Lost & Found | Harry Bingham

Chapter fourteen:

"I can't believe you dunked me under the water," I muttered while pulling my wet hair into a thick clump and ringing out the extra water.

"You started it first by splashing me," Harry chuckled as he pulled himself out of the pool.

I couldn't help but notice the muscles that bulged on his arms as he pulled himself up out of the pool. Sure it would have been logical for him to just use the steps but I wasn't going to complain.

"Coffee now?" I questioned impatiently, turning away to face the stairs.

"Of course," Harry smiled. Running his fingers through his hair, shaking out the excess water.

We walked in silence up the stone steps. Even though Harry had expressed that it wasn't awkward at all, I couldn't get over that I had told him that I loved him. I physically couldn't stop thinking about it. In what world does a girl say the L word and get rejected. Like I mean full on rejected. And I lived in the same room as him.

I sat down at the kitchen island while Harry brewed the coffee. I stared down at my hands that were folded in my lap.

"Do you have the morning shift tomorrow," Harry questioned while pressing the on button of the coffee machine.

"Sadly," I confirmed, rolling my eyes in annoyance. "I doubt they are even trying to figure out how to get back home."

"I think they are just trying their best to keep everyone under control. You know? We don't exactly live in a town full of genius kids," Harry explained, "I mean it would be great to have my house back and to have some say over what happens. But it isn't going to make a difference."

I sighed, "I guess you are right."

"A woman admitting a man is right, maybe this new world really is ass-backward," Harry teased while pulling out two mugs from the cupboard.

"Harry?" I murmured.

"What happens if we do go back? Are we still going to be like this?" I questioned delicately.

"I really don't know. I would hope so because when I am with you it gives me hope," Harry responded quickly, pulling the half-full pot of coffee out of the machine and filling both of the mugs.

The way he responded so casually seemed to calm the worry that was lingering inside my heart. Everything was so new and yet so familiar. I didn't know where I came from or what I was supposed to do. And it had crossed my mind before what if this was just some sick and twisted game? What if these feelings for Harry weren't even my own, like my memories?

"Still black?" Harry asked, sliding over to me on the counter.

I watched as Harry sat down on the barstool beside me. I was currently wearing one of Harry's shirts and a pair of my fuzzy pajama shorts, Harry was only wearing a pair of red plaid pajama pants. The swim was enjoyable while it lasted after our horrid water fight. But it was incredibly nice to be able to spend some time with him tonight.

"Yes, black is great," I responded.

"We could watch a movie after this if you'd like?" Harry offered with a sheepishly smile.

"I'd love that," I cooed.

We sat for a while just talking and laughing amongst ourselves in the dimly lit kitchen. We tried our hardest to be quiet and not wake up the sleep housemates in the living room. But I couldn't help but giggle wildly at some of the things that Harry was saying. After we finished our cups of coffee and we were wired on caffeine we were onto our next journey for the night. I crawled under the duvet blanket and allowed the warmth of the comfortable bed to absorb me into its grasp. Harry turned on a random movie, turned off the light and crawled into bed.

"Come here," Harry spoke in a hoarse voice.

I moved over and rested my head on his chest, one of his arms was wrapped around my shoulder holding my body closer to him, while the other was resting under his head in a relaxed position. I lifted my leg up and rested it on top of his thighs and relaxed into a comfortable position. My breathing slowed matching my heartbeat and breaths with his own. My eyes closed and my mind indulged in the moment.

"Are you asleep?" Harry asked.

I wanted to reply that I wasn't asleep but I couldn't bring myself to break my relaxation. Harry's muscles flexed underneath me and his lips were pressed to the top of my head.

"I love you so much that it scares me," Harry spoke softly.

That is weird. It sounded like Harry just told me he loved me, but I am just so incredibly sleepy.