Parachute | Harry Styles Short Story

10 - That's Life!

"That's true," she rolls her eyes.

Harry takes note of the laptop and notepad, he remembers they have a project to actually start working on and he cringes. He slowly points at the laptop set-up.

"How's that going?" he asks.

"Two fights, one argument and general confusion," she chuckles.

"I can imagine. Let's eat," he gestures at the couch.

With a smile, they comfortably settle down on the couch with slight distance between each other and tender awkwardness in the air.

Blue digs into her breakfast bagel and happily smiles at how delicious it is.

The multiple tabs on her screen reveal - research, BSL classes, job searches and a few random sites.

Harry knows he hasn't prepared for the project and he's not feeling as motivated as he had hoped.

Maybe working together with Blue will help.

"This is delicious," she says.

"And messy," he smiles at the stain in the corner of her mouth.

Before Blue can react, he tenderly uses his thumb to wipe away the stain. It is as intimate as she can think of and she tries her hardest not to scream.

Harry cleans his thumb with a paper towel and they continue with their breakfast.

"So, do you have any idea what your project will be about?" she says with a mouthful.

"I can't understand any of that," he chuckles, pointing at her mouth.

"I'm so sorry!" Blue panics.

"Take it easy," he smiles.

Blue slowly nods as she chews it down and clears her throat.

"I was talking about the project," she is clearer.

"Do you have any ideas yet?" he asks.

"Not yet, it's all messy," she sighs.

"I have no idea what to do," Harry admits.

"We can figure something out," she smiles.

"Thanks," he quickly signs and focuses on his breakfast.

There is something awkward about him and Blue is unable to put a finger to it. They eat again in silence until Blue is done with her sandwich and happily smiles in contentment.

"Do you want some lemonade?" she asks.

"Sure," he nods.

Without saying more, Blue rises and heads to her kitchen. Alone, Harry nervously finishes up his sandwich and checks his phone.

Spending the night and this morning with Blue is something he has enjoyed, and he does not want the moment to end.

This is saying a lot for him and he is reconsidering every single thing he wanted to tell Blue.

Harry puts his phone away and adjusts on the couch as she shows up with their lemonade.

Blue softly smiles as she hands him his drink and she places her laptop on her legs.

"I was learning random BSL words," she giggles.

"Well done to you," he calmly signs.

"Are you okay?" She signs and speaks.

"I think so," he is honest.

"What's wrong?" She frowns a little.