Friends With Benefits


65. Chapter 65

Harry P.O.V.

"I'll be back," I yelled over my shoulder up the stairs to my mum. 
"Okay, sweetie! Be safe," I heard her chime back from inside her bedroom where she was already snuggled up with her cup of tea and my stepdad who had just come home. I grabbed Leslie's coat and opened it up for her to slip in to. She gave me a smirk, looking up at me from under her eyelashes as she shook her head at my chivalry. I smirked back at her as I tilted my head, giving her an "I'm waiting" expression. She pursed her lips trying to contain her smile, letting out a huff as she gave in. If she were to tell me she didn't like it, she'd be lying. I knew she loved it, she just wasn't used to guys doing things like this for her. 

She turned around, slipping her arms into the sleeves with ease, then turned back around to face me. I fixed the brim of her collar, patting down the sides, and adjusted the scarf around her neck to make sure she was snug and warm. I grabbed my own coat and she reciprocated my actions; flipping up my collar to protect my neck from the cold winter air we were about to set out in to. As her hands were fixated on the buttons of my coat, I grabbed her by the waist to pull her closer- bringing her just mere inches from my face as I pressed her body into me. I looked down, eyeing her soft, plump lips, licking my own, then bringing my gaze back up to hers. I leered at her for a moment, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, tugging it in slightly and forming a devilish smile. She didn't hold my gaze for long as she quickly looked away, burying her face into my shoulder with a giggle.
Her hands rested, palms flat, against my chest as she hesitantly looked back up at me. 
"Stop," she whispered, eyes wide, trying to hold back a smile.
"Stop what?" I asked, still with the same smug expression as I then gave her a slow and lazy blink.
"You know "what." Stop giving me that look," she said, attempting to give me a stern look, but failing miserably as the edges of her lips rose into a small smile. 
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said with mock innocence, all the while knowing I was being such a tease to her.
"I hate you," she said jokingly, shaking her head with her lips pursed- her dimples then sinking in as an uncontrolled smile formed on her face.

"Mhmm, sure you do, Love," I said sarcastically with a smile, pressing her body into me even more- causing her stomach to have to arch up into me so she could tilt her head up to continue to meet my gaze.
"I do. I really do," she teased with a smile as she grabbed hold of the front of my coat, pulling me down to her even more so that our lips were almost touching. I beamed back at her then gave her a kiss- not being able to resist her lips any further. I pulled away slowly, still smiling as I then pressed my forehead to hers.
"Alright, come on, let's go," I said before giving her a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. She scrunched it up in response and I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. I unwound my arms from around her waist and headed over to the door.

"After you, me lady," I said in mock courtliness as I opened the front door for her- lifting my hand to present the open doorway as if it were an extravagant showcase on a game show.
"Oh my god, you're such a dork," she said rolling her eyes, but giving me a cheesy smile nonetheless. I returned the smile, placing my hand on the small of her back as she walked past me; guiding her out, then pulling the door shut behind me.

She walked quickly on her tiptoes to the passenger side of my car, and I hurried behind her to the driver's side to unlock the doors.
We shuffled into my car, rubbing our hands together and placing them to our mouths, letting out a breath to warm them up after the shock of the cold air. 

As she was busy still warming up, I looked over at her for a moment, admiring every feature of her face.

I don't know what it was about cold weather, but it just made her face seem much more softer and much more gentler. I loved how it made her cheeks just the tiniest bit rosy and her lips slightly pinker than they normally were- making them that much more kissable.

"What?" she asked nervously as she caught me staring at her. Her hands instinctively reached for her face, where she began to pat around her mouth, searching for the reason behind my intent look. "Is there something on my face?" she asked with an innocent uncertainty, already beginning to blush with embarrassment.

"No," I said sweetly with a warm smile, shaking my head, 
"You're perfect."

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