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𝟎𝟐𝟓. 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞














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" 𝕳arry, touch that cream again and I'll throw you out".

Harry looks up from the bowl full of cookie cream, eyes widening when they meet Darlene's warning ones.

He holds his hands up in surrender and turns his attention to the notebook discarded on the marble countertop.

Sighing, he leafs through the pages settling on an unfinished poem of sorts something he's been working on since three days now but weirdly lost motivation for recently.

Darlene hums along to the soft sound of About You playing on her phone in a low volume.

He doesn't quite understand what it is but something makes him get up on his feet and walk over to her phone turning the volume all the way up.

The blonde side eyes him, momentarily halting her movements and turning with a raised brow.

"Dance with me", he extends a hand out.

Her brows furrow in skepticism, "What?".

The ends of his lips tug into a smile.

"Dance with me, darling".

She laughs quietly shaking her head as she abandons the flour bowl and washes her hands wiping them down on the towel before accepting his extended hand.

He bites his lip, pulling her close.

Their chests collide, her arms coming up to loop through his neck while Harry rests his own arms around her waist locking them in place.

He brings her close, and she smiles shaking her head.

"You're so weird", she admits leaning up to kiss him.

He holds her firmly swaying to the music, his lips pushing against hers with a sweetening intensity.

She smiles in the kiss, slowly feeling him dip her down.

A laugh escapes her mouth pressed against his and he pulls back smiling, those stark emerald eyes crinkling at the sides and his dimples revealing to put on the sweetest show.

"Go work now. You're distracting me", she pushes him away shaking her head with a faint smile.

Harry stays rooted in his place for a second longer — it only takes a moment for the wheels of his brain to start churning and his eyes light up as he hurries over to grab the notebook and pencil.

'Kiss in the kitchen . . . . Kiss in the kitchen like it's a . . . . dance floor'?

Sounds cute.







































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boring chapter but hey at least i updated 😮‍💨

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