a/n: sexy stud muffin's bedroom^ ð¼
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"See, I don't get why she doesn't just play along and then call the cops once he's asleep or something," Harry says mid-chew.
"Harry, it's just a show," I tell him, laughing as he angrily shoves a bite of his Chinese food into his mouth.
"I don't get why you've forced me to watch it." He frowns and shakes his head. "Every woman so far has been completely brainless, and all the men are smart. Plus, I don't think I've seen a single female criminal yet."
"You're right, most of the criminals are men, but to be fair, we've only watched like 2 episodes," I tell him. "And this is only season 5...there are 12."
"12 seasons of these people just catching criminals?!" Harry's eyes widened. "Do they always catch them?"
"Well the show wouldn't be interesting if they always did," I say, returning my attention to the TV.
"It's the most played song on your iPod," The guy on the show says in a creepy tone, staring intently at the glass of wine in his hand.
The woman then tries, but obviously fails, to run away, the man catching and pulling her back by the throat.
"Oh my god," Harry groans in annoyance, leaning back against the headboard. "I can't handle this show."
"You agreed to watch it with me," I say, giggling at how angry this was making him.
"Well you made it sound a lot better than it actually is." He folds his arms over his chest, sighing. "I seriously can't believe you've watched 5 seasons of this shit."
"It's not shit. It's a good show," I argue with him, rolling my eyes. "Besides, it's interesting to watch. I like seeing who ends up being the killer."
Harry stays silent, and I knew it was because he knew I had a point. Criminal Minds is an amazing show, he just didn't want to admit it.
"I'm full and fed up," Harry says, pushing himself up off the bed. He grabs his bowl from where it previously sat in front of him, stretching. "Are you finished? I'm going downstairs."
"Yeah," I say, handing him my bowl with very little chow mein left in the bottom. After doing so, I reach over, grabbing the remote off the nightstand next to Harry's bed. I press pause so he wouldn't miss anything.
"You don't need to do that." He chuckles, shaking his head as he walks past the TV.
"It gets better, I promise," I tell him, sitting up on my knees. Harry stops in his tracks as soon as he reaches the door frame. He turns on his heel to face me, his brows furrowed together.
"Have you already seen this episode?" He asks pointing to the television.
"I've seen every episode," I admit what I've been purposely not telling him. "I'm rewatching the entire series."
"I'll never understand some of the things you do, L," he says, shaking his head in disbelief as he walks away.
I smile fondly at the new nickname, liking the sound of it. Jess calls me Lils. My other friends and family call me Lili. No one has ever really called me L. Maybe this was Harry's nickname for me. It was fair, I guess...I sometimes call him H and he called me L.
I secretly hoped deep down that this would stick.
After a few moments, Harry returns. But instead of coming back with empty hands, he was holding a small tub of something in one hand, two spoons in the other.
His eyes land on me as soon as he enters the room. I shoot him a confused look, and to which he freezes, plastering a cheesy grin on his face.
"Ice cream," he announces in a higher-pitched tone and lifts up the tub which he, quite impressively, held in one of his hands. He continues to walk over to his side of the bed.
"But we just ate," I remind him as if he had forgotten on his way downstairs. I already ate so much I felt like I was going to explode, I didn't need to add ice cream on top. At least not yet.
"I need a pick-me-up if we're going to finish this episode," he says, retaking his place beside me. Now sitting down, he sets the spoons down on the comforter and opens the ice cream tub.
It must've been brand new, because there wasn't a single scoop taken out of the container. But that changed quickly once Harry dug his spoon right into the middle, taking out a scoop.
"Want to press play?" He asks me before putting the spoon in his mouth. I cringe at the idea of him putting the spoon back in, but it's his ice cream...he can do what he wants with it.
I pick the remote up from where it sat in my lap, resuming the episode.
"Oh, my bad," I hear Harry say, and I turn to him. He picks up a spoon and attempts to hand it to me, but I shake my head.
"I'm okay, thank you though," I say as nicely as possible. He frowns and narrows his eyes.
"Do you not like christmas pudding?" He asks, thinking I just didn't like the flavor he had. "Because I think there's chocolate downstairs. I don't have cookie dough, though. I know that's your favorite."
"I'm very flattered that you remembered my favorite," I say, resting my hand on his arm. "But I ate a lot...I don't think there's any more room."
Harry squints his eyes further. He then shrugs, turning his attention back down to the ice cream in front of him.
"More for me, I guess." He says, scooping up another bite. I chuckle and return my attention to the TV.
I lean my head back against the soft headboard of Harry's bed, lazily looking at the TV with my arms folded over my stomach.
Even after watching the entire series all the way through, I often forget who the "unsub" in the show is. Not in this particular episode though, because he's known most of the way through.
"There are a lot of good movies playing at the Green Hills Mall," the petrified woman on the screen says to the man. "Wanna go see something?"
"See, this would be the smart thing to do," Harry says, pointing at the TV with his spoon. "Play along, and then go in public."
I let out a small laugh through my nose, still watching the screen. I had hope for the girl, even though I knew she was just a character in a show.
"Oh shit!" Harry yells out as soon as the girl's boyfriend walks through the front door.
"I thought you said you didn't like the show," I say, just to mock the way he reacted.
"Okay maybe it's not that bad," he admits, leaning forward, his brain getting wrapped up in the show.
Looks like his pick-me-up worked.
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My eyes flutter open, awaking from my slumber. I hardly even remember falling asleep last night, but I do remember laying down to get more comfortable. Which I was definitely more comfortable...saying Harry's bed was comfy would be an understatement. No wonder I slept so incredibly well.
"Look who's awake," I hear Harry say from somewhere in the room as I reach over to grab my phone. "Did you sleep well?"
"Oh, you have no idea," I say, my body feeling like melted marshmallows. I turned on my phone to see I hadn't gotten many notifications overnight, just a few texts from Jess.
"I'll take that as a yes, then." Harry chuckles. I look past my phone to see him stepping towards me.
He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, right near my waist. He was already dressed and seemingly ready to take on the day. That made me question what time it was and how long I was asleep for.
I picked up my phone to check the time, slightly shocked to see it was only a little past 9 AM.
"You were out last night," Harry tells me, cracking a smile. "I asked you if it was okay that I turned the TV off, but you were already in a deep sleep. Anyone could've thought you were dead."
"Jet-lag," I excuse, smiling back. I let out a sigh. "You're sure up and at 'em this morning."
"I had a meeting at like six this morning," he says with a shrug. "I was worried you'd wake up while I was gone, so I hurried home. But when I got back, you were still asleep."
"I didn't even hear you get up," I tell him honestly.
"I dropped something in the bathroom and had a mini heart attack thinking I woke you up," he tells me with a chuckle. "But nothing."
"Your bed is comfy," I say, stretching my arms out.
"Well don't get too comfortable," he says, standing up, grabbing my hand to pull me up off the pillow.
"Why?" I whine, my body rising up due to the strength of his pull.
"Because we get to go see Harry today," he says, the corner of his mouth turned up in that mischievous grin he always seems to have whenever he's up to something.
"But you're right here," I say, my eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. It was way too early for his confusing sentences.
"Harry Lambert," he specifies.
"Harry," I scold. "I thought you said you would wait for me to decide what I wanted to do."
"I changed my mind," he says, his tone quieter than before. "I figured we could go see him, he could give you options, and you could make your decision from there. I don't want to pressure you into anything."
"Do I have to go?" I ask, frowning.
"Not necessarily." He shrugs. "But I told him we were coming, so I'd have to text him and cancel."
I let out a sigh, feeling somewhat forced to go to Harry's stylist. But at the same time, I kind of wanted to go. I was slightly torn between the two, but I knew which one I should go for.
"You're a pain in my ass," I mutter under my breath, removing the comforter from my body. I let out a sigh as I stood up. "I'll get ready. Give me like 30 minutes."
"You're the best," Harry hollers at me as I enter the bathroom.
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a/n: who's your favorite criminal minds character? mines garcia ð
also, if you're curious, season 5 episode 10 :)
ALSO, the way harry said "ice cream" is the same way he said "cod sperm" if you were wondering