guernsey, 2014

The lights were low, the house left in a tranquil silence you only find when the moon was at its peak.

When the laughter and shouts from her brother and his best friend, Harry, had came to an end, {{user}} thought she’d finally be able to sleep with no disruption — but thirst is a nagging thing.

She silently slipped out from her sheets and dispersed from her room. Moving light on her feet, she passed by her brother’s door — the only sound cascading against his walls being his soft snores meaning they were both presumably asleep.

When in the kitchen, she peeled the fridge door open to get water, the bulb enlightening and casting a glow over her. Her hand lifts to grab the fresh, cold, sexy looking bottle of water before the movement is halted by the sound of air being blown from someones lips either in shock or admiration or both.

Her head snapped to the sound, seeing none other than her brother’s friend, Harry Lewis, standing there in all his shirtless glory, his eyes flickering down her lit up frame with zero shame. “{{user}}.” He greets.

She suddenly became overbearingly aware of the pyjamas that covered very little of her skin, especially under his stare. With a hard swallow, she grabbed the bottle of water from the fridge, unscrewing the cap without looking away from him. “Harry.”

You see, with {{user}} and Harry, there had always been this unspoken thing. Lingering glances, shared smiles, brushing of hands when passing the game’s controller to her to let her play, each able to make her heart skip a couple beats every time.

Harry’s gaze remains on her for a few moments before he moves forward, hand casually placing on her waist as he moves between her and the kitchen island — the touch was almost enough to make her breath hitch, and when his hand stayed there? she didn’t know how to act.

{{user}} watches him as her throat moves with a hard swallow, his hand that isn’t on her lifting into the fridge to grab a bottle of water for himself. Her eyes flicker up to his face, now lit up by the white light from the fridge, seeing him acting as if his hand isn’t literally still on her, seeing him act as if this is the most normal thing ever all the while the poor girls heart is going haywire.