Chapter Ten:
Harry’s P.O.V
“Harry we need to talk,” I heard Liam say.
“Okay,” I turned to Delisa, “I’ll be right back.”
She agreed by smiling as she watched me walked into another room with the lad’s.
***
“What is it?” I asked, full of curiosity.
“You told us you didn’t like her that way yet you bring her home?” Liam asked in a flat tone.
Are you kidding me? This is what they wanted to talk about?
“Woah, Li! She was walking home in the rain! So I drove her home and she didn’t have her phone or her key on her. I couldn't just leave her outside in the pouring rain for her to freeze!” I spat.
“Okay... Well let’s have dinner now, shall we?” Niall said running into the kitchen.
“Man, just don’t lead her on then,” Zayn said following Niall to the kitchen.
“Leading her on? What are you talking about?” I asked Zayn.
“Hazza just forget it, okay?” Lou said patting my shoulder.
I walked back into the other room where Delisa was still standing in the same spot but instead reading a magazine.
“You know you’re aloud to sit down?” I said with a smile.
“In this condition? Yeah right,” she shivered.
“Right,” I mumbled, “Um, we don’t really have any girl clothes lying around but you could always borrow mine?”
“Okay,” she said slowly as she followed me into my room.
I opened the chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.
“Thanks,” she said with gratitude and grabbed them then walked into the bathroom.
Soon after she emerged from the bathroom wearing my clothes, I simply couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked so... Fit.
My t-shirt just reached below her knees, and my boxers were just visible underneath.
“Do you have a laundry basket?” she asked, clicking her fingers in my face.
I snapped out of the trance and lead her to the the laundry room.
“Thanks again Harry,” she said.
I smiled, “No problem, let’s go see what they cooked without my expertise.”
“Are you telling me you’re the chef in the house?” she giggled.
“Yes, obviously.”
“Well I guess that’s hot?”
“Hot?” I turned to look at her.
Delisa P.O.V
He turned to look at me. I mentally face-palmed myself, Delisa stop flirting... That was the old you, remember?
“Sorry,” I mumbled knowing my face was turning into the shade of a ripe tomato.
He shook his head, “Don’t worry, it’s good to know that girls think that guys immediately become hot because he cooks.”
“This smells nice,” I said walking into the kitchen.
***
Dinner was perfect.
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