A Lost Object [h.s]

Chapter 41

Aurora

"Harry, you're getting tomato sauce all over the floor!"

He turned around to look at the mess on the floor before quickly putting a top on the boiling pot of tomato sauce that was causing a mess everywhere. It was Sunday afternoon. Harry and I had spent the day together, eventually ending up hungry. My mother hadn't cooked anything, which is quite odd. She had left early this morning to an appointment she wouldn't discuss with me. Harry suggested we make pasta and bread. That is what we were currently doing. I looked around at the kitchen that no longer looked like a kitchen. There was flour, cups and plates all over the table. Tomato sauce all over the floor, and somehow we manage to get half a box of spaghetti spilled on the floor. That was all Harry's doing. While trying to show me one of his food tricks he slipped on a puddle of oil, which I admit, I spilled, sending the open box of spaghetti he had in his hand flying everywhere. We had to clean this mess up before my mother got back. If she were to see her kitchen a mess like this it is likely she would have a heart attack. She despised messes.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at me, "Do you smell something burning?" I looked around in confusion. It did smell like something was burning. We already drained the pasta, the sauce needed a few more minutes and the bread- my eyes widened as it suddenly hit me.

"The bread!" Harry ran around in full panic mode trying to find the oven mitts. It was an interesting sight to see. Another side of him that I have yet to come across until now. He picked up the mitts thrown on the floor, putting them on before running back to the oven to take out the burning bread. Not even two minutes later the fire alarms went off. It was a horrendous sound. The whole kitchen filled up with smoke. Harry placed the pan of bread on top of the kitchen table and stared at the bread with disappointment. I stood behind him looking over his shoulder at the bread we worked so hard on.

"It wasn't meant to be from the start" I told him as I tried not to laugh.

Harry turned around to face me. He leaned back on the table with a pout. "I was really looking forward to the bread." I bit my lip thinking intensely of my next move. I took two steps towards him, leaning in and pressing my lips against his pouted ones. The kiss lasted no longer than a few seconds. I was suprised by my own actions, but I did not regret them.

Harry raised his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips, "What was that for?" I pursued my lips in hopes to hide the smile on my face. "To make up for your bread" I turned on my heel suddenly feeling the embarrassment of my actions. Why had I done that? Where did I get the courage and confidence to do such a thing was the real question. Harry grabbed my arm, twirling me around and pulling me back towards him. I landed on his chest with a thud. He pressed his lips against mine, letting them linger for longer than when I had done it. I was first to pull away, afraid that my mother would walk in the house any minute. Harry took a hold of my hands squeezing them tightly before lacing our fingers together.

Harry looked down at our hands, twirling them around for a bit before meeting my eyes, "Thank you for yesterday."

"That was all your doing." I told him.

"That isn't what I meant" He sighed.

I studied his facial expressions trying to figure out exactly what he was trying to say. His face was calm, but also in deep concentration.  "What did you mean?"

He seemed to be hesitant of what to say. As he opened his mouth to talk, he stopped himself at the sound of the front door opening. We broke apart from each other. He turned around to the stove, turning off the forgotten tomato sauce whereas I grabbed a rag to wipe down the kitchen counters. My mother came into the kitchen carrying bags of grocery. "Aurora! What is this mess and what did you two burn?"

"I'm cleaning it up mother. We were making bread and it stayed in longer then intended."

"How did you manage to burn bread? What had you so distracted" My eyes landed on Harry who was already looking at me. I turned my gaze away from him as I continued to clean the mess.  

"Clean it well and fast, I have some things I need to discuss with the two of you." What could she possibly want to talk about now? Once she had put away the grocery, she left the kitchen to go to her bedroom. Harry picked up the trash he had swept off the floor with the dustpan dumping it in the trash bin. I had finished cleaning up the kitchen counters, the only thing left to do being actually eating the food we cooked.

"Do you want to eat?" Harry asked me. I gave him a small nod. He went to get plates from the pantry. I got glass cups from one of the other cabinets, pouring orange juice into them. Harry made our plates of Spaghetti and sauce, adding a cut lime to each plate.

My mother came back into the kitchen still carrying her purse and car keys. "Aurora, I have somewhere to go, I will be back soon. The conversation is going to have to wait until another day."

"Okay."

Harry and I sat on the couch of the living room to eat our food while making small talk. My thoughts wandered back to what he said before my mother walked in, well, what he didn't say. I was curious as to what he meant by that. I don't know if bringing it up was a good idea. He was already having a hard time letting it out earlier. Somehow we got into the conversation of asking each other random questions.

Harry was deep in thought for another question to ask, "Mh, if you had the ability to have any superpower what would it be and why?" 

That was an easy one. I've thought of that question many times before. "The ability to reach the stars. I really wish I could see them up close. They are too beautiful to not be able to see them close enough."

Harry hummed in thought, "The closes anyone will ever to get a star is probably the moon. It seems like the closer you get to the sky, the farther away the sky becomes."

"Well that is because the sky isn't really a thing you can touch. It's just space and the closer you get to it the harder it becomes to breath. That is why when astronauts go off to space they wear suits in order to protect themselves."

"That makes sense" He says. We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes until I thought of a question to ask him.

"What is your guilty pleasure?" I asked him with true curiosity.

"I can not reveal my guilty pleasures to you. We aren't close enough yet." He laughed

I raised my brow at him, "Pleasures? With an s that is." I laughed along with him, shaking my head in the process. I suppose that's fine. It made sense for him to say that. We weren't that close. I didn't exactly know what he meant by 'yet'. Did he want to get to know each other more? Harry stood up taking the plates we had ate with to the kitchen. I smiled as I watched him walk away. Like the other night under the stars my heart began to pound harder against my chest. Why was I feeling like this? I admit, spending more and more time with Harry gave me mixed feelings. He isn't the same person he was when we first met. Somehow he was more talkative, more open and he seemed more interested when we were actually together. I had a feeling of what this could mean, but I didn't want it to be true. It was too soon.

Something continuously buzzed under me. I searched around the couch in confusion at what the buzzing was. I put my hand in between the couch cushions pulling out a phone. It was Harry's phone. It was still ringing. Priscilla. The phone stopped ringing, only for it to buzz again three times.

'Hey babe, why aren't you answering my calls?'

'Babe can you come over please I'm not feeling well.'

'Love you. Stay safe."