Blinder - Harry Kirton

7

Emily felt nervous as she sat crosslegged on her small two-seater sofa, twiddling with her nimble fingers in her lap. Every small noise she heard she immediately looked up at the door hoping it was Harry. 

Normally, Emily was never one to become nervous over a boy. She never knew why but throughout her entire life she tended to push herself in the opposite direction of love. Maybe it was because she watched as her parents marriage deteriorated over the years and become a series of arguments and chaos, so she never believed it, or maybe it was the unlimited amount of fuck-boys that she'd seen roaming the internet, who wanted one thing and one thing only. 

She also wasn't sure why she was allowing herself to be caught up on a boy, even if he seemed to be lovely, because she knew that it was only going to end in one thing... heartbreak. Maybe it was because Emily has had a crush on Harry since she'd first seen him appear in Peaky Blinders. 

Emily shook her head quietly, ridding her mind of her thoughts as she knew that her being alone with her thoughts only lead to one thing - trouble. Since she was a child, Emily had a bad habit of spiralling into her thoughts and working herself up about things that she really shouldn't be worrying about. Her mother had sent her to the doctors for it and whoopdi-do turns out she had mild paranoia.

A sharp knock on the door brought her out of her nervous panic as she jumped up out of where she was sitting and rushed to the door. When the door swung open (probably a bit too enthusiastically), Harry bloody Kirton stood there in all of his glory balancing two Tango Ice Blasts and a large bag of popcorn in his arms. Emily picked out her Ice Blast from his hands and took the popcorn from him, inviting her into her small but cosy flat. 

"It's not much but it's good enough for me," she said with a shrug of her shoulders and a nervous smile, that Harry somehow adored.

"It's fine. What do you want to watch?" he threw his long body onto the small sofa and decided that he might as well get comfortable.

"Shoes!" she exclaimed with a playful glare as she smacked the soles of his shoes before moving to sit next to him. She was scared. Very scared. But she decided to play it off cool and act as if she was fine, something Emily had always been good at. "We're gonna watch Legally Blonde... and I don't care what you have to say about it; Reese Witherspoon is iconic and we're watching it."

"Sorry," he grinned a cheeky grin before adding on: " I don't mind. Plus Reese Witherspoon is fit isn't she," he giggled knowing that what he said was going to get a rise out of Emily. He was right: he face glowed red with embarrassment as she smacked him gently 'round the back of the head. 

"Harry!" 

"I'm joking! You're definitely fitter," her face grew redder by the second as she tried to hide her embarrassment by sipping on her drink and turning the movie on without replying to his statement, not wanting to entertain his childish behaviour any longer.