Hockey and Curls Dont Mix

Hugs Kisses and Secrets

Hey people, how are you this fine day? I'm doing pretty well with updating and I've been writing like crazy, I'm so proud of myself I can't even tell you because I get discouraged easily so after I finish one I start on another so I'll have it done and I've learned that I feel accomplished and that's an amazing feeling for myself, mostly because I'm down on myself a lot so I just want to thank you for reading and making me want to write 😃 thank you so much.

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Chapter Eight

After about a minute of tentative kissing, I pulled away, my eyes fluttered open. Harry looked down on me with a smirk on his face. "Uh.. What was that?" I jumped away from Harry, turning to the stairs to see Hunter with a wide smirk on his face. "U-uh." I looked to Harry for help. "That Hunter is called kissing, which in most cases aren't watched by sneaky friends." He said crossing his arms, I felt my face heat up.

"Oh you kissed huh? See I knew you didn't hate him Mac." Hunter smirked as if he was right the whole time.

"Go upstairs Hunter!" I exclaimed, he laughed whilst running up the stairs, the sound muffled by the shutting of the basement door. "He is such a pest sometimes." I groaned, Harry walked over to me closing all space between us. "I've been waiting to do that.." He said quietly, I could tell his face was starting to swell from the trauma it endured.

"W-waiting to do what?" I asked as if I was ignorant to what he meant. "This.." He leaned down capturing my lips in his own, kissing me slowly and passionately. He pulled away when we both needed air. "That.." He said, a small blush tinting his cheeks. I had a blush I'm sure that matched his, I nodded slowly. "That was..nice.." I admitted. "It was, maybe we can put our past behind us and...maybe start on a new page, maybe one that starts with me taking you on a date?" He asked, I felt my jaw drop. "What about the team? If they found out they'd flip." I said trying to pull away from his embrace but he wouldn't allow it.

"Then we won't let them find out." He said, I bit my lip. "How would that work? I mean, we hate each other?" I told him, he sighed.

"We'll act, I mean I don't hate you, in fact I like you quite a bit." He told me, I felt like a blush would become permanent on my skin.

"I...if I admit I like you, you can't laugh at me!" I pointed a finger in his face, he shook his head, his curls flopping around. "I won't laugh." He nodded for extra assurance. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I, k-kinda might like you quite a bit as well." I said quietly.

"Wait what was that? I don't think I heard you clear enough?" I could hear the smirk in his voice.

I huffed again letting out a small squeak. "I like you too." I said a little louder.

"What? Still can't hear you Mac." He pushed again.

"I like you too!" I nearly shouted, looking up at him. He smiled widely before planting a small kiss on my cheek.

"There we go, now we're getting somewhere." He said softly, I rolled my eyes.

"Don't try to act so smug Styles, I can knock you out." I pulled away when the dryer beeped, I pulled his clothes out and folded them before handing them to him.

"You might as well stay here it's still really bad out and I'm guessing you walked." I said before heading up the stairs with him behind me.

When we got to the top stairs we headed to the living room where Hunter was sleeping on couch covered up to his chin.

"Well guess movies are out as an option." I mumbled, Harry just chuckled. "Guess we can go to my room, I have a mattress set up but it looks like Hunter is down out here and you can take the other mattress." I scratched my arm lightly before we headed up to my room.

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Harry and I ended up talking and laughing, I actually enjoyed his company when it didn't involve hockey or the mention of coach and the team in general.

I looked to the window seeing it was starting to get light. "It's already getting light." I pointed out my window. Harry was sitting on my bed with me, he had somehow managed to con me into holding his hand, I wasn't complaining because his hands are large and warm which is the polar opposite of mine which was small always seemed to be cold.

"It is, that's means it like what? 6 o'clockish?" He asked, I shrugged since I'm usually sleeping when the sun comes up. "We should probably put a new bandage on and get some breakfast." I said pulling my hand away from his and climbing off of my bed and stretching.

"Whatever you say Cap'n." He smiled cheekily, climbing out of my bed as well and stretching all his tendons and his back letting out a small pop, I winced at the noise.

"Doesn't that hurt?" I questioned him incredulously, he looked at me sideways, a confused frown on his lips. "Popping your back, doesn't that hurt?" I asked before slipping on my hockey hoodie, it has my last name and number 15 on it.

"It just happens I guess, it doesn't hurt." He shrugged. We made our way downstairs, Hunter was still passed out on the couch. We tiptoed into the kitchen before starting on Harry's injuries.

I worked quietly as he sat still in front of me. "What happened exactly?" I asked as I applied some numbing solution to his lip. "It was nothing." He said too quickly, I gave him a questioning glance before letting it drop, I'll get it from him eventually. I have my ways.

When I was done I put the first aid kit back in its place and started around the kitchen. "How do pancakes sound?" I asked pulling down the pancake mix. "You're gonna use boxed mix?" He asked looking absolutely horrified. "Um yeah? Why?" I asked he gasped before removing the box from me and putting it back. "We're going to make them homemade." He said before making his way around my kitchen looking for ingredients, to my surprise he managed to find everything he needed.

I watched on in amazement as he made homemade pancakes. "You might want to wake Hunter up, he's gonna want to try these." Harry said as he started plating the pancakes. I looked on in shock before turning to go wake Hunter.

I stood over my best friend, his mouth hung open with loud snores leaving it. "Hunter." I poked his shoulder, he didn't wake up. "Hunter." I said a little louder, he groaned and rolled over facing the back of the couch. "Homemade pancakes." I shouted and he was up. "Pancakes?" He said groggily, I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Harry made them." I said, he smirked at me and wiggled his eyebrows. "Shut up and c'mon."

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