Play Date // h.s. (REVISING)

4.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast clearly coming from downstairs. I knew food all too well to deny that bacon was currently in the process of preparation as I woke up.

Though my legs were weak from a night's rest, I just couldn't resist getting out of bed. However, I resisted the temptation of going straight downstairs, for I was dressed in clothing I wouldn't want to be seen in, especially by Harry.

My pajamas consisted of awfully short shorts, and a super baggy Hello Kitty pajama tee. I stripped down from my embarrassment of an outfit, and searched the depths of my closet for something acceptable to wear.

After finding a pair of black leggings and a somewhat large band tee, I quickly dressed myself in the more presentable outfit choice, and threw my hair up in a messy bun. I then left my bedroom, my stomach empty and ready to devour the first meal of the day.

I slowly walked down the stairs, taking caution of my sleepy legs. I didn't feel like falling down the stairs in a rush and completely humiliating myself. Not today.

As soon as I entered the kitchen area, I couldn't help but blush and feel a little guilty for entering without warning. Harry was standing at the stove, dressed only in a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

I stared at the muscles on his back, and the backs of his long legs. And I admired the mess of curls on his head. And I couldn't control myself when my eyes met his backside, noticing how he had a little "cake", if you know what I mean.

"Good morning, sunshine." His voice sounded, his back still facing me. I jumped at the sudden words that escaped his lips, but my body warmed up at the sound of his raspy, tired voice.

"G-good morning." I stuttered, feeling a bit shy, and somehow fearful of how he was aware of my presence. My footsteps were faint, but maybe he felt me staring him down.

"How was your sleep?" He said, turning around now. I watched as he licked excess food of some sort off of his fingers, sending shivers down my spine.

My eyes then trailed down to the black boxers that would probably haunt me during his stay. I caught a glimpse of what looked like a large bulge, but my eyes immediately snapped back up to meet his. He was still watching me, a somewhat amused look on his face, as if he was trying to hide the sheepish smirk.

"Good." I mumbled in response to his previous question, my voice barely audible. I'd be surprised if he had honestly heard me.

"Do you feel awkward? Should I put more clothes on?" He asked me, and I blushed at the idea of him staying half-n.aked around me. I'd stare at his bare body everyday if I had to.

But I knew he only asked the question to tease me. I knew he caught me when my eyes traveled down his body. I knew he felt entertained by my vulnerability.

"N-no. You're f-fine." I stammered, mentally facepalming at how awkward I was. I was sure he would put clothes on anyways, thanks to the fact that I made the moment awkward just by speaking, or because he knew I wanted to stare at him some more. He would put more clothes on just to tease and aggravate me, I'm sure.

"I'll put more clothes on anyways. I'm sorry. I should have gotten dressed as soon as I woke up. This is inappropriate. You're still young and innocent." He said, and I felt the urge to cry, only in my mind though.

"What makes you think I'm innocent?" I questioned him, deciding to argue just a bit, in a playful way though. I had to break the ice a little. I had to make things less awkward.

"Love, you're awkward as all hell. You can hardly speak with me. And your mum is protective over you. Of course you're innocent." He crossed his arms over his chest, confident with his defense, but I had more to say. For once.

"Oh really? I'll have you know I once didn't do my homework and when my mom asked me if I did all of my homework, I lied to her and told her I did." I said, a smug look on my face. Harry chuckled, this goofy smile on his face. I wasn't quite sure why.

"I'll have you know I never did homework when I was in high school. You're not any less innocent because you lied about doing homework once. Just accept it, love. Innocence is adorable." I couldn't help but blush.

I'm innocent, so he basically called me adorable, right? A grown man standing in front of me in just boxers and tattoos down his arms and on his chest called me adorable. I must be one lucky girl.

"But-" Harry cut me off as soon as I started speaking.

"No, don't say a word. You're innocent and it's cute. Don't fight off such an admirable title." He said. "Men my age go crazy for innocence. I don't want to say anything too inappropriate for you, but let's just say the tighter the better." Harry winked, and I swear my ovaries exploded.

I wasn't one to know a whole lot about s.exual things, but I knew exactly what he meant. However, I wasn't going to act like I knew. If he was convinced I was innocent and still found it cute, so be it.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, making an attempt to sound confused, which actually worked quite well.

"You'll figure out what I mean someday." He told me, then turned around, back to the food he had previously prepared. "But for now, how about you get some breakfast in your system?"

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