Wishful Thinking

I never expected to see him again. I thought I had lost him for good. I thought I was free.
But, I guess it was just wishful thinking.
-(*warning* ~ suggested rating: 15+ - for sexual scenes, drug use, violence, language)-


13. CH. 13

It was 2 in the morning and I was still tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I sighed as I opened my eyes and stared off into darkness. At first I felt to lazy to get up, but I wanted to check on Harry. I slid off the bed, and pulled down the shirt so I knew it covered everything.

I opened the door at a crack first, just to look out. I saw Harry laying on the couch, watching T.V.

I looked over to the clock to double check the time. 2:10 a.m. Why is he still up?

I went to the open the door more but it made a squeak sound. I held my breath as I saw Harry look over to me.

He smirked, and said "still not sneaky enough, eh?" He then looked back to the T.V.

"Aren't you tired?" I asked him. "Nah, I can stay up all night." He then yawned afterwards. I crossed my arms as I still stood in the door way. "Really now?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, really. That yawn was jus-t a... a slip." He yawned midway through the sentence. "I suppose that one was a slip to?"


I then rolled my eyes. "Why don't you go to sleep?" I ask. "Not tired." He huffed. "Have you been watching T.V. all night?"  -  "Yeah."

"That's not good." I said. "Why not?" He asked, upset. "Well, its just not healthy... you know, for your eyes." I motioned to my eyes.

"Well..." He looked back over to me. "I know something that is healthy for my eyes." He winked. "Harry, I'm serious." - "Howdy do, serious?" He smirked, knowing that doing that annoys me. "About to knock someone upside the head, that's what's 'howdy do.'"

"Ooh, calm down, babe." He laughed.

"I'm making tea." I grumbled and walked off to his kitchen. The shirt swayed around my waist as I walked. I flicked on the light. The sudden brightness hurt my eyes at first, but they soon adjusted. I looked through cabinets looking for the cups.

I opened and closed doors as I kept on looking. I finally found them in the cabinet left to the stove. I stood on my tippy toes, but still couldn't reach. I climbed up onto the counter and stood slowly, trying not to fall.

I grabbed a clean looking cup and placed it down on the counter by my ankles. "If you needed help you could have just asked." Harry said from behind. I jumped slightly. "Jesus, Harry." I snapped. He laughed and walked over. "Need help down?" He asked.

I nodded and he placed his hands under my arms and lifted me off the counter, setting my on the floor. "Thanks." I said. "No problem." He replied. I turned away from him to look for the tea bags. I looked in his pantry, but didn't find it. "Um, where is your tea?" I asked him. "Over here." He was lent up against the counter, with his arms crossed. "Where over there?" I asked. He pointed to the cabinet above his head.

"Think you could get it down for me?"  -  "I know I can get it down."  - "Well will you? Please?" I asked. "Why don't you get?" He asked. "First off, you're in the way," He stepped away from the counter, "second, if I couldn't reach the cup, I doubt I could reach the tea." I tried to reason with him.

"Why don't you just climb on the counter again? I know you like to climb," he has me there, "and plus I get to look up my shirt you're wearing." And he lost me there. "So, its like a win-win situation." I gave him a glare. "What? Its nothing I haven't seen before." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. "Can you just get the tea, please?" I asked, annoyed. He rolled his eyes, and opened the cabinet door, then stretched to reach the tea. He grabbed the case and handed it to me. "Great, I think I pulled a muscle, happy now?" He rubbed the back of his shoulder. "Yes, thank you." I passed him to get to the counter where the cup is.

"You don't have one of the K-Cup thingies." I frowned. "K-Cup thingy?" Harry asked, still rubbing his shoulder.  "Yeah, you put water in it and it heats your water and you pick the size cup you want and then push the brew button and then you have tea." I explained. "Or if you have the little cup thingies you put in it, then you can make coffee, apple cider, and other stuff." I continued.

"Sounds interesting." Harry said, with a bit of sarcasm. "But here, we have a pot," he took out a small pot from under the stove, "and a stove." He patted it and walked away. I just stood in the middle of the kitchen, with a tea bag and a cup. I bit my lip. I have not had much experience using a stove to make tea.

Harry had walked out, but then walked back in. "Aren't you going to make tea?" He asked. "Um..."

"You don't know how, do you?" He said. "I do know how." I snapped. "Just not like this." I mumbled.

"Would you like help?" He asked. I nodded, "yeah.."

He walked over and pick the pot off the stove and filled it with water. He then put it back on the stove, and turned it on. "Now we wait for it to boil." He said. "Well, I knew all that." I mumbled.

"Hmm?" He asked. "Nothing." I replied. "Mhm... sure."  -  "Really, its nothing." I said.

"So, what you want to do to pass time?" I changed the subject. I leaned against the counter on one side of the stove, while he leaned against the other side.  "I have a few ideas." He smirked. "You know what I mean, like a game or something. Or we could talk." I suggested. "Boooringgg." He groaned. I rolled my eyes. "Lets just do what I was I thinking of." He said.

"What exactly would that be?" I asked. He lifted him self front he counter and walked over to me. He gently put his hands on my sides. "I'll show you." He said, lowly. He pressed himself against me, leaving no room in between. "We shouldn't do this." I said.

"Too late." He said before kissing my lips. It felt wrong, but it also felt right, you feel me?

I decided to kiss back. He moved his hands to my bum, lifting me onto the counter. He pulled away to start leaving kisses on my neck. I closed my eyes as Harry left love bites. I opened my eyes and saw that the water was boiling. "Harry!" I shouted. He stopped. "What?" He asked, surprised. "The water is boiling." I pointed over to the pot. He looked over to it and groaned silently. He turned off the stove and carefully brought a cup and pot over the sink and poured in the water.

"Get a bag." He said. I got a tea bag and placed in the cup.

"Here," he handed me the cup, and went to make his own tea. He retrieved the sugar.

We had finished making the tea. I walked carefully into the living room, trying not to spill the tea. Harry had already made it to the couch by the time I got to it.

"What time is it?" I asked. He picked up his phone from the table. "2:57."

I nodded and slowly sipped the tea, watching whatever Harry had on the T.V.

Even though I was more focused on the episode, I saw Harry, from the corner of my eye, look over to me and smile.

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