Starbucks Lovers (L.S)

8

We finish up eating our food and decide that we have had enough of this chaos for tonight so we decide to go back to my place. This is also where my surprise, and plan, comes into the picture.

My car is filled with laughter and noice as we drive back. There's absolutely no hidden tension or awkwardness left and I'm just enjoying myself now. I'm really happy Harry agreed to come back to my place because I really didn't want to say goodbye to him just yet. Besides I haven't kissed him yet either and those plump lips of his just look so inviting. I've had the want to just grab his face and kiss him so many times tonight already and I plan on doing something about it later at some point.

After a while, which seems really short in Harry's company, of driving, we arrive back at my house. It's nothing too impressive really, but it does have its charms - plus my surprise which always comes as a shock to people when they see it for the first time.

I open the car door for Harry to step out before taking his hand in mine and leading him up to the front porch where I open the door. He steps in first and I follow after and close the door.

He looks around and admires the place for a couple of moments, a smile clear on his face the whole time. Hopefully he's impressed.

"I really like your house." He compliments and touches one of my paintings gently with his fingertips. "Why thank you." I bow formally and he chuckles.

"I'm guessing the trunks you asked me to bring aren't gonna be used then?" Harry then turns around and looks rather sad at that. But, oh, is he in for a surprise. "Why would you think that?" I smirk at him and he looks confused back at me.

"Because we're at your house now? Are we going out again?" He frowns, which is adorable by the way.

"Nope." I smile knowingly, and his face is just full on confusion right now.

"Wait, I'm lost now." He chuckles at my weird behavior, but I just grab his hand and start dragging him through the house.

"You'll see." We go through a last door that opens out to the back yard. It's pitch black since it's late night, so you can't really see anything which is why Harry's face remains confused at first. That is until I find the switch on the wall and suddenly the whole back yard is lit up revealing a, what I would call, rather big pool. At one side of the pool is a small jacuzzi and thin lantern lamps are surrounding the pool the entire way around.

Harry stands in awe for quite a long time, and my anticipation runs out at last. "So? What do ya think?" I gesture to the pool.

"Oh my God," Are the only words that leave his mouth at first until he gathers himself. "How the hell did you afford this?"

"Is that really the first thing you wanna say?" I laugh at him and he shrugs sheepishly back, still in shock. "Well, I always wanted a pool when I was little and then one day Nialler and I decided to make one ourselves in my back yard. So, we asked some friends to help and voila." I smile proudly at our project. It's not often my projects and dreams actually come true, but I guess this was a one-time-wonder.

"You wanna go in?"

I'm actually very nervous to hear his answer since he could just as well say no, but luckily he seems to agree very easily. "I would love to! But isn't it cold?" He looks warily at the water.

"I can warm it up a little, but we'll have to either move or use body warmth for the heat." I smirk at him and he immediately gets my intentions and smirks back.

"I vote for the ladder."

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I show Harry to the bathroom so he can change into swimwear and go into my room to do the same myself. I get done first so I walk outside, a bathrobe around me and another one in my hand for Harry. I do have some class you know.

Harry steps out a few moments later and my eyes instantly fall on his stomach, scanning over his evident six pack and all those tattoos on his belly.

"I really like the butterfly." I can't help as the words escape my mouth when he stops in front of me. Harry blushes faintly and tries to change the topic quickly. "Thanks. Do you have tattoos, well other than the ones on your arms?"

"I do actually, but not a lot." I pull off my rope and drop it to the ground revealing my half naked body. Harry stands speechless for a couple of seconds before his fingers move up to trace my chest tattoo that spells out 'it is what it is'.

"Wow, I didn't expect that, but I'm not disappointed that's for sure." He ends his sentence with a smirk playing across his face.

I lick my lips and I can't even tell how strong my desire for his lips is right now. I could just grab him and have my way with him right here and now. But, I want this to go perfectly, so I have to wait for the right time. Even though it kills me.

We just stand there for quite a long time, starring and admiring each other until I'm brought out of my gaze by Harry yelling. "Last in the pool is a looser!" He quickly and swiftly runs to the edge of the pool before he canon-balls in. The water splashes everywhere and he comes to the surface again after a few seconds. He whips his, now, wet hair back when he's over the water again, and I swear he could be a model.

Harry calls my name and that's when I realized I haven't moved from my spot. I blush and quickly cover it when I run to the pool and follow Harry's action by jumping in. When I get to the surface of the water Harry is closer to me than I had expected and I almost have a shock.

"Hi." He whispers as he lays his hands on each side of my waist tightly.

"Hi." I smile back, my heart pumping in my chest, as I decide to be brave and jump up to tangle my legs around his stomach and lower back. He's surprised at my action at first, but quickly situates himself to adjust to our position. "What about, the first to get in the pool owes me a kiss instead?"

I can feel Harry's breath against my lips, our noses gently touching each other as we both breath deeply. "Pft, you wish." Harry rolls his eyes playfully.

I know he's kidding so I decide to tag along and I try acting offended. I then proceed to push myself off of Harry the same time I push him down so his head goes under the water. He rushes up again before I can manage to get away and grabs me from behind before pulling me down along with himself. He holds me tightly under the water and once again we're very close when we get up. We're directly against the side of the pool, so Harry grabs my thighs tenderly and tangles them around his own waist before pushing me lightly up against the side of the pool.

I gasp as the next words leave his mouth. This is actually about to happen. "It's very not like me to kiss someone on a first date."

"Well, it's very not like me to like someone this much on a first date, so guess we'll both try something new then." My eyes find his and we share a longing look before he slowly brings his head forward.

The next second our lips make contact for the first time. And let me tell you, it is magical.