I don’t know how it happened, but here I was lying next to Harry on the floor of his lounge room, our clothes trailing all around the house, hanging off bits of furniture.
We were both panting, still trying to catch our breaths from the activity that had occurred throughout the afternoon.
I turned over on my stomach, resting my chin on my hands. I watched as Harry peered his head up, sweeping the curls from his vision. He smiled at me before placing his head back down on the floor.
It had all happened in a fluster, the kissing in the classroom had led to his car, then to his front door, and now we were here.
I had quickly texted Sam to let him know that I had to help with a crisis in the science department and that he should just go home and not to worry about dropping me home. A science crisis? I seriously didn’t know why he believed me.
I focused my gaze on Harry’s toned chest rising and falling with his breath. I snuggled myself up next to him, grabbing the blanket that was hanging off the side of the couch next to us.
“You know, you’re kinda sexy when you’re mad at me.” He said breaking our silence.
“What?!” I said through a laugh.
“I don’t know - you just have this look on your face that’s kind of, hot.” He said kissing the top of my head.
“Maybe I should get angry more often?”
“Maybe.”
We lay there for a little while longer, just staring up at the ceiling.
As our silence progressed, my heart began to ache more and more because I knew exactly what he was thinking about.
“Wha-”
“Don’t.” I cut him off squeezing my eyes shut. I didn’t want him to start talking about reality, I didn’t want to know what was going to happen next, or what he felt about Sam and I, even though Sam and I weren’t really an item, or anything for that matter. I mean we hadn’t even kissed?
“No Soph, let me speak.”
“No. Let’s just lie here for a bit.” I replied kissing his chest.

He refrained from speaking, knowing how important it was to me that he stayed with me.
I felt myself drifting off to sleep minutes later, when there was a knock at his door snapping me out of my daze.
“Who is it?” He mumbled tiredly.
“It’s Sam!”
I immediately snapped my head up, eyes opened wide. I felt my heart thumping through my chest like a solider banging on a drum. Harry quickly stood up, covering his bits with a cushion as he raced around to grab his clothes.
“One second!” He called out nervously.
“SHIT!” I mouthed at him grabbing my undies from the edge of the coffee table. We both started frantically racing around the apartment grabbing clothes, putting away blankets and picking up things that had been shoved on the floor.
I grabbed my jeans from the kitchen bench, jumping up and down like an idiot to get them on.
Harry fumbled nervously with his belt, before grabbing his shirt and pulling it quickly over his head.
“What do we do?!” I whispered struggling to put my boots on.
“Shhh!” He said putting a finger to his lips.
“Harry I’m serious! Where do I go?!” I hissed at him. He signalled for me to get inside the cupboard near the window, opening the door for me.
Was he insane?! I guess I had no other option.
“Harry-”
“Trust me, I got this.” He said.
I crept into the cupboard shutting the door behind me. I don’t think there had ever been a moment in my life where I was this nervous.
The cupboard had shutters, giving me an obscured vision of the events taking place between Harry and Sam in the living room.
“Hey cuz.” Sam said walking inside, curiously looking at Harry’s place. “So this is where you live?”
“Yeah man.”
“Nice. Good size for you too.”
“Yeah its pretty good.”
I watched as Harry walked with him, following his every move. I think he was trying to stop Sam from coming anywhere near the cupboard.
“So what’s up?” Harry asked nervously.
“Can’t a guy just come over and see his cousin without being asked why?!” Sam said grabbing Harry and locking him in a head lock. He ruffled his curls with his knuckles playfully before letting him go. Harry laughed awkwardly and fixed his shirt.
“Nah, I’m actually here because mum wanted to know if you’d like to come over for dinner tonight around 7?”
“Oh, yeah sure sounds great. See you then.” Harry held open the front door for Sam, gesturing for him to leave.
Something caught Sam’s eye in the corner of the room and I watched nervously as he walked over cautiously.
My stomach dropped when I saw him pick up my bra from the corner of the room and I slapped my hand to my mouth to stop myself from screaming.
“Ayee Hazza. What’s been going on in here?!” He said laughing.
I watched as Harry flinched in panic, before nervously deciding to laugh it off.
“Getting the girls already! That’s what I like to see.” Sam continued, chucking my bra at Harry before heading out the door. “I’ll see you tonight. Don’t be late. You know how mum is when people are late.”
“Sure.” Harry said.
“Bye now!”