Chapter eleven

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KELSEY POV

I wake up to my phone ringing loudly on my nightstand.

I reach over and grab it before looking at the caller I.D.

"What do you want? I was sleeping." I answer.

"Wow okay. I thought you would be happier that I actually called you instead of just dropping by." chandler days and I groan.

Wait where's harry?

I sit up and climb off the bed.

"When will you be here?" I ask as I walk to my open bedroom door.

"I'm in the parkinglot now." he tells me as I walk down the hall to the stairs.

Soft music plays in the kitchen.

"Are you going to let me come up?" He asks.

"Yeah just give me a moment." I say and I hang up.

I walk into the kitchen and find harry standing over the oven.

"What ya making?" I ask and he jumps. "Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

"I uh didn't see anything in the fridge so I'm making lasagna." he says.

There's a loud buzz and I groan.

"What's that?" Harry asks as I press the button.

"Let him up." I say to the elevator man.

"Who's coming up?" He asks.

"My brother." I tell him and he laughs.

What's so funny?

"Wait your serious?" He asks wide eyed and the elevator door dings.

We walk around the counter and find chandler stepping out of the elevator.

"Hey Briegh" he says as he ruffles my hair.

"Don't call me that." I say smacking his hand away.

Harry gives me a questioning look but then turns to chandler.

"I'm Harry nice to meet you...."

"Chandler, Briegh's brother." Chandler says as they shake hands.

"Stop calling me Briegh!" I whine.

"Kelsey Briegh smith do not use that tone with me!" Chandler says pointing a finger in my face.

"You have ten second before I bite your finger." I say calmly and he pulls it away.

"So are you two finally a couple?" Chandler asks as he walks past us to the living room.

"N-"

"Yes." harry cuts me off.

"Good." chandler says as he turns the TV on.

I shake my head and walk back into the kitchen. I sit up onto the counter as Harry walks in. He goes to the oven and grabs a oven mitt off of the counter next to me.

He takes the lasagna out of the oven and places it on the stove top.

"Where are the plates?" He asks looking up at me.

His eyes are gorgeous. I've never really noticed their beauty.

"What?" He whispers.

"Your eyes." I whisper back.

"What about them?" He asks stepping in front of me.

"Their really pretty."

My heart is rapidly beating as he smiles.

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