seven || h.s

Dinner|3

I sat on my balcony with a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate. I liked sitting out here more as I grew older. It was a place for me to think .

"Adela you have a young man at the door asking for you." Carrie's head peeked out with a giddy smile.

Confused, I followed her downstairs. My eyes popped at the sight of Harry at the bottom of my staircase. A small smirk crept on his lips after he took in my shocked expression, my book was being tossed between his two large hands. He held it up, "You left this."

I know for fact I didn't leave that anywhere. It was definitely sitting in my lap before Harry so kindly took my phone. "Oh that's so nice of you! Coming all the way just to bring her that," Carrie smiled widely looking between the two of us. She nudged me to move closer to the slender man before me.

I could smell his strong minty scent and his long hair was weighed down by water. He must have taken a shower before appearing on my doorstep. "Hey," I pushed loose hair behind my ear.

"Hey," he looked down at me with a small smile. Harry was such a nice looking person. In the few times we'd been around each other, I couldn't help but stare.

"Thanks for bringing this. I can't happen to remember leaving it though." His gaze on me stayed intense, "but thank you."

"No problem." We both took a moment to take in each other's appearance. Then I realized unlike Harry's casual attire of low jeans and a white sweater, I was barely dressed. My cheeks burned at my realization. Harry didn't seem to mind as his eyes lingered on the tan skin of my legs.

"Dinner's going to be ready soon. Adela how about you ask your friend to join us," Carrie rubbed her hands on her dusty apron in anticipation.

"No!" Carrie shot me a stern look and Harry chuckled to himself, "I mean uhm, I'm sure you'd like to be getting home it's already dark an-"

His smirk was beginning to annoy me severely, "No I could stay for a bit if I'm not a bother."

With her hand on her heart, Carrie gasped, "Not at all! How about you two run along to your room while I finish up."

Freaking out would be an understatement to explain what was going on in my head at that moment. My mouth stayed ajar as I tried to process what my housekeeper had just suggested and planned. "Go along," she smiled before turning back to the kitchen.

After awhile I guess Harry became impatient. He looked down at me interestingly as his heavy voice pushed out, "Show me to your room." Earning a couple of seconds of me just blinking up at him I finally snapped back into real life and began walking up the stairs. A wolf whistle came a moment after, causing me to blush furiously.

I stopped at my French doors, hesitating at the silver door knobs. My body faced Harry, "Uhm could you wait here for a moment?"

"Why?" his expression seemed unamused.

"I need to slip into more....appropriate clothes."

Harry closed in on me once again causing my breathing to stop, "I like what you're wearing actually." His knuckles dragged across my jaw lightly. "I really like these," his free hand framed around my thigh. I pushed out a pant, earning a lazy look from Harry. His tantalizing eyes trailing along my chest. My whole body hit 200 degrees.

"What's happening right now?" I breathed as my eyes became hazy. Something in Harry's eyes at that point in time made me squirm. He let out a sigh before pulling back. For some odd reason I wished he hadn't.

"Go," he nodded his head towards the door. I clumsily rushed into my room trying to catch my composure and find a pair of jeans. Once I was in a more decent outfit that consisted of boyfriend jeans and a random black sweater, I opened my door to find Harry leaning casually across from me. When his eyes locked on the sweater I realized that I hadn't just grabbed a random sweater, I'd grabbed his. He instantly found his way into my room. "It smells like you in here," he mumbled as he touched different things on my desk.