Perky, Cheesy and Damn Irresistible

trust: liability of reliance
antonym: betrayal

“Get out of the house Harry!” Niall exclaimed happily as his face hovered over Harry’s. Niall held two corndogs in his full hands as he shook Harry alive. His Irish smile was visible on the surface as his eyes seemed to have the exact same excitement as his mouth did.

“What?” Harry asked in a guttural voice and questioned once more, “Niall, what’s wrong?”

“Get out of the house Harry,” Niall repeated with a mouth full.

Harry sat up from his bed and scratched the back of his curly head, “Why? Is there a fire?” he looked around and placed his back against his bed once more.

“Stupid,” Niall let out a heavy laugh and shook his head, “If there was a fire, you would have smelt it, wouldn’t you now.”

“That’s true,” Harry rolled his eyes at his lad, “So why do you want me out?”

Niall started to open his room blinds as he finished off his snack. He faced him and smiled, “You need to have a social life.”

“That’s a grand way to put it,” Harry laughed and stood off his bed. Right to his mind, he had an image of Sam from the other day he spotted her. The way she smiled when he looked at her in the crowd the other day was the best feeling in his life. That moment, he smiled like in a idiot in thin air. He peeked at Niall, and it faded swiftly.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Niall brought up, destroying his inner thoughts, “You look like a pedophile lad,” Niall chuckled and shook his head.

“Shut up,” Harry smirked up and made his way towards the restroom. He turned on the water and splashed the cold liquid to his face. He peeked one of his eyes as Niall came to the door frame and leaned against it.

“You like her, don’t you,” Niall stated, rather than questioning about it. He said it as if he were confident on his recent declaration. Harry looked up from his towel and bit his lip. He was bewildered once again.

“Did Louis tell you that?” Harry asked curiously, back in his towel.

“No,” Niall answered slightly, “I figured it out at the parade.”

“How? I mean, out of all the people that was attended there,” he said in a whisper, mostly to himself.

“I know what love is when I see it,” Niall smiled and nodded.

Harry felt a tug of relief for some sort. He didn’t know if it was a good thing that Louis and Niall are both encouraging this, or the opposite action.

Harry last nodded at his Irish lad and closed the bathroom door. He began to undress himself as he stepped in the shower. The rough water started to sink through his skin as he thought about his pass days. I know what love is when I see it. Was it that noticeable?

The sounds coming from the gushing water soothed Harry in a way. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He couldn’t help but think about his girl once again.

Harry placed his usual attire on and stepped out like Niall commanded him to.

“Have fun!” Niall called out and winked.

Harry felt the warm air hit him in the face as he started walking. Speaking of things that hit him.

“Hi there little fella,” Harry picked up the pouch and started rubbing its stomach happily. He smiled at the puppy as it moved around in his arms.

“What’s your name little guy?” he peeked at its collar tag: Truffle.

“Where’d you came from Truffle?” Harry asked, knowing that he won’t answer back to him.

“Truffle!” Harry heard a voice call, not that fair from him. He turned towards the sound and waited. She, as he assumed the owner was female, repeated his name until her callings became nearer within the second. He placed the pouch down and followed as his tail moved with excitement. He was such a cheerful dog. As he walked closer and closer to the girl, Truffle went to high speed and in to his owner’s arms.

“Where have you been Truffle?” Sam asked hugging him.

“Thank you Harry,” Sam turned to him and smiled, “I would’ve been murdered if I lost him,” she said jokingly. Amazing how Truffle was her dog.

Harry laughed along with her and looked her in her eyes. He nodded towards Truffle, “Is he yours?”

“He’s my grandmother’s actually,” Sam answered and placed him down at her feet. She brushed her bangs to the side as she hooked the leash to Truffle’s collar. She looked up to her companion and cracked a smirk, “He seems to like you.”

Harry bent down and played with the exceedingly enthusiastic pet. “He’s cute,” he said as he smiled at Sam, “Very fluffy, if I may say so.”

She smiled and changed the subject on the spot. “You know,” Sam started, “You didn’t tell me you were in a band,” she looked up at him as he looked in a distance.

“You didn’t ask,” Harry's faced her as his expression lit up to a small smile, “You didn’t even ask for my name,” he added blissfully.

Sam rolled her eyes and pushed her hair to one side.

Harry nodded and looked back at the puppy, “Do you always walk him?”

San shook her heard and let out a small laugh, “Today’s actually my first day walking him,” she added and felt embarrassed, “He’s a real hand full.”

He took the leash from her hand, letting their hands touch for a second. He smiled at her, “I love dogs.”

She nodded and walked with him next to her side. She turned to him and laughed, “This is the longest time I’m going with out being annoyed with you.”

Harry chuckled and nodded. “Indeed,” he thought about it for a second, “We didn’t accurately meet on the right page, did we?”

She shook her head, “I ran over your shoes,” she giggled and turned to her acquaintance.

He licked his lips and moved the leash to his other free hand. “Listen, I’m sorry for that day. I wasn’t in the best mood.”

“I would say,” Sam laughed, “I was just playing with you. I wanted to match the attitude you had that day.” She looked down as she flushed at the memory. She couldn’t help but think how they first met.

Harry stopped off his heels and faced Sam. He placed his hand under her chin and smiled, “It’s okay. That was the past.”

Sam smiled and gently moved away from his touch. As much as she wanted to, she just couldn’t yet. She felt like she hasn’t mastered her feelings yet. On the corner of her eye, she saw him frown slightly.

“We should do this again,” she suggested as he looked back at her.

His face lit up to a small smile. “We should,” he agreed simplify. He handed back the leash and placed it in her small fist.

“Tomorrow at lunch? I know this great pasta place,” Harry showed her his signature smile and ran a hand through his locks. She bit her bottom lip, indicating wither or not to go. She didn’t use her voice until Harry smiled with his light eyes, “C’mon it’ll be fun.”

She had no intention to fight with him.

Sam nodded and turned with her dog. She smiled like an idiot the whole walk back.