Jillian & Harry
His fingers were tangled up in my mob of blonde hair that loosely fell down my back. I gave him a slight pout. “How is this fair? You get to mess with my hair all the time and I can’t even touch those irresistible locks?”
He started laughing from where he was lying down on my lap, my legs folded in. He was looking up at me, into my green, green orbs.
“But that’s because you love me,” he grinned a lopsided grin. I couldn’t help myself from laughing with him.
“Get a room,” Louis muttered, flicking through television programs.
“Maybe we will,” Harry wiggled his eyebrows at him, only to spite him.
Louis scowled at Harry. I smacked him. “Where’s Natalie?” I asked him.
He shrugged and stood up. “She said she’s coming over tomorrow,” he informed me before slipping his jacket on and opening the front door.
“I still think you two should get over your sexual tension and get together already!” I shouted just before the door shut.
A few minutes after he left, the small ‘ping’ of my phone sounded. I had to reach over Harry’s body to get it from the table in front of us. It was from Louis.
From: Lou
What do you want me say? “Oh hey, Natz, we’ve kind of got a bit of sexual tension so let’s get together!” Yeah, brilliant, just brilliant.
I sighed. “What’s wrong?” Harry asked, pushing my bangs out of my eyes.
I stuck my phone in front of him. He rolled his eyes after reading it. “Forget about him. He’ll man up and talk to her. We should do something fun.”
“Such as?”
He suddenly gave me a sickly sweet cheeky smile. “Let’s bake cookies!”
I held a hand over my heart. “Oh, good. For a second there, I was scared you’d say something ridiculous.”
He barked out a laugh and pulled me in close, pecked my lips and got out all the ingredients.
“Harry!” I whined. “This is stupid. Why can’t we just go and buy cookie dough, stick it on a tray thingy and shove it in the god damn oven?”
He chuckled. “You sure have a way with words.”
I glared at him. “Don’t push it.”
“Loosen up, Jill!” he urged, standing behind me, his head at the crook of my neck. I tried to keep my focus off of him, and back on the batter I had in front of me. It was kind of difficult to do that though, when he started making trails of kisses down my neck, pushing my hair to the other side.
“I think we’re good on loosening up, Haz,” I told him.
I felt his hot breath on me. “Why don’t we just ditch the cookies?”
I smirked and turned around to face him. “Because everyone’s going to want the cookies when they come.”
He groaned. “Can’t we just go buy the cookie dough and shove it in the oven?”
I burst out laughing. “What?” he asked, helplessly clueless, and cute.
“Nothing, that’s just exactly what I said before.”
He paused, thinking back, I think. “Oh. Right.”
And then he started laughing. It made me as well. To anyone else we’d have looked like idiots high on smoking pot or something.
“What the-” Louis stopped at the front of the kitchen to stare at us.
“Hell?” Zayn finished for him.
The two of us stopped laughing for a moment to stare at the two and then looked to one another. And burst into full on giggles again.
