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INDIRA DEBATED ON whether on not to post the video of her with the crown of hearts on her snapchat.
Too risque, she countered.
Was it pathetic of her to think that she would exchange socials with Harry, given the potential chance of him seeing the post?
Definitely pathetic.
Her thumb hovered over the X to erase the picture, biting the inside of her bottom lip as she continued to berate herself on Harry's couch.
Oh, screw it, she sighed, pressing on the button to post it to her story.
His deep English accent echoed through the house. "What are you huffing and puffing about over there?"
Indira shut off her phone. "Nothing," she said much to her chagrin. She could see his humorous grin plastered on his face as if he knew exactly the kind of silly thoughts she was thinking.
Harry turned his back on her to finish cooking up the late dinner, and she went ahead to stick her little tongue out at him.
Indira had only arrived at his house about a half hour ago. The urge to see him again was like an itch she couldn't scratch. He had proposed her a deal that left the decision completely up to her—which all in all she thought was fair. And if she was going to be completely honest with herself, she did want to see him again. After she spent most of the day with him during his photoshoot gig, she realized just how much she enjoyed being around him. Harry was silly when he wanted to be and super charming all around.
"Would you like to eat on the couch?" He asked as he approached her with two plates in his large ringed hands.
"Oh no, we can sit at the table. I wouldn't want to ruin them," she replied sheepishly.
Harry barely gave the option a second thought, handing her her plate of food. "You wouldn't ruin them. If you did, I could always get new ones."
Indira wanted to reply, but was too hungry to do so. Harry glanced at her then chuckled to himself.
"What?" She bit into a piece of chicken.
"Sometimes you're just so hard to read," he said with a strange smile.
"Okay, Edward Cullen," she mocked, continuing to eat.
"But unlike the melodramatic Edward Cullen, I can read you at the best of times." Harry looked at her briefly from under his eyelashes. Indira was awestruck at the information he spoke. She would have never thought he would ever dive into a book like Twilight.
For a few minutes, they sat in a comfortable silence as they ate their plate of food. Indira kindly asked for a second plate since she's barely eaten a thing the entire day. She absolutely hated working open to close.
