After only a short while, I feel Harry's hand placing itself on my thigh. I hadn't even noticed, but we were finally arriving at Harry's house.
At first, I was a little confused because it seemed like we were just parked next to a brick wall. But once I saw Harry unbuckle his seatbelt and begin to get out of the car, I could only assume we arrived at the right place. I watched through the window as he walked up to a black door that had a silver keypad on the brick next to it. He punched a few numbers in, keeping his chest close to the keypad...probably out of habit.
With the door now unlocked, Harry opens and disappears behind it. He was only gone for no more than 30 seconds though, now pulling open the larger, garage-like doors.
Harry steps out of the way so the driver could pull the car through and he does exactly that. The driver puts his car in park on the driveway near the front door of Harry's house.
Just as I was wondering what I should do, the car door next to me swings open, causing me to jump a little.
"Always so jumpy." Harry shakes his head and chuckles. He nods his head in the opposite direction of the car. "Come on."
I do as he says, unbuckling my seatbelt and hopping out of the backseat, before following him around to the trunk.
The driver had already made his way back here, unloading the luggage, which made me feel like I was moving slower than a sloth. Everyone was being so productive and I'm just standing back watching them work. But I wasn't sure what I could even do to help...it seemed like they had everything under control.
Once all the bags were set on the ground, the driver reaches up to push the button that would close the door to the trunk. I reach down to pick up my bag, but my hand is stopped when a ringed hand grips my wrist.
"I got the bags," Harry tells me. I couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"But there are so many," I try to reason with him. I felt like I was the only one really being rational here. He had a body-full of bags on his own, the last thing he needed was to add my things on top.
"I got it," he assures me. He nods his head to his right, gesturing to the house. "But could you go open the door for me, please?"
"Is it unlocked?" I ask, really as a rephrased way of asking for a key of some sort.
"Uh, no." He says, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a keyring with three keys hanging off of it, holding it out for me to take from him. "It's the smallest one."
"Okay," I say, taking the keyring from him. I quickly approach the glass doors, inserting the key into the top then bottom lock, unlocking the door entirely.
I swing the door open, revealing the formal dining room of Harry's house. It was decorated in a very modern way, almost the complete opposite of his house in L.A....which confused me slightly. You'd think it would be the other way around.
"Excuse me, love," Harry says, causing me to jump out of the way. I hadn't realized I was standing there hawking until he was right behind me.
Harry quickly moves past me, setting all the luggage near the dining table. My eyes grow wide as I realize he carried all that in by himself.
"Did you really get everything?" I ask him, decently impressed.
"Yep," he says simply. Now with empty arms, he walks in my direction. "I may not look it, but I'm pretty strong."
My eyes follow him as he walks past me, pushing his hand against the door in order to close it. The door shuts softly and Harry walks my way, stopping once by my side. He rests his hand at the small of my back, turning my body so I was facing straight forward.
"Welcome home," he says to me in a soft voice.
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"What would you like for dinner?" I hear Harry ask from somewhere in the room behind me. As he does, I transfer another shirt from my suitcase to one of the vacant drawers Harry was allowing me to use while I stayed here.
Well, you could say less of allowing and more of forcing. He said he wanted me to make myself at home as much as possible, but I was scared to get too comfortable here. After all, it's Harry's house...not mine.
"Umm," I think out loud, referring back to his question. "I'm not sure... What sounds good to you?"
"Please tell me this won't be one of those things where I just list off things and you say no until I say what you want," he says. I turn around, leaning against the dresser.
"What do you want?" I repeat the question with a smile on my face. Harry looks at the ground, pursing his lips together as he thinks. After a short moment, he looks up.
"We could order Chinese food," he suggests with a shrug.
"You know, I'm not really in the mood for Chinese."
His facial expression drops into a death glare. I couldn't help but break character and begin laughing at his response.
"What did I just say?!" He says in a loud tone, playing along with my joke.
After using the dresser to push myself up so I was standing up straight, I made my way over to him. Once I stood in front of him, I wrapped my arms around his neck, standing up on my toes to reach him comfortably. He looks at me, and that alone was enough to send butterflies swarming inside me.
"I would love Chinese food," I tell him honestly, my voice soft and quiet. Harry rests his forehead on mine, closing his eyes while a soft smile spreads over his lips.
"When we order it, can we eat it in bed?" He asks, opening his eyes.
"It's your bed, you make the calls," I say along with a laugh and a shrug.
"It's our bed now," he says. And just like that, my heart is melting right out of my chest.
Harry pulls his head back a little, only to dip down and plant a kiss on my lips, which I return with no hesitation.
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a/n: yeah so for some reason i have completely forgotten how to write and my brain is like not working...so there's your explanation for such short and lame chapters latelyð
but i start school next week so hopefully that will help my brain because she is DUMB.