Falling for the Foreign | HS

The Honeymoon Phase

Chapter 10

I really don't want to go back to school today. This weekend was so amazing, and I'm not trying to have it come to an end.

After Harry and I made it back from Phoebe's, we found a note from my parents saying they'd be gone until dinner. So the two of us snuggled up on the couch and watched a couple movies. Well... "watched."

I just don't want this honeymoon phase to end after it's just begun.

Stupid School.

I'm already in the kitchen making two quesadillas, dressed and ready for the day. I pulled my long curls into a ponytail to match the lazy mood of my legging and crewneck.

Once it gets to be the end of October like this, I lose all motivation to look cute. At least I don't have to give a second thought to looking cute for Harry. When you live with someone, they naturally see you at your worst.

I hear Harry's footsteps come down the staircase and I walk into the kitchen. I don't bother turning around, because I already know who it is.

I hear the footsteps stop behind me and instantly feel his arms wrap around my waist.

"Good morning, Haze," He whispers in my ear, placing soft kisses down my neck and to my shoulder, before resting his head on it.

"Harry-" I warn playfully.

He stops and I can feel his smirk against my skin. "It smells delicious," he says softly.

Ignoring him, I turn off the burner, and plate our breakfast. Finally, I turn around to face him and his cheeky grin.

"Hi," I whisper, leaning up and pecking his lips.

"Hi," He smiles back.

God, he's literally perfect. The grey hoodie he is wearing fits like a glove, along with the black jeans. His hair just flops the same way it usually does, making him look absolutely adorable.

Harry and I take out seats at the counter and start eating our quesadillas. I'm just grateful I finally switched Harry onto morning Mexican food.

After taking a bite or two, Harry looks at me with questioning eyes. The green in them is lighter today, almost playful, "Haze? When are we going to tell you parents? You know, about us?" He takes another bite before continuing to speak, "I mean we went to Homecoming together and your mom practically throws you at me, so I don't think it'll be a surprise."

I punch his shoulder for that last comment and he chuckles. To be honest, I hadn't even thought about it.

"I think we'll tell them the truth... eventually," I say, going back to my breakfast.

He raises an eyebrow and questions me, "Eventually?"

I groan and put my arms around his neck, "I don't want them to know yet. It's been like two days and I just want to have you to myself a little longer. As soon as we tell them my mom won't stop asking us questions and embarrassing me. I'm selfish, what can I say?" I playfully smile, playing with the little curls that rest on the back of his neck.

"You know, maybe we should just start by thanking your mom. She definitely was a driving force behind this." He says with a smirk, leaning in to peck my lips quickly.

Two days, I thought to myself. It all just feels so much longer than that. I mean, he first kissed me like... two weeks ago? Two and a half? And I think that's messing with the timeline in my brain. We've been flirty since the beginning and instantly became comfortable with each other. The switch from being friends to more than friends wasn't hard or daunting with him. I like that we kind of skipped the awkward first stage of dating. I guess it seems like we're moving fast but in reality... I don't think we are. We already kinda acted like we were dating before Homecoming. I don't know. It's just all so new and strange, yet so comfortable and right.