Adore [H.S.]

28

"The tan one. It looks like a fedora? It has a thin black ribbon type thingy around it." She explained as she continued to dig through a box of hats and baseball caps. 

"Um, I haven't seen it love. Sorry." 

Jaz groaned once more before throwing her box of hats to the floor and crawling through her closet. "It has to be here somewhere." 

"Well hurry up!" I laughed while walking out her door. As I made my way to our living room a loud knock came from the front door. "I think Tiff is here," I called to Jaz. 

"Give me fifteen more minutes!" She called back, slamming the door behind her. 

Rolling my eyes, I made my way towards the door. As I opened it up, my breathing hitched in my throat. Instead of Tiff's straight newly dyed brown locks, was a familiar head of brown curls. 

"Harry?" He looked up from his phone, his dimpled smile that could cure world hunger smiling up at me. 

"Hey," his voice sounded like sweet honey to my ears. His voice was heavy with it's usual rasp and still held that danger that I grew to enjoy. 

"What are you doing here?" As I ask this, he pushes through my door and towards my bedroom. He takes a seat on my bed, his eyes locked on my packed suitcase. 

"I heard you were going on vacation." He says, his voice deadpanned. I look around my room, a sudden wave of uncomfortableness overtaking my body. My arms are wrapped around my torso as my teeth bite down on the corner of my lip. 

"Yeah. Mykonos, for the week." My eyes don't want to look his way. The strong scent of his cologne suffocating my senses in the most perfect way possible. 

"Ah. I heard it's nice there." 

"Yeah." 

The silence between us is awkward. Neither one of us looking at one another. He is still seated on the bed as I stand next to my dresser with my side leaning against it. The door to my bedroom is shut but I can still manage to hear the shower running. 

I glance up at him. My breath hitches in my throat as I take in his appearance. The black and white stripped t-shirt that he has on clings to his body in the most heavenly way possible. He wears his usual pair of black skinny jeans and tattered black boots. The way his body sits on my bed is enticing. With every ounce of restraint that I have left inside me, I refrain myself from doing something that I know I will regret later. 

The silence was deafening. I open my mouth to speak, the words struggling to come out. "What - why are you here, Harry?" 

He looks up at me from his steady stare on his linked fingers. His plump lips are pursed as he holds back a smirk. His dimple fights to be shown, but he coughs, running his hand through his styled hair and straightening up his posture. 

"I wanted to see you." He speaks the words carefully. The sounds drawling out. 

"Why? It's been a week since I last saw you." I ask him. My breath hitches in my throat as he stands up. With each step that he walks closer to me, I take one step back. My body hits the door, shutting it behind me. My ears perk up to hear that Jaz is still taking her untimely shower. 

Harry has me trapped with his hands resting on either side of my head. He uses one hand to lock the door behind me as he uses the other to push a piece of fallen hair back behind my ear. His minty breath fans over my lips. Involuntarily my eyes shut and breath hitches. 

"What are you doing here, Harry." My voice comes out breathy while my body remains still. 

"I wanted to see you." He speaks. The tone of his voice remains calm and collected; a vast contrast from the pounding madness of my heart.