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I began to panic. Everything was so sudden, and moving way too fast. I'd been completely unprepared for Harry's visit, and not to mention - he was sitting downstairs waiting for me, which made things a hell of a lot worse. If he had been five minutes away, then it may not have been so bad. With the little time I had, I scampered around my room like a mad person to get ready.

I groaned as I received a text, knowing very well that it was Harry getting impatient.

Harry:
It has been like, ten minutes. What the hell are you doing? Digging to China?

I just groaned and threw my phone on my bed as I rushed around to make my self semi-presentable. I'd taken the shortest shower in my life only moments ago, and trying to find clothes that weren't dirty or rumpled was proving to be a difficult task. 

Why me? I kept wondering as I raced around and pulled on some jeans lying at the bottom of my cupboard. They looked and smelled clean, and that was good enough for me. 

My phone buzzed again and I stomped over to it to find a few more texts from none other than the nosy bugger downstairs that happened to be none other than my boyfriend.

Boyfriend. It still felt funny to say it like that. He was honestly the sweetest guy I had ever met, and my friends and parents had told me several times that I was lucky to have ended up with someone so genuine and kind.

Harry:
Amanda.
Hello.
Are you still alive?
...
Don't make me come up-stairs.
...
I will, I mean it.
The ice-cream is melting.

His messages caught my attention; well, one in particular.

Amanda:
Not the ice-cream!

Harry:
You ARE alive!

Amanda:
Of course I'm alive!
I had to rush into the shower and blow dry my hair then find clean clothes.
You gave me no time to look presentable.

"Perfume!" I gasped suddenly before I searched in drawers and on top of cupboards for my glass bottle of rose fragrance. It was my favourite, and Harry had once commented on it when we were in the lunch hall together.

He had unexpectedly crept up behind me, wrapped his arms round me and whispered, "You smell amazing," in my ear before he sat down beside me and stole a chip from my plate. Me being me, I poked his hand with my fork and he'd just scowled disapprovingly at me before laughing and attempted to take another. Then I'd threatened him with the knife and he'd backed down. 

Harry:
You love me really :3

I grinned at my screen, pondering if what he had said was true. Did I love him? Yes, I did to an extent. Deep romantic feelings of mush and painful heart-pounding love, though? Perhaps not so far - at the moment, it was a simple love, a first love, a teenage love.

My perfume had fallen down the back of my dresser and I sprayed some on before replying to him.

Amanda:
After this little stunt, it's debatable.

Harry:
:O
...
Amanda, don't hate me; love me!

Amanda:
Nope, too late buddy boy!
You blew it!

I instantly regretted that, for I knew his dirty little brain would think of something naughty in reply. Funnily enough, I didn't mind his dirty sense of humour for I had one too - I just loved teasing him about it too much.

Harry:
Do YOU wanna blow something? ;)

"Bloody knew it," I muttered before I glanced at myself in the mirror. I looked alright, my hair wasn't a shambles and my clothes looked fine. Finally happy with my appearance, I sent him:

Amanda:
Harry.
Get.
Out.
Of.
My.
House.
You.
Disgusting.

However, before I could finish insulting him, he interrupted me with his own choice of words.

Harry:
Beautiful*

I tried to type faster.

Amanda:
Vulgar.

Harry:
Charming*

And failed spectacularly.

Amanda:
Disrespectful.

Harry:
Sexy*

I furiously typed out my text, my eyes narrowed every so slightly. He very rarely got on my nerves, and this was only playful but damn I was about ready to cut those curls off his head.

Amanda:
STOP INTERRUPTING ME!

Harry:
Make me!
;)

I said:

Amanda:
Fuck you.

To which, he cockily replied;

Harry:
You wish, Mands. You wish ;)

I rolled my eyes as I slowly opened my bedroom door and peeked into the hall. I released a sigh when finding that he was still downstairs and waiting, and I carefully slipped out of my room and shut the door behind me as quietly as I could.

I turned my phone on silent as I crept closer to the landing, knowing fully well that I would be able to see him from the banister. He would be facing away from me if he'd opted to sit on the couch, and that was exactly what I was hoping for - I just wanted to observe him for a while.

I slowly edged closer to the landing, my eyes peering round the wall to catch sight of him sitting, thankfully, on the couch with his back turned to me. He looked fairly alright, his foot tapping impatiently and a carrier bag by his side which no doubt held all the goodies he'd brought along.

I sent him another text.

Amanda:
Ha, funny.
I'll be down in five minutes.

I watched him glance down at his phone, his head bowed over the small device. I felt my phone vibrate as his messages reached me.

Harry:
Alright, babe :)

Amanda:
Don't call me babe.

Harry:
Aw, alright.
...
Sorry, babe.

"Cheeky git," I whispered to myself before I looked back at him again. I don't know what it was about him, but whenever I looked at him, I was entranced. He was cute, funny, quirky and not to mention kind as hell. Kindness was a trait so rarely found nowadays, and Harry was just kindness on legs. He was amazing to be honest, and as I continued to observe him, the more I realised how my love for him would most definitely grow.

I replied. 

Amanda:
I will launch those tubs of ice-cream at your Cherub curls if you do not stop.
I am dead serious, Tarzan.

Harry:
But then you'd get me all covered in Ben & Jerry's! :O
...
Then again, it's not that bad. I mean, you could always lick me clean ;)

I shuddered at his word choice, shaking my head slowly back and forth. He was kind, yes - but also a dirty little shit at times. Thankfully, I could handle his naughty ways and dirty talk and most of the time I just found myself laughing at the things he said.

Amanda:
You are foul.
Sleazy little shit XD

Harry:
Oh, shut up and hurry your arse up! 

I smiled down at my phone, but soon frowned as he hurriedly messaged me again.

Harry:
...
Fuck.
No, seriously, Amanda, hurry up - this ice-cream looks like it's seen better days.

I took a deep breath before I quickly sent him one last message before descending the steps.

Amanda:
Alright, alright! :P

Each step I took, the closer I was to Harry, and apparently he must have heard me coming, for he was on his feet and turning to face me with that dimpled grin of his and cheeky glint in his eye.

"Hey," he said, still grinning widely at me. I knew he was excited to see me out of school, and I wasn't going to lie, I was pretty happy to see him out-with the premises too. Dressed in loose jeans and a baggy hoodie, he looked pretty good, at least compared to my futile attempt at looking nice.

"Hi," I said back before I held out my hand. "Gimme the ice-cream so I can put it in the freezer."

He just pouted and said, "But I thought you were going to lick it off my body?"

I just laughed incredulously and shook my head before I took the desserts from him and made my way through to the kitchen. "I don't think so, Harry. Your fantasies shall forever remain just that - fantasies."

"Aw, but Mands," he moped, trailing behind me like a lost puppy. He wrapped his around around me and pulled my body back against his. "Why?" he wailed pettily. 

"Be a man," I teased before I turned round in his embrace and hugged him tight.

We'd not kissed yet, only hugged and held hands. We weren't quite at the saliva exchanging part yet, and it was something I'd thought over several times; what would our first kiss be like? Awkward or comfortable? Wet or disgustingly, sloppily wet? A peck on the lips or a proper snog with tongue and all? There were endless possibilities.

Little did I know, that after a lot of movies and junk food, would I find out.

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