Twist Of Fate

Now I'm The Fool Here

"Cause you're hot, then you're cold! You're yes, then you're no!" I scream, as I toss another pancake onto the white plate that's lying beside the stove. Arms wrap around my waist, making me jerk my elbow into the attacker's stomach.
"Ow, Bump!" Harry groans. I turn around to find him doubled over, his hands around his stomach.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Harry." I apologize, holding his shoulders. "I-I didn't know it was you. In my defense, it's not completely my fault. Who wraps his arms around his girlfriend's waist at ten in the night?"
"A lot of boyfriends," Harry says.
"Well, you crept up on me!" I point an accusing finger at Harry. "How'd you get into my house?"
"Kate," Harry straightens up and grabs the side of the counter. "I borrowed your house keys from her."
"Oh," I murmur. Kate and I need to have a serious conversation regarding her giving out my house's keys to anyone and everyone. However, Harry isn't just anyone. I guess it's okay, I'll let Kate off the hook.
"Thanks for the water, Bumper." Harry says, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
"Sorry," I murmur. Hastily, I grab a glass off the counter and head over to the fridge to take out a bottle of cold water. "What're you doing here at this hour?"
"I'm here to stay." I turn around and raise an eyebrow. "Remember our bet?" Bet? Oh, right! Harry said that if he won the boxing match, he'd stay the rest of the days that he's here with me. Good Lord! Does that mean he wants to sleep with me? "It's a pleasure living with you, too."
"No, I mean...I just forgot about the bet." I say, handing him the glass of water. My palms are sweaty and my heart's beating so hard against my rib cage, I'm afraid it'll break. This is bad. Very bad.
"Well, I didn't." Harry shrugs his shoulders and places the glass on the counter beside him. He places his hands on my hips and pulls me closer to his body. Our noses and lips brush. I turn my head to the side. Harry's lips meet my neck and he begins to suck on it. I feel my knees buckle underneath me and I would fall down had Harry's hands not been on my hips.
"Hmm...you smell so good," Harry murmurs. I close my eyes and let the feeling of sheer pleasure that Harry ignites in my body, flow through it. I hum when Harry's lips land on my soft spot, as Harry calls it. This man can work wonders. He's a tension reliever to sum it up.
"Shall we move this to the bedroom?" Harry asks me, his lips not stopping their job.
"No!" I say, louder than necessary. I jerk back and turn my back on Harry. "I'm making pancakes. Want some?"
"For dinner?" Harry says, as I take my place in front of the stove and ladle out some batter.
"So? Can't one have pancakes for dinner?" I turn around and raise an eyebrow. "Why people label what food we should eat and when, I don't understand." I shrug my shoulders and flip the pancake over. "Though, I have to warn you, the pancakes won't be perfectly round."
"That's okay, Bump." Harry takes his place behind me and buries his face in my neck again. I'm not ready for this tonight, but I can't tell that to Harry.
"Harry, please give me some space. I need to take out hot pancakes," I say. Harry obliges, but due to the lack of words, I know he's hurt. It hurts me to treat him in his manner, but I have no other option because I don't know how to just tell him. It's not that easy to say.
"Bump, I'll wait for you in the lounge." Harry says. I nod my head, sucking on the inside of my mouth. Fifteen minutes later, the pancakes are made and I head out of the kitchen toward the lounge with a tray stacked high with pancakes, maple syrup and Nutella. Harry's lounging on a sofa, watching tv. When I enter the lounge, Harry raises his head and smiles when he sees me. Harry gets up and pats the seat beside him.
"The pancakes smell lovely. Pancakes that have cost me heavily," Harry says. I place the tray on his lap and sit down beside him.
"How so?" I ask, taking the plate of pancakes. I cut off a small piece, dip it in Nutella and pop it into my mouth.
"These pancakes stole my time with my girl." I roll my eyes and shove a pancake piece into Harry's mouth. "Amazing!" Harry compliments, chewing on the pancake.
"Thank you! Pancakes are one item of food that I can make," I state proudly. Even though, just making magnificent pancakes isn't some sort of an accomplishment. Hell, for me it is.
"You can't cook?" Harry asks me, an amused smile lighting up his face.
"Well, I can make a salad, pancakes, omelette. But anything more complicated then that...let's just say you rather order takeout than eat a meal that I've cooked." Harry chuckles, as I take another bite of the pancakes that are toasty warm.
"Bump, I've kept my stuff in your room already. Let's head over there soon," Harry says.
"My room? W-Why my room? The guest room's clean and the bed sheets are new. You should stay there," I say. Harry furrows his brow.
"Why would I?" I shrug my shoulders. Suddenly, Harry takes the plate from my lap and places it on the tray. Then, he places the tray on the coffee table and pulls me onto his lap. "Bumper, what's wrong? You're not telling me something." Harry runs his hands up and down my bare arms, making goosebumps rise.
"N-Nothing," I stutter.
"Of course there's something! Spill, Bumper." I open my mouth and then shut it. How can I explain the fact to Harry that I don't want to sleep with him? Not yet, at least.
"I-I don't want to spend the night with you." Is the best way to put it, I decide.
"What have I done wrong?" Harry asks.
"You've done nothing wrong, it's me." God, that sentence is so cliche.
"It's me, really? Be original Bump, you're a writer." This is so difficult. Relationships are tough.
"I don't want to sleep with you, Harry." I whisper, not meeting his gaze.
"Oh," Harry murmurs. "I don't have cooties." Even in this state, I can't help the small laugh that escapes my lips.
"No, not that kind of sleep. The 'sleep,' sleep. The real deal," I clarify. Harry's eyes widen and he just stares at me for a few seconds, before bursting out into laughter. I stare at Harry, confused. "God, this is so embarrassing," I groan. "Why're you laughing?"
"Because..." Harry can't continue because he starts another fit of laughter. Calming himself down - yet holding a smile on his face - Harry tips my chin up to look him in the eyes. "I've already had this conversation with Kate and Gregg. They've both warned me you're not that type of a girl and that I should not force you into anything. The best part is Bump, I don't want to. If you're not comfortable with it, then so be it. We won't have sex." My teeth start working double-time on the inside of my cheek at that word. "I'm just tired and I just want to lie in bed, with you in my arms and loll off to sleep." Now I'm the fool here.