked as he twirled the fluid in his glass around.

Gemma nodded and groaned. "You wouldn't believe! I've been gone from home for years. I lived with my dad until I went to college and now here I am." She laughed and pulled some cookies out of the cabinet.

Harry laughed and poured them more wine. "But now you're back and you just happen to be spending it with me." He smirked.

Gemma hummed. "Yeah I am, you're nice and cute." She laughed and nibbled on her cookies, hopping off the counter. "Would you be interested in a game of air hockey? I'm quite good." She winked.

Harry grinned. "Oh your on. I'm quite competitive." He laughed and followed Gemma to the arcade that she had in her house.

Gemma laughed. "I am too, it's on Harold." She smirked and started the game.

Harry concentrated as he watched the puck go back and forth, aiming for the goal near Gemma. "What does the winner get?" He asked

Gemma thought for a moment and hummed. "That's up to you to choose. If I win, you tell me about yourself. And don't spare any details." She giggled.

Harry pouted softly and looked up at Gemma. "I don't talk about myself, you're lucky I even told you my name." He chuckled and smirked.

Gemma rolled her eyes. "Well a bet is a bet mister. So if I win, that's my prize." She grinned and slammed the hockey puck into Harry's goal, smirking.

Harry snickered and started the game once again, bickering back and forth to one another. They learnt more things about each other, like how Gemma didn't have sex on the first date so that blew Harry's chances.

Harry scored the winning goal and cheered loudly. "I win! Thank you for playing!" He chirped and bowed down.

Gemma got on her knees and began bowing while laughing. "The king of air hockey, what do I owe thee?" She giggled.

Harry raised his eyebrows and went up to Gemma rubbing her cheek lightly. "I think I want more wine."

Gemma smiled and stood up looking at Harry. "I can do that.." she whispered and walked to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle and poured him another glass

Harry followed behind and sat on the counter. "Why thank you.." He chuckled before taking a sip.

Gemma laughed softly. "Sorry if I'm weird, I'm a bit of a nerd." She blushed and looked over at Harry nervously.

Harry couldn't help but hum in amusement. "Is this why we haven't gone to your bedroom yet?"

Gemma nibbled on her lip and nodded slowly. "Y-yeah.. and I told you i just don't fuck on the first date." She laughed shyly.