Y/n's pov:
Summer break started a while back and Harry is pretty much over my house all the time. I don't mind it at all but it would be good if he actually helped me with some of the chores. He claims he's too fabulous to do any work. I almost threw the laundry basket at him when he said that. Anyone who looks at us thinks we're dating but we're really not. We flirt all the time yes, but I'm pretty sure it's a bro thing. Although, I will admit I've caught myself staring at him a few too many times but I don't necessarily like to think about that.
"Harry for the love of God can you please, please do the laundry today" I whine. He looks up from his phone. Looking at me up and down with a raised eyebrows. Rolling his eyes, he draws his attention back to his phone. I scoff in disbelief and throw a cushion at him. He breaks out in laughter and puts down his phone, "Alright, alright. I guess I'll help you today." He says, walking away.
"If you want to stay here you better do the work." I yell playfully. He brings his fingers to his ears and plugs his ears, laughing to himself. I shake my head at his childishness and go back to kitchen to finish making our Mac and cheese. I love having Harry around even though getting him to help with chores can be a pain in the ass. He wanted to watch a movie while we eat our food and I already know the argument that's about to follow regarding which movie we watch.
Soon, I hear Harry's footsteps reaching the kitchen, "Done." He announces, coming behind me and wrapping his hands around my waist and resting his chin on my head. "Is it ready?" He asks, referring to the Mac and cheese. "Almost, I'll get it. Go get the blanket." I order. "You got it boss." He teases, pinching my cheeks.
Harry smiles at me widely when I bring out the Mac and Cheese, making grabby hands at me. I hand him his bowl and plop down next to him and he drapes the remaining blanket over me so we're both under them. I see the remote on the TV table, I put my bowl down on the side table next to me quietly, hoping Harry doesn't see me going for the remote. But when I get up from the sofa Harry looks at me and then at the remote sitting a few feet away. I run forward to get my hands on it first but I am stopped when Harry's hands grab my hips, stopping me from going any further. I shriek and claw at his hands but he is stronger. I bring my legs in front of his to stop him but it only leads to him falling on top of me.
He pushes himself off of me so he's kneeling and reaches forward to grab the remote. "Didn't know you had that much power in you darling." He smirks. "I think I'll pity you this one time and let you have it." I smile, and get up, kneeling in front of him. He looks at me with a lazy smile and I take remote from his hands. "Thank you, darling." I say, laying emphasis on the term of endearment, giving him a small peck on his lips. I get up finally and walk back to the sofa. My breath hitches in my throat and my eyes widen as I realise what I just did. Harry's frozen on his spot too, looking back at me, mirroring my expression. "Fuck." I mutter under my breath. I feel myself start to panic and I bury my face in my hand. "Did you just kiss me?" I hear him say.
"I'm sorry. I uhh- you. I just- I don't know why I did it. I wasn't thinking properly I swear. You were just there and I-" I start rambling. "Hey hey hey. Calm down." Harry says, coming closer to me and kneeling down between my legs. He takes my shaking hands in his before speaking, "It's okay just breathe. I'm not mad at you, it was an honest mistake." He reassures but I still don't feel too good thinking of it as a mistake. I mean it was a mistake, but I didn't mind it.
"Hey what's wrong. Don't stress about it okay? It's alright." He says, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hands. "Does it count as a mistake if I liked it anyway?" I say honestly. He tilts his head at me and furrows his eyebrows at me. I'm about to start panicking again but I see his lips twitch. "You mean you wouldn't mind doing it again?" He asks back. Now that's a very straightforward question. "Well..." I trail off, thinking of a good way to avoid the question. Before I can process anything, he grabs my knees, pulling me forward till my hips are against his and so are my lips. His hands cradles my face while the other rests on my hips. I instantly melt in his hold, enjoying the feel of his lips working against mine. I hum into the kiss and run my hands along his chest and grabbing his shirt, pulling him closer. He pulls away for a moment only to kiss me back again. His finger and and thumb lightly hold my chin as he continues kissing me.
After a while, he slowly pulls away, his thumb now running along my lower lip. "Did you just kiss me?" I ask, a smirk forming its way onto my lips as I repeat his words.
"Yes. Yes I did."
