Weightless (H.S. BWWM)

Blue Dream

My attention gets brought back to the present when I see the black and gold gate of Harry's neighborhood come into my view. I wave to Eddie as I pass through. I've been here so much lately he doesn't even stop me anymore. The second he sees my car round the corner he opens the gate for me, it's appreciated.

Pulling to a stop in Harry's driveway I take a moment to get myself together. As great as it's been to be around him again it brought on a huge surge of emotions I'm not sure how to deal with. It's been so long since I've felt anything let alone romantic feelings for someone I don't remember how to hide them. As corny as it is, every time I see him I recite the same mantra to myself; conceal, don't feel.

"Conceal, don't feel," I repeat over and over, hopping out of my car. I grab my bag and head to the front door I know will be open. It always is for me.

Before I can enter the house fully a waft of kettle corn popcorn hits my senses making me smile. I lock the door behind me and sit my bag down at the steps beside the kitchen before walk up them towards the source of the smell.

"You're here!" Harry exclaims happily, leaving the bag in the microwave to give me a hug.

His scent hits my nose harder than the corn ever could, making my brain float. I lose myself in the fragrance, dark sultry musk brightened with a hint of oranges. It always amazes me how well the two scents play together, but maybe it's his skin's own aroma that makes the difference.

Pulling back from me he looks me up and down laughing when he sees my attire. I can only assume he doesn't find my black and white plaid pj pants humorous so he's either laughing at my shirt or my dinosaur claw house shoes.

"I love your shirt," he snickers, walking to the microwave to grab the bag of popcorn. "Honestly, I don't think I've ever looked so good."

I try to hide the huge smile on my face, unsure of if that was a flirty compliment or not. Looking down at my top, Harry's silly facial expression there staring back at me makes me laugh.

A part of me wants to confess I didn't recently order this shirt to mess with him. I want to tell him I've had it for years because having a piece of him with me when I slept comforted me. That wearing this shirt with his face on it gave me good dreams in a time when I felt like my waking life was a nightmare.

But I don't, instead I let my laugh be enough and grab the bowl of kettle corn from him.

"I bought something special for tonight's cocktail," Harry sings, migrating over to the pantry.

Spinning around to face me he holds up two bottles of liquor, Rumchata and Fireball.

Upon seeing my expression he explains, "I remembered you telling me your favorite cereal is Cinnamon Toast Crunch so I looked up a recipe and came across this one. Apparently if I mix these two just right we'll end up with a drink that tastes like Cinnamon Toast Crunch milk."

I grin, eyes widening with greed. The milk from the cereal is the best part. Practically skipping over to him I wrap him in another hug.

"You're the sweetest, greatest, most thoughtful friend I've ever had Houdini," I admit sweetly, kissing his cheek.

Both of us feel an electric shock, my lips and his cheek, causing us to separate faster than we came together.

His eyes connect with mine until I look away, too afraid of what I might do if I keep staring. I don't know what possessed me to kiss him in the first place. It's a line we haven't crossed, and for good reason.

"Conceal, don't feel," I ramble mentally, screaming it so my wayward body parts get the message and cool their jets.

"I'm going to get Netflix ready," I chirp, grabbing the popcorn bowls, one kettle one regular, from the island.