melt with you || h.s

.02

Willow woke up on a couch she didn't know with a pounding in her head. With the blanket still wrapped around her shoulders, she moved from the couch to the kitchen where Harry stood, leaning against the counter with a mug at his lips.

"Morning," he grinned.

"Hi," she sighed, blinking sleepily.

Harry’s smile widened, “There’s coffee in the pot. Help yourself.”

Willow nodded with a small smile and fixed herself her own steamy mug. Harry stood opposite of her and she could feel his lingering eyes on her. In an attempt to hide the blossoming pink creeping onto her cheeks, she lifted the ceramic to her lips as she turned to face him.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked, shattering the silence with a smirk.

Willow shrugged, holding the mug tightly with both hands as if it’d keep her warm. “Good. I’m sure the headache is only because of the wine, not your couch.”

Harry laughed and put his cuppa on the counter. “With an old couch, you never know. Do you?”

“I guess not,” she smiled.

Harry pulled a pill bottle from the cabinet and raised his eyebrows. Willow nodded, taking the bottle into her own hands. She took two, downing the pills with some black coffee. She smiled at Harry, who’d already replaced the bottle in its spot in the cabinet.

Willow caught sight of the time on a small, analog clock that was hanging on the wall on the far end of the kitchen. 12:32.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“Everything all right?”

“I, uh. I’ve got work.”

Harry nodded, shifting his footing. “Right.”

“Thank you,” Willow smiled at the messy-haired boy. “For letting me sleep on your couch. And the fantastic coffee.”

“Any time,” he grinned. “My couch is almost always free and I always brew too much for myself.”

When Willow was practically running through the pub an hour and a half later with her wet hair pulled up into a messy bun and her shirt halfway tucked into her jeans, she knew Sam was going to freak.

“You’re late. Again,” he prompted, almost as if on cue, when he stepped out of his office just behind the bar.

“I know,” she grinned, hopping up onto the bar top.

“Is there a reason or did you just feel like pissing me off today?”

“I almost burnt down my apartment last night, if that counts.”