Tokyo Drift || HS

34 || A Surprise Visit

HARRY AND I SPENT the night on our own personal cloud-nine. Reveling in the feel of each other. Finally satisfying the dream of him that has been relentlessly haunting me for months.

I fell asleep wrapped in his arms while he traced and memorized every part of my body. I'm positive I could have stayed that way forever.

I would have remained that way in the morning too if it weren't for the fact that I woke up to Harry's body stirring and a disoriented "Oh fuck" when he realized he was supposed to be doing two radio interviews over the computer.

He rushes out of bed and grabs a random robe from his closet before walking into the music room and calling in over his laptop.

I find the whole thing quite laughable. Only Harry could wear a fluffy purple bathrobe with nothing on underneath during an interview and it somehow be classified as endearing.

When he's done, he walks into his room and crawls back into bed with me - neither of us want to move in hope of postponing the day as long as possible.

When our growling stomachs can take it no more, we get out of the tangle of cotton sheets. Harry throws one of his shirts at me before he puts on some sweatpants. We head into the kitchen. He makes a couple of smoothies for us while I bake homemade banana bread due to my lack of plans and excess of time.

I walk around the kitchen wearing only his white shirt, gathering all the mixing bowls and ingredients while Harry showers and prepares for his performance with Jools Holland later in the day.

The metal bowls cling as I set them down on the hard kitchen counter.

The silence in the room is deafening. I quickly decide to turn on some music over his speakers before I think myself into another spiral.

After everything last night, I find myself in a weird valley between excitement and trepidation. Some relief comes with finally letting myself have him. Finally giving in to that magnetic pull that keeps him always in the front of my mind. But the other part of me is confused - unsure of what this means. Are we dating now? What about Anne and my job? What does this mean?

I peel the bananas and mix together the dry ingredients. I change the song to Spirit In The Sky by Norman Greenbaum, then click the volume up even louder on my phone in an effort to drown out my worries with the deep strums of electric guitar.

The heavy bass echoes throughout the kitchen, vibrating against the bowls. My body subconsciously starts to sway to the beat.

My hips rock back and forth to the sound while Harry's shirt grazes against the top of my bare thighs. I grab the bowl and whisk together all the ingredients as I spin in a circle on the kitchen floor. My long hair whips back and forth. I stick my finger in the batter and do a quick taste check as I dance unashamedly along the marble counters to the weighty sound.

I spin again, but my attention is caught by his tall figure as he towers in the entryway to the kitchen.

Harry leans against the fridge - his shoulder pressed against the stainless steel. His arms are crossed and his hair is still slightly damp from the shower. He has a confident smirk on his face as he watches me and I can't help but feel like an impotent mouse caught in a trap.

He steps over to me slowly as the music continues to blast through the kitchen.

He doesn't pause, closing the distance between us as he walks behind me. His chest feels warm against my back while his hands reach toward me. The pads of his fingers softly wander around the hem of the shirt and along the top of my thighs. His touch leisurely moves underneath my clothing and onto my hips, planting his grip firmly on my waist as he kisses the side of my neck in a teasing manner. I move my head to the side, giving him more clearance. A set of shivers runs down my spine and I know I'm only moments away from completely dropping this bowl.