Y/N is excited.
This past week has been very stressful, working nine hour shifts every day and still coming home to study for at least two hours before hitting the hay, waking up the following morning and doing it all over again. So, when her best friend Harry texted her saying he'd be over Saturday night (he knew she didn't work Sundays), she busted her ass trying to make her apartment look as clean as possible. She was pulling her hair into a ponytail when she heard him enter through the front door.
"Honey, I'm home." He sang as he stepped into the foyer, slipping off his shoes and padding over to her in the bathroom. Y/N's heart clenched at his choice of words because gosh darn it she liked Harry, and she'll gladly revel in his sweet words (even if he didn't know the effect they had on her). She smiles at him, reaching her hands into the air and wrapping them around his neck. "What's all this?" He looks over her shoulder as he's still hugging her, patting her lower back where his hands rest as his eyes drag over the various products on the sink.
"Beauty stuff!" She breaks the hug, turning around and picking up a face scrub that promises to remove all impurities Even my thoughts?
"Well, you don't need any of this stuff then. You're already beautiful." He taps her nose, her eyes closing at the contact and sighing happily at his compliment.
"Oh, hush. You're the beautiful one." She pokes his dimple, the corners of his mouth turning up as he looks at her soft, fresh face. "This is a face scrub! I've been meaning to use it because my skin's been feeling so tight lately." Harry's mind drifts off, staring at her lips as she speaks. I wonder what else is tight. "And it smells like grapefruit, so that's a plus!" He listens to her spiel about which face washes she prefers and why, his hearing fading in and out as he watches her lips part around words, staring a bit too long that Y/N takes notice of as she rinses off the scrub from her face. "What're you looking at?" She dabs her face dry with a towel.
Harry's cheeks tingle with heat, knowing he's been caught. "Um, nothing, nothing. Just wondering which face mask to choose." He picks up two, reading the differences of each and going with the one that promises glowing, healthy looking skin. Y/N feels a piece of her heart fall off, wishing he'd say he was looking at her, but oh well. She wasn't going to let her feelings get in the way of their fun night together. She watches his long, nimble fingers tear open the packaging, attempting to place the wet sheet mask onto his face. "How do you do this? It's so flimsy."
Y/N smiles, helping him stick the mask to his face. "There. Now, don't move. You have to leave it on for ten minutes." She puts one on herself, inhaling the coconut scent and exhaling. She looks at the two of them in the mirror, snorting at how comical they look. She laughs a bit too hard, the mask falling off her face and onto the tile floor. "Oh, no." She pinches her eyebrows together, bending down to pick it up and toss it into the trash. Harry takes his off, a big smile on his face as he hands it over to her.
"Here, darling. You can use mine."
"But you were already using it."
"Are you saying my face is dirty?" He puts his hand on his chest, acting offended. Y/N swats his shoulder, grabbing the sheet mask and replacing it onto him.
"No, silly. I'm saying it's already yours." She taps the wet material into place. "It's okay. My skin feels hydrated anyway from the scrub." She massages the excess moisture into her face, tapping her cheeks so they don't turn red from her rubbing, knowing Harry will tease her if he sees her face turn crimson. Despite Y/N putting the mask back on him, he peels it off and tosses it into the trash. "Harry! You still had eight more minutes."
"It felt slimy." He sticks his tongue out, making a gagging noise. "And plus, I'm hungry! Let's go make some cookies, yeah? Those gooey chocolate chip ones?"
"I don't have any." She pouts, slouching her shoulders. "I haven't been grocery shopping in a while."
"I brought the cookie dough with me." He pokes her nose. "And why haven't you told me you need groceries? You know I'll go buy you some. S'no trouble."
"I don't want you fretting over me, s'fine." She wafts the air like it's no big deal and walks into the kitchen, Harry hot on her tail. He opens her fridge, face pinching when he sees it's nearly empty aside from some almond milk, eggs, cheese, and corn tortillas dispered randomly.
"What's this then? You don't have nearly anything. I was at least expecting to see some Swiss Rolls in here."
"I don't eat those anymore! I'm trying to go on a diet." She says as she brings some barbecue Lay's down from the cabinet.
"What for? You're already in great shape." His eyes rake up and down her body, focusing on her thighs that drive him fucking crazy, just wanting to squeeze and bite into them.
"Sure." She snorts, filling two cups with water and placing them on the kitchen island.
"I'm serious! Your body is amazing." He feels himself drool almost, staring at her chest and realizing she isn't wearing a bra, her nipples poking through the thin fabric of a Forever 21 shirt that reads Ultimate Girl.
"Harry, stop with the compliments. You're gonna make me start blushing." She touches her cheek, already feeling it heat up.
"Just being honest." He lifts his hands in the air in surrender. "You don't need to be on a diet. You're already perfect." He walks a few steps closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. In this moment, it feels like Harry is her boyfriend, and she loves it, resting her cheek against his chest and inhaling his scent.
"I'm not, but thank you."
"If I say you're perfect then you are, okay?" Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear that had fallen out of her ponytail, he stares into her eyes, making her look away from the intensity of it all. "Okay?" He urges her, grabbing her chin between his fingers.
"Okay." She looks at him with big eyes, feeling a little dizzy from Harry being so close.
"Good girl." Her knees nearly give out as his words ring in her ears, and she wonders how she's not actually on the floor as he presses his lips to the corner of her mouth. She gasps, not expecting this at all. Thought he would kiss her forehead or cheek, not her lips (even if it was just the side). He pulls away, smirking as he unwraps his arms from her. "I'm starved. How about we make those cookies now?"
Y/N really couldn't give a fuck about cookies right now. //
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