Y/N's fingertips were scratching down her jeans anxiously, leg bouncing up and down under the table causing her fork to tremble in her hand. There was a delicious meal set in front of her, tempting and mouthwatering (granted it was take out because neither Harry nor her could cook something this perfect for a late dinner), but as enticing as it was, her eyes were someplace else. She hadn't seen Harry for a while. It was still early in their relationship so clinging to him would be weird, and it was already such a big deal that she'd manage to get him to come over for the night despite his wild schedule. She had the "dinner" planned, setting the mood with the two pink candles placed carefully between the two of them.
Harry had wasted no time digging into the thai food she'd ordered, leaning his head back on the back rest of his seat, letting out a string of groans when he finally swallowed. And that was were her attention was, eyes wandering ever so often from her black pepper chicken that she was once so excited about to his pink mouth devouring his own orange chicken, leaving the slightest bit of syrup on his cupid's bow.
Her fingertips were drumming against her thigh, watching his lips get sucked into his mouth, a quick tongue fleeting over them to clean them. A whimper nearly left her body when he drank his water and placed the glass down a little harder than usual, before his hooded eyes met hers.
He cocked a brow at her. "You alright hun?"
She nodded quickly, looking back down at her food, cheeks prickling with embarrassment, simply imagining the the red blush creeping down her neck and up to her hairline. She had forced a headband up there, showing off her widow's peak while her bangs were held back by the pink cloth. Harry had briefly commented on how cute she looked before kissing her quickly, eyes narrowing onto the food she had bought.
Okay, so Harry was a little famished when he got to her flat. So what?
"You sure?" Harry mumbled around a fairly large bite of chicken, brows furrowing together. He looked so attractive when his focus zoned in on her with creases showing from between his brows, a small pout on his lips when he swallowed.
"Yeah," she breathed absentmindedly. "Just distracted."
Harry cleaned off his fork with his tongue and set it down, pushing his chair inwards more until his shin brushed against hers, clearing his throat. "School?"
Y/N nodded. "Yeah that. And work. Been meaning to take a day off but all I've got is tomorrow," she lied. The day off part wasn't exactly a fib, but work was the last thing was the last thing on her mind. School? Please. Spring break was still ongoing, so there was no need to stress over that, however Harry had been so out of touch with the arena tour and traveling, that he'd lost sight of her schedule. She wasn't mad at him for it, and the image of his stylist evenly distributing concealer over his purple under eyes had caused her to pout and huff, shaking her head at herself for being so needy. She were extremely surprised when the only thing Harry was deprived of when he entered her flat with a lazy grin and doe eyes was food.
The way he dug into the dinner really should have made her feel a little less eager to feel him because the man just got home, but every move of his muscle made her press her thighs together with a little more pressure.
"Well good," he said with a sweet smile, emerald eyes twinkling at her beautifully. "We can cuddle all day and watch some of those movies you were talking about. In fact..." he paused, removing his phone from his back pocket, raising a finger at her. She watched curiously as he unlocked his phone and began scrolling through, pinching his bottom lip with his thumb and index finger. "I downloaded a couple on the plane..."
"You know," Y/N interrupted, placing her hand between her knees. "You haven't even kissed me properly yet."
Harry stopped, giving her a fond crooked smile before setting his phone aside and wrapping his ankle around the closest leg of her chair. With a gentle tug, he began dragging her chair closer to him, and when she was finally close enough, his hands cupped her under her jaw and angled her lips with his. "'M sorry, baby," he whispered, dragging his pink lips across her cupid's bow tantalizingly, laughing quietly when she opened her mouth invitingly, letting out a small "ah," and straightened her back to meet his. He moved a couple inches away before she could taste him, a small chuckle falling from his lips when she whined and wrapped her arms around his neck quickly. She tasted sort of spicy thanks to the black pepper on her chicken and hot sauce on her chow mein, but still a delicious as he'd expected.
