drift • harry styles

Chapter 12

Picture of Iris Mortmaine (Nicola Peltz) at the side >>>>>>>

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"Hmm that was delicious!" Harry exclaimed placing the dishes on the sink.

"I only got to eat four slices!" I huffed and placed my hands on my hips looking sternly at him.

He turned to look at me after he was done washing his hands. He was looking innocently at me but his eyes were full of amusement so I rolled my eyes at him, tapping my right foot on the tiled floor of the kitchen, waiting for his apology.

He placed his index finger and thumb under his chin. He leaned closer then squinted his eyes examining my face then his gaze moved from my face down to my body then up to my face again.

I felt myself blush from what he did so I looked away.

"It's because you were slow, babe." He teased.

I opened my mouth to protest but was cut midway when Harry suddenly placed his hands on the kitchen counter on both sides of my body trapping me.

"H-Hey!" I looked away once he started to lean closer.

He chuckled, "What?"

"Why do you keep on doing this?" I asked almost in a whisper, feeling my cheeks turned red as the seconds ticked by.

"This?" He whispered seductively then inched his head forward. I shrieked then cover my face using my hands before his lips could touch mine.

I heard him laugh. I peeked through my hands, I saw him biting his lower lip as he tried to control his laughter but he failed.

I removed my hands from my face before glaring at him and crossing my arms over my chest but he just laughed even more.

His dimples were prominent, I felt the urge to poke them using my index finger but decided against it.

"S-sorry!" He said as he wiped the corners of his eyes.

I rolled my eyes at him and stared at his date tattoo at the top of his chest just below his neck 7-18-74.

I wondered what it means.

He was wearing a white v-neck shirt. The black inks under his shirt were somehow visible but I still couldn't tell what they were.

"Maybe. . ." I suddenly looked up at him when I heard him speak,  meeting his forest green eyes. ". . .It's because I like seeing you up close." He winked, answering my question awhile ago.

My cheeks turned red again to what he said so I broke our eye contact and just stared at the floor.

"So. . ." He leaned away and stepped away from me. "What do you want to do tonight? It's just 8 pm." I looked up at him checking if he was serious or not but he seemed serious and he seemed excited as well.

I furrowed my eyebrows "Are you serious?"

He frowned a little "Of course, Alice!" he sighed "So what do you want to do tonight?" he asked again smiling excitedly at me.

I shrugged, "I'm tired to do something exciting. I'd like to go upstairs to my bedroom and sleep." I looked up at him and saw that he frowned.

"Maybe tomorrow." I added then smiled at him.