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May POV

I walk into Harry's house Friday night around seven. He leads me to his kitchen. "So," He pulls out a chair for me to sit, I do. "Since I told you once I know how to cook, I thought that I will cook you dinner tonight. Then if you're not tired we can do something I have planned." I smile gently.

"I don't go to bed till two, so you're good." Harry cracks a smile. "What are you cooking?" I ask him while resting my chin in the palm of my hand.

"It's a surprise."

"Is that called I don't know?" I ask with a chuckle.

"Nope, I've been planning this out since Monday." Harry pauses and looks to me. "Did I say that out loud?" I nod with a chuckle. "Ignore what I said."

"Can I help with anything?"

"No, you just relax. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Water is good." He nods and goes in the fridge to grab me a bottle. "Thanks."

"Yep." He takes out stuff from the fridge.

"How's your lip?" I ask while opening my water.

"Eh, okay. Still a little sore but it's fine. How's your car?"

"The paint or whatever was on there, is gone. So, that's good." I murmur. "How's Jason?"

"You care?" He laughs.

"No, I mean it as did he press charges."

"No. Because when he explained it to the cops it was an act of bullying and vandalism on his part, so he got charged a fine for that. Meanwhile, the cops didn't care about what I did. They say it was defense."

"Aren't you lucky?" I sip my water.

"Very. My Mom would've killed me." I crack a smile.

"Where are your parents?" I ask.

"Out of town."

"Fun." I murmur. I look around his kitchen. It's huge. Like extremely. "When does the maid come?" I ask with an amused smile.

"Not till later." Harry says while turning on the stove. "Wait, were you mocking me?"

"Yeah." I laugh and he cracks a smile.

My phone beeps twice. "You can get that if you need."

"Thanks." I huff. I take my phone out of my pocket and see it's Adam.

Adam: MAYYYY

Adam: GUESS WHAT

May: what?

Adam: SOMEONE TOLD ME HARRY'S ACTUAL DICK SIZE IM DEAD

May: STOP ADAM I HATE TALKING ABOUT THESE THINGS

Adam: MAY

Adam: IT'S FUCKING 9IN WTF

I put my phone on the table and cringe.

Me: ew adam stop

Me: i don't like talking about this stuff

Adam: MAY YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT'S HUGE

Me: bye

Adam: GET THAT FUCKING DICK

"Who is it?" Harry asks. I look up at him.

"A-Adam."

"What did he want?"

"To tell me disturbing stuff." I lock my phone and put it away.

"Like what?" Harry chuckles.

"You don't want to know."

"May," Harry looks at me. "C'mon. Is it about him and Parker?"

"That would've seemed better then what he told me." I murmur.

"May, tell me."

"How's the food coming along?" I ask.

"Good. Stop changing the subject." His eyes narrow at me. I narrow my eyes back.

"He just told me he walked in on his Mom doing stuff." I come up with.

"What stuff?" I look at him. "Oh, sucking dick?"

"Okay, why does everyone say stuff like that so calmly? It's gross." I cringe. Harry's eyebrows knit together.

"Well, maybe for the girl." He smirks. I tilt my head at him. "Too soon, sorry." He chuckles. "You never said you suck dick, just in general?"

"Nope."

"Hm, interesting." He adds salt to whatever is in the pan. "What grosses you out about it?"

"Harry-"

"What?" He laughs. "I'm curious to know why anything sex related bugs you."

"It's just not something I like to talk about freely."

"Understandable. If you want you can grab plates." I slide off the stool. He points to the cabinet behind him. I open it and look all the way to the top self.

"Really?" I look at him.

"What? He turns around. "Oh, are you too short?" He smiles.

"I'm sorry I'm not the green giant." He grabs the plates and hands it to me.

"Next time I'll get you a stepping stool." I nudge him. Harry smiles. I place the plates next to one another on the counter and set up the forks and whatever. I pull out my phone when I hear it beep again.

Adam: 9

Adam: inches

Adam: almost a foot

Adam: a fucking foot

"What's nine inches?" Harry asks. I turn around quickly and smile gently.

"Um, he has to buy something that is 9 inches." I come up with.

His eyebrows furrow. Without me paying attention he grabs my phone out of my hand. My eyes widen. "Harry, no." I laugh.

"Oh, he's talking about me. I'm honored." Harry looks to me and laughs.

"Give it." He holds my phone up in the air.

"What's the magic word?"

"Can I please have it back." He hands it back and smirks. "Stop smirking."

"I'm not smirking." Now he's grinning.

"Stop." I nudge him.

"I'm flattered that Adam has the urge to tell you my penis size." I stare at him and he laughs. "May, honestly it's fine." His arms hug around my low waist. "I know the girls I've been with talk and stuff goes around." Harry looks down at me. "But, it's fine that Adam mentioned something to you that may or may not be true." He smiles gently.

"I didn't want him to tell me." I murmur.

"Did you want to be surprised?" I nudge him and he chuckles. "I'm joking." He his arms drop my from my waist and he checks on the food. I sit.

Harry looks up and me and I shake my head and look away.

***

Mid way through dinner it starts pouring rain. Harry got pissy because the thing he wanted us to do was outdoors.

I help him clean up. "Thanks for dinner. "I say to him.

"Anytime." Harry smiles gently. He leans down and kisses the top of my head. He pulls away and tilts my head up.

His lips touches mine softly. His hands cup my cheeks and his lips start kissing mine quickly. His hands drop to my waist and he grips my hips.

Harry's lips are soft against mine. He picks me up and puts me on the kitchen counter top that we just cleaned. He pushes himself in between my legs and his hands hold my head steady. My hands hold his low waist.

His lips leave mine and travel down to my neck. I bite my lip and screw my eyes shut. My heart is beating against my chest and my nerves are starting to come out more. His mouth goes back to mine but after a few moments I pull away. "We should stop." I say. His piercing green eyes meet mine.

For a moment he looks confused but the look is quickly washed over with a gentle smile. He pecks my lips gently. "Sorry if-"

"Don't say sorry May." Harry says, intertwining our fingers together. "I never want you to feel like you have to say sorry for not wanting to, you know continue something." I lick my lips and teeth my teeth bite down on my lower lip. He pecks my lips and smiles. "Plus, you know this is the first date." I laugh and he cracks a smile.

"Thanks for uh understanding though."

"Of course. Now, lets make cupcakes. I told you I used to work in a bakery right?" I smile and try not to chuckle.

"Yes. Twice actually."

"Oh." He looks away. "Anyways, I'm told I make a mean cup cake." I smile gently and let him ramble about how he used to work in a bakery.

A://N

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