2: Interruptions

                                    

                                          
Essie groans, her ringtone blaring through the early morning air. She's not a morning person, she's hardly a day person, preferring to deal with daily life during the night time rather than when the sun is out; just call her Dracula. Her eyes adjust to the light and then she grabs her phone.
2 missed calls from Lou
1 new iMessage from Lou 
Deciding to open the message she groans again upon reading it.
Lou: Get your ass up I'm outside 
She stands and walks to open the door, forgetting her attire and not even caring that her curls are going every which way from her messy bun thrown lazily atop her head. 
"I hate you," she whines and Louis chuckles. 
"Blame Harry, he wanted to see you." He shrugs even though she can't see him, but at the mention of Harry's name she freezes in place, hoping and praying that he isn't standing behind her. "Don't worry, he had to run back to the car. Go get pretty." 
Essie laughed loudly at this, finding it funny and flips him off. She skips to her room and picks out an outfit and hurries into the ensuite bathroom and starts getting ready for her day. She comes out and she's dressed in high waist denim shorts and a black tee with gladiator sandals. Her curls are bouncing and her face is makeup free, surprisingly enough. 
She walks to her kitchen, noticing neither of the boys are inside and grabs herself a banana and walks to the front door of her place after eating it hastily. She pulls the door open and Harry stands before her, white tee, black skinny jeans and brown ankle boots. She finds him flawless. 
"Essie," he greets her with a smirk and she smiles shyly. 
"Hi, Harry." His smirk grows wider at the sound of his name falling from her full lips. His eyes wander over her beautiful skin, wanting to delve into the beautiful chocolate with his fingers; her small frame but thick thighs making him want nothing more than to be able to reach out and caress them; claiming them -and her- for himself. 
"The tension is so thick between you two," Louis pops in, breaking the comfortable silence and the massive stare down. Harry hadn't noticed before due to his thoughts running rapidly but Essie was staring down at the ground, seemingly slightly embarrassed and he wanted to know why. 
Sensing her discomfort, Harry stepped forward and placed his index finger under her chin, her skin igniting with fire from the small touch. "Don't hide your face from me." She stared into his eyes. "You are so, so beautiful."
And she knew he meant it. His words were very truthful and the power he held over them making his own heart beat fast under his skin. He wanted to kiss her wherever she felt she wasn't beautiful; he wanted to kiss it and tell her it was the most beautiful sight he's seen, that everything about her took his breath away. 
But, he couldn't touch her- not yet. 
"Movie time!" Louis yells out, breaking the silence once again without knowing he's interrupting a series of unsaid words flowing from Harry's mind that he's telepathically trying to transport into Essie's mind through her beautiful brown eyes. 
All he can think in this moment is that one day, this woman will be his.