First Love // H.S.

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'Okay, so.. Hi.' I start awkwardly.

'Hey.' Harry answers, just as awkward as me.

'Um, I hope you already had dinner, because I don't have any food.' I announce.
'Yeah, I already ate, and I kind of predicted you wouldn't have any food in the house, so I brought you dinner.' Harry tells.
'Really? What did you bring me?' I ask. Harry holds up one finger before leaving the kitchen. He comes back with a box of my favorite food in the entire world- mac and cheese.

'Oh my god, I adore you so much!' I exclaim.
'I know, I adore me too.' Harry answers jokingly while handing me the box. I feel it's still warm.

'And it's still hot! I can't describe how much I adore you, Harry, please marry me.' I babble while I open the box and grab a spoon.

Sorry Liam.

'Um, I'm seventeen. I'd rather not get married just yet.' Harry says.
'Nah, you're my husband now.' I reply before pulling him to the living room with me. When we sit down on the couch, he grabs the box and spoon out of my hand and starts eating the food himself.

'Hey!' I protest, trying to grab them back.
'Yes, love?' Harry asks with his mouth full.
'Give me my fucking food back, you thief!' I answer angrily.
'Technically, it's my food, so you're not getting it back.' Harry says after having have swallowed the food in his mouth.

'You wanna fight me, bro?' I ask on a challenging tone.
'Fuck, yes, you're hot.' Harry answers with a smirk.
'I'm not joking, Harold! Stop being so mean and give me my food back.' I threaten.
'Fine, Livvie, just one more bite.' Harry says. I snatch the spoon out of his hand before he can even move.

'Hey, give it back.' He protests indignantly.
'It's my spoon.' I answer teasingly.
'I don't give a fuck about whether it's your spoon or not, I just want another bite.' He continues.
'You already ate, Harold!' I exclaim.
'I'm hungry again.' He tells. I grin and notice the bottle filled with tequila across the room.

'You want tequila instead?' I ask jokingly.
'Where's tequila?' Harry asks.
'There.' I answer, pointing at the tequila bottle. Harry gives me the mac and cheese and stands up- I immediately take up all the couch- and walks towards the tequila bottle.

'Does this belong to your parents?' He asks while I start eating the mac and cheese.

'No. Louis left it here.' I tell with my mouth full.

'Swallow your food before talking, please.' Harry reacts. I grin again.
'You're one to speak, Harold.' I comment then. Harry looks back at me and sees I've taken up all the place on the couch.

'Why must you take up all the place?' He asks.
'Because you took up all the place yesterday, Harold.' I answer.
'The only difference is that that was a chair and not a couch, and that I'm not gonna take it like you did. Move.' He says while stepping in front of the couch. I shake my head in response, quietly continuing eating my food.

'I said; move.' He repeats, only louder. His attempt trying to give me an intimidating look fails miserably, making me burst out in laughter.

'I thought I told you that you're too cute to be intimidating before, Harold.' I tell.
'Why do you keep calling me Harold? And I'm not cute. Move!' Harry protests.
'No.' I say stubbornly. I put the box away since I ate all the food that was once inside it.

'Jesus Christ, how fast did you eat?' Harry asks, obviously impressed.

'I'm not Jesus Christ.' I say jokingly.
'You're also not funny, or moving.' Harry replies. I raise my eyebrows once in response while looking away from him.