Desolate - h.s. ✓

° sixty-two °

I woke up to someone jumping on the bed, Harry groaning beside me. Rubbing my eyes, I propped myself up, Noah jumping on the bed while Emily laid on Harry's back. Without much thought, I sat up more, my arms wrapping around the boy quickly. He started laughing loudly, Noah wriggling in my grasp as I laid down. He complained beside me, Harry turning his head so he faced me.

"Mm, you're too loud for Uncle Harry."

"Uncle Harry, you're funny."

Noah cuddled up against me, his head resting on my pillow. Harry smiled sleepily at me, reaching behind him. Emily giggled when Harry touched her, somehow managing to get her to lie beside him while he rested on his side. We were all quiet for a couple of minutes before Harry said he had to use the bathroom, Noah saying he had to go also. Harry got out of bed, taking the little boy from my arms easily. They went into the bathroom, Harry shutting the door behind him.

"Auntie Nicole?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you and Harry move in together yet? You both are so nice to each other."

I smiled. "I'm still in high school. We can't move in together yet."

"Hmm. Well, when you do, can Noah and I spend the night at your house?"

"Yeah. Of course. We'll make cookies and watch movies."

"Yay!"

Emily held onto me then, giggling sounding from the bathroom. I heard Harry tell Noah to "stop it," wondering what his nephew could be doing, but then also wondering if I would even want to know. It wasn't long before I heard the toilet flushing, followed by the sound of the sink. After that, Noah came walking out, Harry shutting the door again. The little boy climbed onto the bed, lying down beside his sister.

"Em. Emily. Hey, sis, Em."

"What?"

"I peed on the floor."

"Noah!" Emily complained. "Uncle Harry has to clean that up now!"

"He told me if I did it again he'd tell Daddy and I don't want that."

I still couldn't believe what Noah had said about peeing on the floor, my thoughts changing when the door to the bathroom opened. Harry looked annoyed, grabbing something out of his duffel bag. It looked like a tooth brush, my boyfriend grumbling and leaving the room.

"Hey, Auntie Nicole?"

"What's up, honey?"

"Can we watch TV?"

I grabbed the TV remote, turning on the television. Noah and Emily wanted cartoons, Harry coming back into the room not much later. He had an extra toothbrush, sending me a small smile. I got up, walking over to the bathroom. He put toothpaste on both brushes for us, the curly-haired boy and I brushing our teeth. It took about two minutes before we were finished, Harry sitting on the vanity. I was confused at first, surprised when he wrapped his legs and arms around me tightly.

"Hi, baby."

"Are you okay?"

He shook his head no, my brow pulling in as I looked up at him. There was no real sign as to what was wrong, Harry resting his head on top of mine. He started pressing kisses to my skin not much later, pulling away, and shaking his head.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know. I just feel upset. It's weird, I know, but I ... I can't explain it."

Frowning, I moved so he could get off of the bed. We started heading to the bedroom, a soft shriek leaving my lips when he cupped my thighs, pulling my legs around his waist. I laughed when he dropped me on the bed, Emily and Noah laughing when Harry tried to kiss me but I pushed him away.