Like the First Time (Harry Styles: no.2)

Chapter 2: Hear me out

***JUST A QUICK REMINDER TO VOTE/COMMENT/FAN ME PLEASE***

Chapter 2: Lydia

My world had done a basic 180 degree spin from a few hours ago.

I stood in the kitchen making three hot chocolates, changed out of the clothes I had worn when I went out in the snow. My flannel pajama bottoms matched the ones Dad was wearing when he opened the door.

I poor a little bit of milk into mine and Dad's knowing that he would complain of the chocolatey taste and how thick the mix was. For the passed few days of him staying here with Chace and I, I have learned so many things about him; both that we share and don't.

"How's it going in here?" Dad's voice is heard and I look up at him. His head poked in from the doorway that led in from the living room.

I had left Harry standing by the door leading off onto the deck when I ran up into my room to change. I had brought down one of the t-shirts I stole from Ryan alone with some jogging pants from Chace.

"It is good. Want to grab the coasters?" I say picking up the three mugs and nodding to the spot where the coasters were.

Dad chuckles to himself, shaking his head at me. "Just like your mom."

Mom.

I hadn't forgotten about her since sitting at the pond with Harry. She would be back early tomorrow morning. With her return, I would lose three men who impacted my life in the best ways.

"I'm nothing like her," I say, giving him a look as I walk around him and into the living room.

"Whatever you say. I'm going to the bathroom quickly!" Dad calls quietly.

Harry sat on the small couch, the big couch being occupied by Chace and his sleeping, sick body. His eyes were on Chace, watching him nervously.

I don't remember the last time I saw Harry nervous. Was it when he admitted he loved me? When I showed him my tail?

Who knew.

"Here you go," I whisper quietly, handing him a mug.

"Oh, let me help." Harry pushes himself off the couch and grabs two mugs from my hands.

"I was fine on my own," I explain, shaking my head at his sensitivity to me.

He places one mug on the coffee table and sits down on one side of the ouch, patting the spot right next to him on the same cushion. I plop down next to him, his chest touching part of my back as I tuck my feet underneath me.

I turn to look at him over my shoulder. He sticks his tongue out at me, crossing his eyes quickly, making me giggle at him. He reaches up and pinches the end of my nose causing me to crinkle my face together. Turning my head back forward, I take a sip of my drink. I rolled across my tongue smoothly and the taste was overwhelming.

I feel him kiss my shoulder before pulling away to take a sip of the hot chocolate. "Ooh, gross. I hope you're a better teacher than you are cook."

I look back at him, confusion on my face. "What? I followed the directions on the packet."

"How did you manage to screw boxed hot chocolate up?"

I shake my head in disbelief at him, taking his cup from his hands. I take a sip, tasting what was so bad and then nodded in understanding.

"You took mine." I roll my eyes.

"What'd you put in yours? Drugs?" He squints into the mug suspiciously.