mutuality | wroetoshaw

thirty

"If you give me food poisoning, I'm going to be very upset," I tell the brown haired boy beside me. "I'm still traumatised from the last time I had it."

"For the fifth time. I am an excellent cook! You'd be surprised with how many times I get requested to bring homemade meals to work!" He replies, stirring something that - in all fairness, smelled delicious.

I just nod my head, swiveling round on the high chair that placed me on the other side of the kitchen island, opposite where Harry was cooking away.

"I expect no less than a five star rating by the end of this," he argues back, temporarily putting a lid on the saucepan, leaning back against the counter, grinning at me.

"Well," I say slowly, taking a sip of my drink. "We will see about that later," I finish, putting the empty glass back down.

"Another glass?" He offers, picking up the bottle of red wine besides him.

"I suppose it'll be too rude not to, although I refuse to get drunk again today," I laugh, and he seems to be in agreement too.

"You were funny on red wine," he comments, and I think back to that night, where I was still pining over him in secret.

"I drunk called you. It was embarrassing, not funny!" I protest back, but the smile remains on my face.

"I nearly told you I liked you, that night," he says suddenly, catching my gaze as he talks. I look back at him, silence falling over both of us.

"You did?" I ask hesitantly, cocking my head slightly.

"Yeah. But you were drunk and in my head, I - I wanted to do it properly. I mean, it didn't happen how I planned for it to go anyway, but I -"

"I know what you mean," I interrupt him softly. "I think I nearly told you that night, too. I know I wanted to, at least," I confess to him.

"I'm glad I have you now, I really am, but I am also just so frustrated with myself that I wasted so much time. We could've had longer together," he says, and he actually looks a little torn up about it, so I leave my position, walking round the island and burying myself into him.

It's meant to be a hug comforting him, but I think I feel most comforted as his arms wrap around my back, moving in a circular motion.

"We have each other now. And we have all the time in the world, okay?"

I feel him nod his head, but we still stay in this position for a little while longer, both of us getting what we need from the hug.

"Alright, alright, I give you permission to carry on cooking for me," I say, sarcasm laced into my tone. I pull away, heading back over to my seat, as he pours me another glass which I happily accept.

"Oh, really? Thank you, that's an honour," he replies, his voice also full of sarcasm. "Prepare to have your mind blown with my invention," he says, and now I really am scared.

It turns out okay, in the end. His invention ends up being a recipe he had found online, and he had spent the last twenty minutes fucking with me.

"This is actually really good," I say, between mouthfuls of the freshly prepared food.

"I told you I could cook, didn't I?" He reiterates, looking extremely proud of himself.

"Forgive me for having a little bit of doubt in my mind. I'm being serious, I'm a changed woman after Cyprus," I grin, just as my phone goes off. "Sorry," I apologise, noticing that it is Kon calling me.

"Answer it. I'll start washing up," he whispers, kissing the side of my neck as he grabs my empty plate from in front of me.

I accept the call, holding it up to my ear because I have no idea what this is about.