Pretty Please Don't Pinch Me

82. Back At It Again

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"Here," he says as he tries to feed me some of his prawn dish from his chopsticks. "Eat."

"I'm not hungry," I tell him, turning my head away so that sauce touches my cheek. Still sitting from behind me, he leans around and sucks the excess sauce from my face.

"You need to eat. I can already see you've lost a bit of weight," he points out, resting his chin on my shoulder.

So I've heard.

I take the chopsticks from his hands and take a prawn from the box, more so to just shut him up.

The front door opens and the entranceway light is turned on. I poke my head out of the structure Harry has made us, and wait for Scarlett to reach us as she walks through the house.

"Oh Christ, you nearly gave me a heart attack," she breathes as she holds onto her chest.

"How did you get the power working?"

"Well paying the bills help," she laughs. "Apparently all those letters that were addressed to the previous owners was the power bill!"

She suddenly becomes aware of the set up of the candles, and fort. She mouths and points with her index finger, "Who's in there?"

Harry comes into view of her, "Hello Scarlett," he waves.

Scarlett looks like she's seen a ghost.

"Oh... hi Harry," she stutters. She looks completely taken aback. I guess seeing him here with me is quite unusual considering I haven't really mentioned this new thing we're trying out, but it's a little bit of an overreaction on her part.

"Uh, Ava, can we chat please... in the other room for a minute?"

"Scarlett I am honestly so tired. Can it wait 'til morning?"

She hesitates.

"Kind of. I don't know," she answers, unsure of herself.

A car horn beeps from outside, and she is brought back to reality.

"I better grab the rest of my stuff. I'll be at Calum's tonight again if you need me for anything."

I don't really know why she's bothering to tell me where she is because she hasn't been home in so long unless she's collecting more of her things. It's only really a matter of days where I suspect she might admit that maybe they are a serious thing. I know that they're exclusive – she's mentioned multiple times what she would do if she caught him with someone else, and it sounds quite painful. He seems to be just as involved as she is, so all of his body parts should stay intact.

Scarlett exits, giving one more confused look our way, before heading out the door.

"I wonder what she wanted to talk about," I wonder aloud. "She seemed quite insistent."

"Yeah... who knows," Harry says as his thumb brushes over my arm reassuringly. "Did you want to go to come upstairs?"

Hmm, it's quite early.

"Maybe watch a movie," he quickly adds.

I don't think we've ever watched an entire movie together. We don't normally get that far in.