dress, harry lewis/w2s

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He doesnt hear me as i creep into the kitchen, careful not to make any noise. I silently observe him, similar to what i was doing last night, only this time he doesnt catch me staring. Too focused.

He messes about, rumaging through the cupboards and drawers. Unlike the first time he was here, he knows exactly where everything is, which makes me smile, a small detail ive only just noticed. Stretching his arms up, i now clock what hes wearing, almost forgetting what happened last night.

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"I dont have any more of your hoodies" I almost whisper, looking up from his lap as he brushes through my hair.

"Literally how? You hoard them all and never give them back" He speaks up, a little louder than me, looking down at me with a smile.

"Uhhhh no. Wrong. I gave them back to you"

"You didnt"

"Yes I did"

"I dont think you did"

"So you're calling me a liar?" I sit up, spinning around to face him with a fake offended look on my face.

"Yeah I guess I am" He shrugs, reaching out to me as he tries to pull me back to him. I push him away, standing up abruptly and instantly regretting it as i get dizzy.

"Fine. Come see for yourself" I look at him, holding my hand out for him to clasp onto. He complies, wrapping both his arms around my shoulders as we penquin walk out from the living room.

I try to pry him off as we get to the stairs, knowing it'll be near impossible to get up in the position we're currently in. He doesn't let me, holding on tighter.

"Im not decking it up these stairs because you have attachment issues" I state, trying my best to get him off. Again, he doesn't listen, but spins me around so im facing him, hands falling to my waist.

"Do you want a hoodie or not?" I say snarkily, reaching up to his neck to keep myself balanced. He doesnt reply, instead continues to stare at me. I tilt my head at him, confused why hes staring so hard.

I dont get a second to repeat myself before hes pulling me in for a kiss, both hands now holding my jaw and face. Sinking into the feeling, we stay there, at the bottom of my stairs, kissing eachother.

Who woulda thought?

When we pull away, he wastes no time dragging me up the stairs, still not uttering a word as we get to my room. Holding the door open for me like a true gentleman, he lets me lead the way, clasping his hand in mine as i open my wardrobe.

Shuffling around in it, I show him I have none of his clothes left, a smirk rising on my lips as he begins to realise I was right.

"Is that an apology I smell?" I ask, turning to the boy as he leans against the wardrobe door, rolling his eyes. "I never said anything dont know what you're on about"

"So he does speak! Thought you were mute for a minute" I say sarcastically, throwing him one of my own hoodies and a pair of pj bottoms.