Wroetofreezy One Shots

//11 - candles

A.N: hey! just wanted to say a quick thank you for nearly 700 reads! my first chapter has over 100 now, which is awesome. anyway, this chapter is a bit weird, idk i'm not a huge fan of it really, but it's decent and i haven't updated for a few days. it's a bit smutty, but not meant to be an actual smut, so i didn't put it in the title. i'm typing up second parts for 'mysterious pretty boy' and 'healing' at the moment, so they will be out shortly.

Concept: Harry has been driving Cal crazy with his new favourite thing to wear.

[2540 words approx.]

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Cal POV

It's about 12:30am when the power goes out. All at once, the lights flicker off, and my laptop dims from its lack of a power source. I groan, and rub my hands over my face tiredly. I've been editing for God knows how long now, with no breaks. It's probably a good thing that the power cut, or I may have carried on working until early hours of the morning.

The only light that fills my now dark bedroom is the dim glow that my laptop provides, so I pick up my phone and switch the torch on. I move my laptop from my legs, and put it down on the bed beside me, so that I can get up. I should probably go and get some candles, and maybe put them around the flat, incase the others get up too. Who knows how long this could last.

Stiffly, I shuffle to the edge of my bed, and stand up. I take a moment to stretch out quickly, before heading out of my room in the direction of the kitchen. Guided by the light of my torch, I pad slowly along the laminate corridors until I reach the room. I enter silently, and am surprised by what I find.

The room is already illuminated by the yellowish glow of tea lights, which are set on the counters. Harry is standing with a lighter in one hand, and the bag of small candles in the other, focusing on lighting them successfully. His back is to me, and he doesn't seem to have noticed my presence. But the sight of him makes my heart jump into my throat.

Recently, I could have sworn Harry has been trying to kill me. These past few weeks have been made pure torture, and what's even worse, is that he seems to have no idea what he's doing to me. I'm not sure how much longer I can just sit back and do nothing. It all began when the summer heat kicked in...

For about a month now, Harry has been wearing nothing but cropped shirts around the flat. And I'm not sure why it's affecting me so badly. But he looks irresistible. The slightest bit of his midriff sets me off for the rest of the day. And God forbid he dares to stretch in my presence. I feel like a horny fucking teenager.

And tonight is the same. He stands there, sporting a cropped Sidemen hoodie. But for some reason, there's something new about him. I can't tell what it is. But it makes me want him even more.

He shouldn't look any different to normal. But somehow, he does. Under the warm, dim light of the candles around him, he appears almost magical. He glows in a way that is new. I honestly don't think I can find it in me to resist him tonight. Just as I think that, he chooses this moment to put down the things in his hands, and stretch his arms up over his head. The band of his skin that was on display widens, and I swallow thickly.

"Hey Harold," I say, managing not to stutter as I speak up at last. I step hesitantly into the kitchen, and move towards him. It's finally time to make my move.

"Cal," he responds, without turning around. This presents the perfect opportunity for me. Quietly, I walk up behind him, and place both of my hands gently but firmly on his hips. He jumps slightly at the unexpected contact, but makes no attempt to free himself from my grip. He twists his head round to look at me, flustered confusion on his face.