I was in the kitchen making chocolate brownies, they were Harry's favorite. I couldn't wait for him to come home. I felt a smile spread across my face as I thought about his perfect curls, big green eyes and adorable dimples.
Just as I was mixing the batter together I heard the door open.
"Hey, Haz. You're early." I said though the paper thin walls of our flat.
"Yeah, I bought you something."
He handed a plain black bag to me with a bashful smile. I opened it and pulled out a black shirt, with a huge orange carrot plastered on the front of it.
"I saw it in a store, and I thought why not add another carrot shirt to your collection?"
"Thanks, Haz! I love it!"
Feeling more courageous than normal I pulled of one of my many striped shirts, and slipped on my new favorite shirt.
Harry ran a his fingers through his curls and flipped his hair, scanning the chocolatey mess I made.
"So um, you were making brownies?" He looked into the bowl of batter I had put down on the counter.
"Yeah. I was hoping they'd be done before you came home."
He walked over to the bowl with a smirk on his face. I followed close behind. He dipped his little finger in the bowl, I had to control myself when his tongue darted out and licked it off his finger. I slid onto the counter beside him, and he suddenly wiped a glob of batter across my cheek.
I jumped off the counter, I flicked the spoon at him as fast as I could resulting in a splatter of batter across his torso. He sauntered up to me and gave me a hug, transferring the batter from his shirt to mine."Not the new shirt!" I screeched and grabbed for the nearest towel.
He grabbed my hands and said "Thats what you get, babe."
"I love you, Haz."
I scolded myself for saying it too soon and possibly scaring him off. I opened my mouth to retract my sentence when I felt his lips crush down on mine. One of his hands already tangled in my hair the other cupping my cheek, and his chest was pressed against mine. I swear I felt a tear slip down his cheek.
"I love you too, Boobear."
He guided me towards the couch and pushed me down without breaking our kiss. He gently climbed on top, straddling me. As he pulled back, gasping for air, I pulled his hoodie off. The kisses grew more frequent and our clothes were thrown across the living room. I gasped in pleasure as his tongue worked its magic over my collarbone and his hand stroked my nether regions with a firm but gentle grasp.
An hour later we stared at each other with a comfortable silence filling the room. It was that moment when I realized that he was the one I've always wanted to be with. I knew right then we'd be together forever.